People are scared in America, my uncle is Dante

"What do you mean by 'Dante took all the magical artifacts'?"

Suren braced her hands on the counter, looking at the obese Enzo.

Enzo wore a pair of small, round sunglasses and a flashy shirt, which perfectly accentuated his shrewd businessman demeanor.

He took a deep drag on his cigar, exhaled a smoke ring, and his hands were adorned with rings inlaid with various gemstones.

"Calm down, calm down, little Suren."

Enzo shrugged, looking completely innocent.

"A few days ago, that bastard Dante rushed over in a panic, saying that a troublesome ancient demon had resurrected."

"So, in the name of saving the world, he took away all the magical artifacts that I had previously pawned."

Enzo flicked his cigarette ash and added:

"He also stole my sun lounger and strawberry sundae, and left a note with me."

"All the ransom and interest shall be borne by my dear nephew Suren."

Suren: "..."

A troublesome demon?

It's obvious that Dante is talking nonsense. He probably guessed that Dante would come to collect his weapons after he returned and heard about the debt, so he moved his belongings in advance!

"That damn old man..."

Suren muttered a curse under his breath.

"However, he still left you something."

Enzo's eyes darted around as he looked at Suren's murderous expression.

He bent down and laboriously dragged a dusty wooden box from under the counter, then slammed it onto the table.

Inside was an ordinary double-barreled shotgun, with intricate alchemical runes engraved at the junction of the barrel and grip, and the stock wrapped in an unknown leather.

"Winchester 1887 modified version".

Enzo rubbed his hands together. "This is the same thing Dante used years ago. Although it's not exactly a magical artifact, after being tuned by the top gunsmith Nicole, it's more than capable of dealing with some lower-level demons."

"The holy flame that exorcises demons?"

Suren was no stranger to this gun; it was an exorcism weapon from another world, and he never expected to encounter it here.

He held the gun, skillfully swung the lever, and upon hearing the crisp click, his expression finally softened.

"Okay, same as always, I'll owe you for now."

……

After returning from the black market, life returned to its usual calm and boredom.

Besides wiping tables and staring at Alessa in the office during the day, Suren also goes out at night to act as a friendly neighbor in Los Santos.

"Buzz—"

My phone vibrated; it was a message from Patty.

[Lowell Jr.: Images]

The photo shows an endless highway under a clear blue sky, with some buildings faintly visible in the distance.

[Little Lowell: Look at the view here! You regret it now, don't you!]

Suren tapped her fingers to send.

Yes, I regret it. Please take more pictures.

Now that I think about it, Patty should have been gone for two days.

It was evening.

When Suren finished dealing with a few thugs, made some extra money, and returned to the office with takeout, she found Morrison sitting on the sofa.

He was holding a cup of coffee that was already more than half full.

"what?"

Suren tossed her coat onto the hanger and said irritably, "I can't afford to pay for your dinner, and I don't have money to buy you more coffee."

"Don't get so angry."

Morrison smiled and put down his cup. "There's a rather official commission with a very generous reward. Are you interested?"

"whispering sound."

Suren curled her lip in disdain, opened the lunchbox, and began to gulp it down.

The so-called "official nature" usually means trouble.

Those politicians and police chiefs who are usually all talk and no action will only reluctantly come to these "freaks" when they encounter a mess that can no longer be covered up.

However, looking at the countless zeros in the system tasks, he still sighed:

"How much? Tell me."

"Fifty thousand US dollars, plus additional police allowances."

Morrison didn't keep them in suspense and continued,

"Have you heard of Poho County? Just two days ago, the police station there was massacred. There were no survivors. The scene was horrific. They couldn't even send out a distress signal."

"The only surviving witness was a madwoman who claimed to be a psychic. She claimed that the attacker was a flying demon with huge wings."

"fifty thousand……"

Suren looked disgusted.

These stingy politicians will only realize how expensive it is to hire professionals when the devil dances on their desks.

But despite the complaints, life goes on. Fifty thousand is better than the few dozen or hundred he earns by catching thugs on the street all night.

He waved his hand resignedly, "Alright, anything else?"

Morrison pulled a yellowed newspaper clipping and an investigation report from his briefcase and pushed them in front of Suren:

"According to the information we found in the area, there has always been a local legend in that county."

"Every 23 years in the spring, that thing awakens to hunt for food."

"And this sighting report comes exactly 23 years after the last related missing persons case."

"23..."

Su Lun felt that the number sounded familiar, but couldn't quite place where she had heard it before.

North America is a land of outstanding people and abundant resources, but the number of serial killers and monsters combined is more than a convenience store.

Based solely on a folk tale and a location, even someone who has watched countless films couldn't confirm whether it was some familiar face from a horror movie trying to boost his sales figures again.

Just then, the system voice in my mind sounded again.

【Ding! 】

[Triggering the main quest: The Ogre's Feast]

[Mission Description: In the ancient legends of Boho County, there exists an ancient creature that feeds on human fear. It awakens every 23 years in spring and hunts for 23 days.]

Mission Objective: Completely eliminate the ogres.

[Task Reward: 2000 points]

Bloodline Awakening Increased by 2%

[Special Drop: Ancient Demonic Essence (Regeneration) x1]

"So this is what it is."

Suren looked at the detailed introduction on the system panel and then remembered.

The terrifying cannibals are ancient monsters with immortal bodies that can replace missing parts of themselves by devouring human organs.

The saying "you are what you eat" is perfectly exemplified in this case.

It also enjoys teasing its prey to exploit and savor their fear.

"In addition, according to police profiling..."

Morrison pointed to a red line on the map and added, "Most of the missing persons cases and sightings are concentrated on a highway that runs through the county."

Which road?

"East 9 Highway".

Suren put down her chopsticks, her heart sinking.

Before Patty set off, she repeated the name of the place countless times in his ear—that place with such beautiful scenery in the photos…

An ominous premonition rushed into my mind.

Morrison had been observing Suren's expression, and he nodded: "It seems you've realized it too."

"So, you'd better hurry."

After saying that, he tossed Suren a set of car keys and a strangely shaped communicator.

"This is a modified sports car I rented especially for you. It's very fast, so take good care of it and don't wreck it."

"As for this communicator."

"It was left by Dante. Although I don't think you'll have any problems, press it if there's any danger you can't handle."

"Even if he's in hell, I can get there anytime."