I made up myths in America

Chapter 84: Bad Luck, Bad Luck, Bad Luck (510)

More than ten minutes later, standing on the pier of San Francisco Bay, looking out at the Alcatraz Prison which had turned into a small black dot, Eagle excitedly put his hands in front of his mouth, making a trumpet shape, and shouted.

"Ah, Alcatraz, I'm out!!"

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Elliot's eyes twitched slightly when he saw this, and he found that the two people he met today were a little too eccentric.

He stood aside and waited silently for Feiying to finish venting his anger before he said, "Feiying, I think we should set off."

"Ok."

Feiying turned around, glanced at the compass in his hand, took a few steps, and said while stroking his chin:
"This thing is quite interesting indeed. According to the display on the instrument panel, there should be only one of the talismans you are looking for in the United States. It is probably located in the Appalachian Mountains in the eastern United States."

“Can you tell so quickly?”

Elliot was immediately filled with awe and humbly asked for advice.

"My friend, this is ancient Eastern wisdom. You won't be able to learn it in a short time."

Feiying smiled complacently, raised his right index and middle fingers, and tapped his brain.

The next morning, San Francisco International Airport.

Elliot didn't even need to use his flesh and blood transformation ability to help. Feiying used makeup to change his appearance and took on a new identity.

Just as the two were preparing to board a plane to Washington, Elliot's phone, which he had always kept close to him and whose number was known only to one person, rang.

".Yes, I understand."

After answering the phone, Elliot's aura suddenly changed. He was no longer as gentle as a painter, but gloomy and fierce, which was in line with Feiying's stereotype of the Italian mafia.

"What's wrong??"

He asked with a raised eyebrow after Elliot hung up the phone.

"Something happened in my family." Elliot was silent for a moment before saying, "I have to go back immediately."

"Then let's put this job aside for now?"

Feiying showed a hint of joy on his face when he heard this.

"No, the task assigned by Master Yanshi must be completed immediately."

Elliot was silent for a while, then handed the scroll of oil painting he carried in his backpack to Feiying.

This is an ability derived after the shadow control ability reaches level 4. It can use one's imagination and mental strength to give the shadow creation a certain degree of spirituality.

Elliot had used it once before, creating a half-real, half-fake Hydra illusion.

At that time, Lu Bai's [Shadow Control] ability was only level 3, but because of Elliot's extensive use of this skill, it was upgraded to level 4.

This is the first person among those he gave abilities to who actually helped him upgrade his abilities.

That's why Lu Bai said that this kid is really a talented person.

And now the oil painting that Elliot took out contained his latest shadow creature, which was more mature than the previous Hydra and possessed stronger spirituality.

He believed this should be enough to keep the eagle safe.

"alright."

Feiying took the painting with a bitter face.

Smart people often don't need to say too much. He already understood the meaning of what this gentleman said.

If he performs his mission well, the shadow monster in the painting will certainly ensure his safety.

If you plan to take this opportunity to escape, this shadow monster may put your life in danger.

"Sure enough, those traditional Sicilian mafias are not easy to deal with. They were almost fooled by this kid's gentle appearance." Feiying sighed silently in his heart, put the painting away, and boarded a flight to Washington alone.

At the same time, after making sufficient preparations and making sure that their armed forces were sufficient to kill the werewolf monster William mentioned, Drake set out with an elite team of mercenaries.

The group boarded a military transport plane from an air force base in San Diego and arrived at the section of the Appalachian Mountains near Washington, the political center of the United States.

This place is only about a hundred kilometers away from the center of Washington, but the valley is extremely quiet. There are no lights and noise in the city. In the dim forest, there are only the sounds of insects and birds.

"Everyone, be careful. Ever since the Black Moon incident, who knows what's going to pop up in those damn jungles."

Alex, the captain of the mercenaries, reminded his teammates loudly, holding an HK416 assault rifle in his hand, his eyes always scanning the surroundings vigilantly.

"Yes."

The responses were uniform.

Each of the mercenaries trained by the Life Foundation at high salaries was no pushover. Their tough temperament helped William, who had been shaking since entering the jungle, to calm down a little.

Drake walked beside him and said with a reassuring smile, "Don't worry, Mr. William. They are all the most professional soldiers and will definitely guarantee your safety."

"I hope so."

At this point, he couldn't afford to back down.

William gritted his teeth and continued to lead the way.

After walking on the mountain road for another half an hour and the sky gradually darkened, they finally reached their destination.

It was 6:41 New York time. The sun set and the moon gradually appeared, casting its cool glow on the empty mountaintop with only some trees and grass.

A mysterious oriental temple with an extremely ancient style actually appeared little by little in the astonished eyes of Drake and others.

"Oh, God."

Although they had been informed of the general outline of the mission before arriving, many mercenaries could not help but widen their eyes and exclaim in surprise when they saw this scene.

Drake discovered more details.

There were many hideous claw marks on the closed wooden door of the temple, extending from the inside out.

"Is this the werewolf monster??"

He squinted his eyes and observed for a moment, then gestured to his men around him.

"Yes."

A group of mercenaries immediately took off the boxes they were carrying and took out drones equipped with weapon systems.

steaming--

After the drones took off one after another, they saw the interior of the Lotus Temple.

Several broken corpses lay at the entrance of the hall where the Buddha statue was placed. A huge, hairy, snow-white monster that looked like a werewolf was lying in front of the Buddha statue, snoring.

In addition to this dangerous white monster, there is also a stealthy figure appearing in the drone footage.

The other party was quietly climbing up the ten-meter-high Acala statue placed in the main hall, trying to get the box held in the statue's left hand.

At this moment, because of the sound of the drone's rotor blades, the snow-white behemoth lying in the hall slowly opened its eyes. Its scarlet pupils just caught sight of the sneaky eagle lying on the statue of Mingwang.

Flying Eagle: o(Д)っ!
As their eyes met, the snow-white behemoth stood up and let out an extremely violent roar.

"Tough luck, bad luck, bad luck."

The eagle jumped up, grabbed the box in the left hand of the Acala statue, slid down the statue, turned around and ran away.

(End of this chapter)