Demigod Mage in America

Ryan was holding a bag of potato chips, slowly munching on them.

The intensity of the battle increased significantly after the Queen Bee appeared.

A bulky figure slowly crawled across the battlefield.

The delicate makeup was replaced by the bee's mouthparts, and its huge compound eyes allowed it to capture everything around it.

[Rain's Mutation Potion] Just like its name suggests, it is extremely random. Even its creator, Rain, does not know in which direction it will mutate.

Otherwise, it would have to be renamed the targeted drug of Raine, one of the few experiments he failed to complete.

Because it is too inhumane, directly using lives for experiments is too cruel.

But Raine hadn't expected there to be so many beasts in this world, so he wasn't afraid to redefine it—

What is a human being?

"Oh? Finally, someone has found a clue... Hmm, we dropped too many supplies before, these hunters aren't using their brains, they just suppressed them with firepower."

Raine's envisioned hunt: the hunter searches for equipment and clues, and finally hunts the prey through cooperation, traps, and environmental advantages, while also having to guard against other hunters.

The hunt that Raine witnessed: one person, one gun, dozens of bullets, you finish and I take over, the BOSS mechanics are never shown before you die.

The biggest problem with firearms from the Industrial Revolution was that they did not remain inside the body; they went in and out in a straight line, making it impossible to maximize their lethality.

Moreover, reloading is troublesome and it cannot fire continuously, but even so, the monsters created by Raine are still being slaughtered.

It can only be said that the weapons developed by humans through thousands of years of fighting are still far too lethal to carbon-based life forms.

Fortunately, the queen bee launched a surprise attack just as the hunters were about to split up, otherwise she would have been riddled with holes.

So Raine decided that when the next hunt begins, all supplies will be halved, and these people should think carefully about how they are going to survive.

After all, when encountering the worst zombie, the first reaction is to shoot, rather than relying on combat skills.

Under Rein's watchful eye, Wade quietly approached the queen bee while the other hunters were entangling the bee-man.

After Jennifer mutated, she was about the size of a pickup truck, but sideways. She dragged her bloated belly and moved forward by wriggling on her six limbs, leaving a trail of slime with each step.

How did Wade get close? He jumped directly from one rooftop to another and descended in an extremely exaggerated manner.

He slid down the edge of the building, clinging to the floor.

"If it weren't for the stamina potion, I probably would have died several times over," Renn said, stroking his chin and clicking his tongue in amazement.

It must be said that Americans are indeed very resourceful, but they seem to have overlooked one thing.

Bees have compound eyes.

Before he even reached the third floor, he was discovered by the queen bee. After a hoarse scream, the queen bee sprayed a clump of mucus-covered material from her buttocks.

Whoosh! The mouthparts tore through the mucous membrane, and a monster crawled out.

In the blink of an eye, after the slime on its body was shed, a bee-man appeared in front of everyone.

"Holy shit!"

"Fuck!"

"Damn!"

The hunters who were fighting the other bee-men changed their expressions slightly when they saw this scene. They were running out of bullets, so they dared not waste them.

These bee-men are extremely formidable in combat, not only are they fast and agile, but their stingers are also poisonous.

With the wings attached, they find it extremely difficult to deal with just one.

And now this thing can change size anytime, anywhere?

If Ryan's lips curl into a smile, how would you handle it?

Of all these people, Wade made the best impression on him.

"If he's the winner this time, invite him to join your bar."

While on patrol, Gehman suddenly heard Ryan's voice and heard about Wade's identity.

"Yes." He responded, then picked up the unconscious man from the ground and walked to the edge of the red moon, where he dropped him.

"Remember, infiltration of any kind is prohibited here." After saying that, Gehman turned and left, leaving the man who was slowly waking up.

Raine only blocked out superhumans because they would cause trouble, but ordinary people could enter freely—as long as they had the guts.

The man's expression changed upon waking up, and he immediately dialed his boss's number.

"Commissioner, I have failed." After these words were spoken, both sides fell silent.

After a long silence, he finally heard the other person speak: "Okay, I understand. Withdraw—where are Coulson's men?"

"It seems only one female officer managed to infiltrate; the others all failed."

"Phew... I lost to this guy again. Oh well, come back."

"receive!"

Before the call ended, he heard a muffled thud from the other end.

Based on his understanding of his boss, he was most likely messing around with his Zippo lighter.

Turning his head to look at the bright red East Harlem before him, the man couldn't help but mutter, "What kind of world is this...?"

A few days ago, his FBI friend revealed that they had recently caught a big guy, and then Spider-Man started being reported on the streets of New York.

It turns out today is a red moon, and those monsters...

The man couldn't help but shudder at the thought of almost being eaten.

If it weren't for the wheelchair-bound man who suddenly appeared, he would probably be dead.

Those monsters seemed to ignore the local residents, but were extremely unfriendly to outsiders like him.

Just as he got up to leave, he heard a piercing scream, which sounded like a woman's voice.

The sound rose from low to high, eventually becoming completely unlike any human voice.

After a final, crushed groan, a rift appeared in the sky.

First, a withered hand emerged, followed by a head that looked like a bald eagle.

But here's the strange thing: its white feathers seem to be alive, with tiny but beautiful circular patterns at the tips.

Like... eyes?

The monster's upper body was long and narrow, with a layer of dry feathers covering its purple skin, which looked as if they were about to fall off at any moment.

The man felt his heart skip a beat when it turned its head.

Because that face had no flesh or blood at all, but was like a bone mask, firmly attached to those dirty hair strands.

Those who don't know the situation would definitely think this is a bird-beaked doctor who emerged during the Black Death.

Its feathers fluttered as it crawled, revealing the human tendons beneath.

The head seems to be forcibly attached to the body, with the spine connected to the skull, allowing it to rotate like an owl.

As an OEM field worker, he had seen many things that ordinary people never saw, but he swore he had never seen a creature like the one in front of him before!

With just one glance, he felt his heart start pounding, but his professional instincts compelled him to pick up his phone.

Open the camera, point it in the direction of the monster, aim, focus, and press the shutter button.

Click! The flash of the camera attracted the monster's attention, but it did nothing except let out a silent roar.

Because the man in the wheelchair was holding a huge scythe.

"Go back and take one step forward. I will carry out the boss's orders."