I made up myths in America

Chapter 67 Black Moon
As the huge sky covering Beverly Hills disappeared, network communications in the area returned to normal.

These words of Shi Luo, which contained a lot of information, were transmitted back to the Los Angeles Police Department headquarters through the intercom that remained turned on the security guard's body on the ground.

Suddenly, there was a cry of surprise in the command room.

It wasn't that they understood the elegant Central Plains music that Lu Bai had specially learned, but the drone hovering in the sky also captured the scene inside Beverly Hills at this time.

There was blood and corpses everywhere, the grass was stained red with blood, and there were the desperate and helpless eyes of people before they died.
This scene is worse than hell!!!

And when following the drone's camera, I saw the terrifying skeleton standing among the corpses, emitting a spooky aura.

There was not even a sound of breathing in the command room.

Deputy Director James, who had already given up all hope for his future, looked dejected and muttered to himself:
"Has this world gone crazy? How could there be such a monster? And why did those damn idiots choose to hold a charity gala tonight? Don't they know that Los Angeles is very dangerous these days?"

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On the side, Nathan Porritt turned around and looked at him after hearing this.

I didn't have the heart to tell this unlucky guy that there were several members of the Soul Perception Club attending Sean Combs' party this time.

Maybe those other people came here just to join the soul perceivers.

After all, because they acted so quickly, the rumor that Elliot could rejuvenate people was false and didn't spread.

Naturally, those wealthy and famous people would never have imagined that the leader of the secret sect they were planning to join would suddenly go crazy and kill people indiscriminately.

"Yanshi, Giant God Soldier, Evil God Seed, my guess was correct."

Only Professor Takeuchi, who understood Shi Luo's words, muttered to himself at this time, feeling more and more uneasy.

He looked up at the images sent back by the drone and could only hope that the missiles that Team Leader George had the military launch again would work.

boom! Boom boom! !
At a speed of Mach 2.5, a missile battery launched from Edwards Air Force Base can reach Beverly Hills in just 176 seconds.

At first glance, they are just tiny, barely noticeable black dots on the horizon.

Before they knew it, they had already arrived over Los Angeles, speeding towards the abandoned Beverly Hills.

boom! !

At this moment, in the picture sent back by the drone, the tall skeleton that looked like the villain stretched out its hand and took out a huge black eyeball with a diameter of about three meters, which was beating like a heart, from the skeleton illusion picture floating in the air.

Everyone who saw this scene through the drone felt as if their brains had been inexplicably shocked and went blank.

When they came to their senses, they looked like they had not slept for three days and three nights. Their faces were pale, the back of their heads were numb, and they had an extremely strong feeling of nausea and vomiting in their stomachs.

"vomit"

And when a person can't help vomiting, it immediately triggers a wonderful chain reaction.

The command room, which had just been engaged in a serious discussion, became extremely foul-smelling, and everyone covered their chests and vomited violently.

The only exceptions are Michael and Kane.

"Hey, everyone, stop vomiting and look over Los Angeles."

Michael moved aside a little and warned loudly.

But at this moment, most of the FBI agents, including George Gently, had splitting headaches and had no time to pay attention to him.

"Team Leader George, it's okay this time. That disgusting eyeball has been blocked." Kane also spoke.

"call"

George Gently finally looked up. When he saw the image sent back by the drone, his expression suddenly changed. He said in disbelief:
"This is?!!"

Griffith Observatory, 2800 E. Observatory Road, Los Angeles.

Just now, out of curiosity, I used an optical telescope to look at Davis, a staff member heading towards Beverly Hills, and saw him vomiting while holding a trash can.

At this moment, his colleague Sam poked him on the shoulder and exclaimed, "Davis, look outside! This is incredible! It's so beautiful, just like something out of science fiction."

"Ugh, I feel like I'm going to die, Sam, don't let me look at that thing again."

"No, it's different now. Look, I'm fine."

"Ok."

After hearing this, Davis held the trash can and carefully raised his head to take a look.

A huge round object like a black moon hangs in the night sky, emitting a strange and inexplicably attractive glow.

The missiles he had just observed with the optical telescope seemed to have been sucked into this 'black moon'.

"Oh my god, what is that?!"

“It’s so beautiful!!”

When the spiritual appeal of the evil god's relic, the Eye of All Black, is combined with Lu Bai's full firepower, the ability of [Senro] to create illusions is maximized.

This is the picture presented to the citizens of Los Angeles.

A black moon emitting a hazy light hung in the night sky, like a witch that sucked souls away, attracting everyone's attention.

Even the FBI agents who had just recovered from their shock at the Los Angeles Police Department headquarters were no exception.

It seems that just by looking at this mysterious and beautiful black full moon, they can forget all their worries and immerse themselves in a dreamy and hazy dream.

until
Suddenly, a sharp scream was heard from the police station's morgue, and many FBI agents with wandering eyes were awakened.

"what happened?!"

George Gently's eyes fixed, he stopped looking at the strange black moon, turned his head and asked Nathan who was standing beside him.

"Let me see."

Nathan Porritt let out a breath, not daring to touch the obviously problematic thing again. He walked to the computer and quickly tapped on it, calling up the surveillance footage from the police station's morgue.

The morgue, which seemed quite normal, suddenly became a little weird after the black full moon appeared.

A clown who fell to his death while performing a high-altitude performance on stage was only pulled back yesterday.

The body would be cremated or buried only after the Los Angeles Police Department investigated whether it was an accident or a man-made accident.

But at this time, he had already opened the body bag himself and climbed up with a strange smile on his face.

And unexpectedly, he attacked a Los Angeles police officer who came in to check the situation after hearing the noise.

"Tear!!"

Watching the surveillance video, the clown ripped the police officer's lips and asked with a kind smile: "Hey, bro, why are you so serious?"

Everyone couldn't help but gasp.

(End of this chapter)