People are scared in America, my uncle is Dante

The harvest festival procession marched through the streets, with giant dolls on floats and several masked people throwing cheap candy into the crowd.

The cheers and screams of the tourists soared into the sky, and the passionate music drowned out all other noises.

Under the cover of night, Suren, holding Patty's hand, weaved through the crowded streets like a young couple eager for excitement and impatient to get intimate, and turned into a dimly lit alley.

"Are you going to play that... law enforcement game you mentioned again?"

Patty kicked away an empty wine bottle on the side of the road. She pursed her lips and said helplessly, "Oh right, entrapment, please, Suren. You've used this trick to death."

"One trick is all you need to succeed in the world."

Suren leaned lazily against the wall, tore open the candy she had just received, and threw it into her mouth. "Besides, the fish has taken the bait."

No sooner had he finished speaking than seven or eight burly men dressed in black emerged from the shadows on both sides of the alley.

They were all wearing black hats and carrying stun guns that crackled as they approached, along with various tools for binding and restraining their prey.

"Be quick, this batch of goods is very valuable, don't damage them..."

The leader, a man in black, calmly gave the order, but before he could finish speaking, he found himself enveloped in a dense purple light.

The purple light condensed into a giant skeletal hand in mid-air.

"What happened...?"

The giant hand clenched instantly, and the leader didn't even have time to scream before his body slumped limply into the hand.

The remaining men in black were terrified by this sudden turn of events. They stared in horror at the eerie purple light rising from Suren's body.

"A monster...a monster!"

"Fire! Fire now!"

"Bang bang bang!"

The silence of the alley was shattered by a barrage of gunfire; flames spewed as bullets crisscrossed the narrow passage, weaving a dense web of death.

Faced with the inescapable hail of bullets, Suren pulled Patty behind him and stood quietly in place.

"Surren! Get out of the way!"

Patty gasped, fearing that the arrogant bastard in front of her would be riddled with bullets at any moment.

Suren did not respond. A red light flashed in his eyes. With the blessing of Spartan blood, these bullets, which were originally as fast as lightning, were as slow as snails in his eyes.

He can dodge; he only needs a double jump to leave this place.

But he wanted to conduct an experiment.

Just as the dense bullets were about to reach his body.

Suren suddenly put his hands up and down in a strange defensive stance in front of him.

[Royal Guard]: Uses magic to strengthen the body, greatly reducing damage when attacked.

"Buzz—"

A layer of purple magic shield instantly formed around him.

Bullets rained down on the shield, causing it to ripple and hum.

Then, something chilling happened that sent shivers down the spines of the men in black.

The bullets that were intercepted by the magic shield were all enveloped in purplish-red magic.

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"

The bullets, imbued with magic, seemed to have eyes, shooting back along the same trajectory they came from!

At the same time, a stream of information flashed through my mind.

【Ding! 】

[Unlock advanced Royal Guard skills!]

【Royal Guardian - Perfect Parry】: Released precisely at the moment of being hit, it can reflect all the damage.

Note: If the attack intensity exceeds the current defense limit, the block will be broken, and the user will suffer overflow damage.

"It really works."

Suren slowly withdrew his stance, looked at the bullets that had been bounced back, and nodded in satisfaction.

"It still comes down to reality. As long as you grasp the basic principles, you can do whatever you want. There aren't that many rigid mechanisms."

"This way, I can save some points from exchanging skills in the store."

In contrast to the cheerful Suren, the men in black at both ends of the alley were not so lucky.

Their eyes widened as they saw countless bullets that had just been fired transform into countless purple streaks of light flying back towards them.

"No!"

"Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!"

Before they could react, the sounds of bullets piercing flesh rang out one after another. The scavengers, who had been so aggressive just moments before, now fell down like harvested wheat.

In just a few breaths, the group of people were riddled with bullets fired by themselves, and their blood stained the ground red.

The gunfire stopped abruptly, and the alley returned to its initial silence.

The only survivor was a lucky one who happened to be hiding behind his companion.

His mind went blank, his legs went weak, and he knelt down among his companion's corpse.

His survival instinct told him he had to escape and seek help, but the fear coursing through his body made his legs weak and he dared not move.

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Suren walked through the blood to him, pointed to the black van parked at the alley entrance, and said calmly, "Drive. Take me to your territory."

"As a product that is self-aware, I feel that delivering it to your door in person shows more sincerity."

……

On the outskirts of the town.

A barbed wire fence surrounded an abandoned factory, and beams of searchlight swept back and forth in the darkness.

On the surface, this is an abandoned industrial area, but in reality, it is a killing playground for those who spend money like water.

Several fully armed scavengers patrolled the area with hunting dogs, while hidden sentries lay in wait at higher elevations, ready to snipe from above.

"Sizzle—sizzle—"

A voice came from the walkie-talkie on the guard's chest: "Attention, checkpoint number two, a truck is approaching rapidly. There is no reservation code for this vehicle in the system."

"Understood, I'll stop it."

The guard picked up his rifle, walked to the middle of the road, and raised a hand to signal the oncoming truck to stop for inspection.

However, the truck showed no sign of slowing down and drove straight toward the gate.

"Damn it! What idiot is driving this car?!"

"Bang!!!"

The boom lift was instantly knocked away, and the truck rushed into the factory area like a wild beast, its body skidding and rolling on the ground.

"Come out, everyone! Put your hands up!"

The entire factory's security system was activated instantly, and countless heavily armed guards gathered from all directions, while red dots on the high ground also aimed at the vehicle body.

The boss in charge of managing this underground amusement park also heard the commotion outside and led his men out with menacing expressions.

He was already extremely irritable tonight.

This batch of goods was of very high quality, and I thought I could make a fortune off these people in the political and business world.

But to everyone's surprise, these usually indispensable American dignitaries all seemed to have made a pact to be absent today, not even participating in the auction.

Their avoidance was as if there were some monster in the shipment.

Today, most of the people who came were white-collar workers, and some were even poor people who had mortgaged their property just to vent their frustrations.

What a bunch of cowards, what a waste of such good goods.

Thinking of this, his anger intensified. This not only cost him a large sum of money, but also caused him to miss out on countless opportunities to manipulate this group of people.

He was seething with anger and nowhere to vent it when he was shocked to find that some fool dared to run wild on his turf.

Over the years, there have been plenty of self-proclaimed clever fools who tried to break in and become heroes, but without exception, they all ended up as snacks for the hyenas in the factory.

As for the official stance?

Don't be ridiculous. Those big shots are already being merciful by not sending people here on their own initiative. How can you talk about cracking down on them?

Do they, who face foolish people and media all day long, also need a lawless place to vent their inner darkness?

"Let's go take a look."

A daring guard, pistol in hand, slowly approached and kicked open the deformed carriage door.