Demigod Mage in America

At this moment, the surveillance footage on the streets of Manhattan captivated the attention of countless people.

New York Office of Emergency Management (OEM).

"What is this? Is it a covert military operation? Why didn't I know about it?"

Commissioner Connor looked at the unyielding monster in the image and couldn't help but complain to the person next to him.

"Dude, forgive my bluntness, but if such a thing existed, I would have already applied to the state legislature for more funding."

The man in the Marine Corps officer's uniform raised an eyebrow, giving me a knowing look.

Commissioner Connor rolled his eyes: "Lieutenant Colonel, I have to remind you, you've already taken a billion dollars from me this year."

This guy's funding quota should have been his!

The lieutenant colonel shrugged. "But wasn't it all worth it?"

Commissioner Connor chuckled in exasperation: "You mean, now that a monster has appeared on the streets of Manhattan, it's all worth it?"

The lieutenant colonel grinned, showing no sign of urgency. So what if a monster appeared and a few people died? What's the big deal?

He doesn't care as long as he doesn't threaten the big shots in those wealthy neighborhoods.

Commissioner Connor is the same, except that he also wants to run for mayor of New York.

Ah, how foolish.

The lieutenant colonel inwardly despised his colleague, but maintained his calm smile.

"Don't worry, I'm not going to use the funds I get from you to find out if they're useful or not. You'll see soon enough."

"You'd better do that, or I'll sue you for embezzlement!"

Inside the apartment, Ryan looked at the burly man who had appeared; the man appeared to be of mixed Latino and African descent.

His muscles looked like nine dragons pulling a coffin, which was very exaggerated.

Huang stood there like a small giant, almost like number one.

"Oh? Planning to go head-to-head with Number One?" Now he was really interested.

The previous ones were mostly mutated humans, practically zombies, and there wasn't a single decent one.

But this one is different; he's clearly a superhuman, with muscle mass exceeding that of many warriors.

Of course, having lots of muscles is useless; being able to fight is what really matters.

In the scene, Number One and his opponent charge at the same time. Their speed gradually increases as they charge. At first, they only make a whooshing sound, but later they even leave shallow footprints on the concrete ground.

However, Renn noticed something: the new superhuman's abilities seemed to be related to muscles.

"Muscle manipulation?"

Rein, who was originally planning to have Number One attack with all his might, suddenly changed his mind.

"Keep a part of his body; I need it."

Superpowers can be transplanted, which is impossible for others, but easy for a necromancer like Raine.

What goes perfectly with the ability to control muscles? The answer is flesh and blood proliferation.

As long as one continues to grow flesh and blood on their body and transform it into enhanced muscles, even an ordinary person can become extremely terrifying.

Ryan stroked his chin, and suddenly had a new idea about David's system.

Catherine was in charge of researching information, Lux was in charge of gathering intelligence, and David was in charge of assigning tasks.

As for hunters? Aren't all the hoomless people on the street hunters?

Some of these people even came from the Marine Corps or air combat units; each of them is a top-notch expert.

This country abandoned them, so if Raine gives them a chance for revenge... will they refuse?

Bang! The two lumps of flesh collided with a dull thud, and the person who had just emerged was sent flying backward, crashing heavily to the ground.

Number One straddled him, his fists raining down, each punch tearing him apart.

Those who knew the scene would think it was a fight, while those who didn't would think it was a meatball fight.

Bang! Bang! Bang! The ground was gradually cracking from the two fighting.

Renn shook his head. Too weak.

Is this the general level of the world?

Number One isn't even considered mid-tier among the Death Minions he created.

After all, its initial purpose was to carry heavy loads. Who would give a heavy load carrier a high-performance configuration? Just having enough strength is enough.

"Useless! Every single one of you takes so much money from me every month, and you're all utterly useless! Money, women, ice—I give you whatever you want, and this is how you repay me?"

The driver trembled and kept his head down, not daring to speak.

Sitting in the back seat, Murphy watched Steel Bull being beaten on the screen, his nails digging deep into his palms, oblivious to the blood flowing out.

"Hoo..." He took a deep breath, suppressing his anger: "What's the situation with the person you were looking for? Has that policewoman been caught?"

The driver shakily reached out his hand, pointed to the unanswered call log, and cautiously shook his head.

Murphy wiped his face, his eyes cold. Just as he was about to speak, he saw a message pop up on his laptop: a new email had arrived.

Murphy opened and read it, his face expressionless.

After a while, he sighed and said, "Let's go."

The van slowly drove away without making a sound.

In the apartment, Ryan turned to look at the dazed Catherine and said, "Go and arrest him."

Ryan pointed to Number One in the picture, who was lying on the ground, looking like he was already dead.

"What?" Catherine asked in confusion.

Arrest someone? Isn't this guy Renn... one of God's men?

Seeing Catherine's tense nerves, Ryan couldn't help but chuckle and slowly lifted her chin.

"Don't be so reserved, my girl, you're the one I've chosen."

Her breathing was rapid, her thigh muscles were tense, and Catherine's body trembled slightly.

He raised his hands and gently grasped Renn's hands, a hint of fanaticism flashing in his eyes.

She encountered it! She encountered God!

This warmth and sense of security completely replaced her father at this moment, becoming the pillar in her heart.

But before she could speak, a sudden burst of noise came from the television.

The helicopter hovered overhead, and then a man holding a sniper rifle poked his head out and aimed at number one below.

Raine raised an eyebrow; this was not the outcome he wanted to see.

So he steered Number One toward the apartment.

"Go, Catherine, fight for the ideals in your heart."

"I...I will!" Catherine said, almost using all her strength.

When she came to her senses, she was already standing in front of the apartment building's door, just one push away from the street.

His regular clothes were replaced with police uniforms, and the lost equipment was put back on him.

Just then, a gunshot rang out outside, and she realized it must have been the sniper who fired.

Catherine pushed open the door and rushed outside.

At that moment, Number One "just happened" to rush in front of her and then collapsed.

Seeing this, Catherine reached out and fired a few more shots, and after confirming there was no reaction, she handcuffed its hands.

Since Raine said to deal with Number One, then let's deal with it. Catherine decided to do it first, and ask questions afterward.

As for why the gun was fired? Because that's what police academy teaches.

In the United States, there is a law that states whoever ultimately controls the situation deserves the most credit.

"Hey, that's mine. You, step back!"

The sniper slid off the helicopter, shouting rapidly.

"I am NYPD Constable Katherine Field, and it is my duty to protect the safety of New York City residents!"

"Fuck you!"

The sniper could only mutter curses as he looked at the identification Catherine showed.

Going from being the main contributor to now being relegated to a supporting role is infuriating for anyone.

Meanwhile, in the OEM office.

Agent Connor stared at the lieutenant colonel beside him, his face ashen.

"You'll be investigated soon."

His response was a colonel taking a deep drag of marijuana and spitting it in his face.