Demigod Mage in America

Because Ryan caused power outages wherever he went, the entire Manhattan police force was on the move.

The 19th Precinct, which had just had its power restored, had all the officers on night shift busy checking for any abnormalities.

"Why is the power outage in this area?"

"No, it breaks here too."

"Huh? It's fixed here again!"

"Was it a terrorist attack? Quickly check all CCTV footage!"

"Report: Due to the power outage, all surveillance cameras are down and have not captured any footage!"

Upon hearing this keyword, all the police officers held their breath.

Memories of a certain rare building's size began to surface in my mind.

You should know that most of the people here experienced that era, and they know what it was like.

So what started as just 34 innings got moving, but then increasingly strange things began to happen.

They discovered that the power outage was not accidental or due to a malfunction, but rather caused by human intervention.

"You mean someone took the electricity?" Raymond rested his chin on his hand, a playful smile on his face.

That's ridiculous. It would be better to tell him that someone cut off the power to that area.

"But in reality, the power outage occurs wherever that person—let's call him that for now—goes."

Catherine was on the night shift today. Raymond was sitting across from her, along with two other sheriffs, the deputy commissioner, and a police inspector.

They are holding a meeting because of this strange power outage, and their subordinates have already been dispatched to investigate.

However, Catherine always felt that Ken was Raine's son, but she was in a meeting and couldn't very well ask him on her phone.

"Sheriff Field, what are your thoughts?"

Catherine, who was surprised to be called out by name, was clearly taken aback, and then sat up straight.

"I think we should contact the power company first to inquire if there is a problem with the lines, and at the same time arrange for patrol cars to go and check the area to prevent anyone from taking the opportunity to commit crimes."

"We also need to contact the fire department so they can respond quickly in case of an accident..."

Catherine's eloquent speech earned a nod of approval from the deputy director.

It wasn't that what she said was particularly brilliant, but rather that as a newcomer who was promoted exceptionally, her performance was already outstanding enough.

Many people viewed this girl, who had only been out of school for a short time, as a police chief with prejudice.

After all, which of us here hasn't been in the industry for more than ten years? It's impossible for Catherine not to have any complaints since she just arrived and sat at the same table with them.

"I think Sheriff Field is right. Let's do it this way. Meeting adjourned."

As Catherine stepped out of the conference room, preparing to go on a police mission, she saw Raymond approaching.

"You're really capable, Catherine."

"Please call me Sheriff Field, or Sheriff Raymond."

Raymond wasn't angry at Catherine's cold attitude. Instead, he put his hands in his pockets and said, "Since you're so eager to show off, my district is yours."

After saying that, he left without looking back.

Catherine watched his retreating figure, pursed her lips, and remained silent.

She knew that many people were dissatisfied with her because of her promotion, not only her peers but also those below her.

This wasn't the first time she'd encountered something like this.

Even though it wasn't her jurisdiction, she still had to patrol, and she also worked the most night shifts.

Sometimes, her subordinates would simply ignore her orders.

Catherine's attitude towards this was...tolerance.

Ryan helped her climb the ladder step by step, so she pretended not to see these actions, but she kept a close eye on them all.

While the police were busy dealing with Ryan's actions, Ryan was slowly withdrawing his hand from the warehouse.

The two great skills of the Necromancer school are the body and the soul.

He just described the incident as an organized, premeditated, and purposeful action.

After being able to directly read the soul of the man in front of him, he was left speechless, both amused and exasperated.

There were no suspicious individuals behind them, and they were not there to find the origin of the Red Moon.

The four of them were just habitual offenders released on bail from the Metropolitan Correctional Center in Manhattan. They didn't want to be poor for the rest of their lives, and since they had learned that the old woman's family was wealthy, they wanted to make a quick buck.

Once they've sold off their possessions, they can move out of New York. Whether it's Austin, which has no state tax, or Charlotte, it would be a good option.

"Boss..." David hesitated, looking at Ryan's face, which had suddenly changed from calm to another kind of calm, and felt uneasy.

Although the boss seemed calm, David had a feeling that the previous boss wanted to kill someone.

However, that murderous aura has now disappeared, replaced by his familiar boss.

"Nothing, just thinking about some things." Ryan shook his hand and summoned water to wash his hands, which had touched the man's hair and were stained with oil.

The man whose soul he had read was stunned. Just now, Renn had used too much force, and the divine power had directly washed away his soul.

This caused him to completely lose his senses, but Raine also obtained enough information.

The man in front of me and his three companions were childhood friends. In a robbery as an adult, he used deadly firepower, resulting in the deaths of two police officers, and was sentenced to seven years in prison.

He was only recently released, and less than two months after his release, he wanted to make quick money again, so he committed this home invasion robbery.

It just so happened that he ran into Renn's line of fire, but it's not entirely unfair, since he was about to kill the man. Renn was just returning the favor.

But that's not important now. What's really important is that Ryan saw a prison in his memory.

The Metropolitan Correctional Center in Manhattan.

A prison specifically for detaining criminals involved in various serious criminal cases.

However, Ryan remembered that the prison in his hometown seemed to have closed down, but it obviously hadn't here.

However, what truly caught Ryan's attention was the discovery of a familiar face in the man's memories.

Sheriff Raymond, this officer, would occasionally come and go there, taking prisoners away with various orders.

Logically, as a sheriff, he shouldn't have had the authority. But the other party could produce an extradition order signed by a state legislator.

"Isn't this a coincidence?" Ryan was worried about where to find a prison that provided criminals to the club, and he just happened to stumble upon it.

What's this? Lady Luck is showing him her legs?

Raine looked at the corpse on the ground, a flame ignited at his fingertips, and landed on the body.

In an instant, flames shot into the sky.

He turned off the power the whole way to avoid being caught on camera.

Now, if he disposes of the body, he can perfectly disappear from the story of tonight.

As for number 1, it wouldn't be difficult for him to change his face shape, given his ability to control his muscles.

All other traces at the scene were erased by Renn. Even if a superhuman wanted to trace the source through the traces, it would be impossible, unless the one who made the move was another demigod.

"Let's go, let's experience life in prison."