American Strategic Deception Bureau

　Leonard, who was driving, was in the worst mood because the little money he had just received was not even enough to pay off his gambling debts.

　And so, in total silence, the battered pickup truck carrying the four petty thieves drove through Compton, a predominantly black neighborhood in South Los Angeles. Though still some distance from the wildfire's origins, the area had recently been ravaged by arson and the scene of numerous large-scale gang brawls, involving rifles, grenades, and roadside bombs, leaving the roads collapsing and pitted.

　In order to bypass a large collapsed pit in front, Leonard slammed the steering wheel, trying to go around the edge of the pit... But at this moment, "Felicat" hiding in the truck bed suddenly raised its cat paws and released a "phantom sound spell" to the four people in the car!

　The next moment, all four people in the car heard a burst of gunfire! Deafening! Horrifying!

　Therefore, the four people who were caught off guard were frightened by the gunshots that only they could hear.

　"Shooting! Is this a war between black gangs?"

　"Where's the shooting? Get out of the way!"

　Carl in the back seat suddenly leaned forward and grabbed the back of the front seat hard. The cheap leather seat cover made a teeth-grinding friction sound. "Turn right at the next intersection and go to the University of Southern California! There are police stationed there at night, and the niggers usually don't dare to cause trouble there..." He gave orders.

　"But the gunshot came from the right!" Leonard, who was driving, retorted, but Roy, who was in the passenger seat, tried to pull out his gun and hit him with his arm. His hands on the steering wheel slipped, and he turned the steering wheel dozens of times more.

　At the same time, Leonard made a mistake in his footwork. He wanted to step on the brake but stepped on the accelerator instead...

　Then, this Ford pickup truck with a pungent smell of paint suddenly tilted its body amid the roar of its engine, rushed onto the sidewalk, and hit a wooden telephone pole with dirty sneakers hanging on it!

　Then, sparks suddenly erupted in the night sky, a flash of short circuit. As the pickup truck crashed through the wooden utility pole, more than a dozen broken wires danced wildly in the wind, like dying fluorescent jellyfish, before falling with a piercing sound. One cable even wrapped around the roof of the car like a giant, silver-scaled python.

　When the high-voltage current penetrated the car body, the screams of the four people twitching all over their bodies were as creepy as a rusty horn in the night.

　In the last thirty seconds before he passed out, Roy smelled his hair being burnt and scratched the leather seat in convulsions; Leonard's whole body was smoking, but he was still shaking violently... Carl and Daisy in the rearview mirror twitched a few times and then collapsed, and it was unknown whether they were dead or alive.

　After they were all electrocuted to the point of incontinence and passed out with the smell of burning all over their bodies, Filimeow, who had transformed into a black cat, leisurely threw a fireball, blowing up the nearby transformer and cutting off the power supply to the entire block, freeing them from the electric shock.

　Then, Filimeow leisurely walked with cat steps, approached the four little thieves, and looked them over slowly, "Meow, are you dead? If you are dead, forget it. If you are not dead, I will reward you with some demon blood, let you grow horns on your heads, and become a disgusting tiefling..."

　, as well as the graffiti covered with obscene words on the wall not far away and the dirty and messy street scene that looked like a garbage dump, she immediately realized some self-evident risks.

　"Leonard! Hey, Leonard! Wake up... Oh, no, God..."

　She tried to push the driver next to her twice, but there was no response. She only felt a sticky liquid seeping in between her fingers.

　Looking back, Roy was horrified to find that Leonard's eyes were wide open and he was motionless: the broken plastic steering wheel was like a blooming poisonous mushroom, and the broken steering column in the middle was like a sharp spear, piercing Leonard's chest and nailing him to the leather chair back, like a butterfly specimen in a school showroom. The gushing blood turned the seat into a muddy swamp - a bloody swamp!

　A burnt smell wafted out from the twisted metal cracks of the engine hood, mixed with the pungent smell of blood, turning into an indescribable odor of death.

　She withdrew her hand in horror and looked back at the back seat, but was almost fainted by the indescribable stench.

　What kind of stench is this? Even feces and urine that have been fermenting in the toilet for a month without being flushed don’t seem to stink this bad!

　Before she could figure out where this indescribably strong stench came from, she heard a crash in the back seat. The rock singer, Daisy, who had woken up almost at the same time as she did, couldn't stand the overwhelming stench, so she elbowed the deformed car door open and rolled out.

　Daisy, with disheveled hair and bare feet, stumbled along the dirty sidewalk, her blood-stained stockings trailing intermittently behind her like a snake shedding its skin. She bent over from time to time to vomit while trying to breathe fresh air.

　"Ugh—it stinks, it stinks! What on earth is in this car?"

　Hearing Daisy's wailing, Roy wanted to vomit even more, but she still struggled to get out of the horribly smelly car.

　But for some reason, despite Roy's powerful elbow strike, the car door next to her was finally pushed open by her.

　But a part of her body was stuck in the deformed and twisted wreckage of the car and she couldn't get free.

　Ouch, my butt hurts! What's going on?

　Just as she was unable to move, a distant sound suddenly made her shudder—not the rhythm of police boots tapping on the pavement, but the shuffling footsteps of more than a dozen pairs of canvas shoes! And the creepy sound of chains dragging on the ground!

　Then, a voice filled with malicious mockery sounded leisurely in the night not far away: "Look! Another lost kitten! What a lucky day today! There's white bread for everyone to play with!"

　"There might be more in the car! Whitebreads wandering the ghetto at night with their wallets? We're so lucky today!"

　Another voice, equally filled with malice and greed, rang out, accompanied by the "bang bang" sound of a baseball bat hitting the iron railings.

　Roy turned and saw a black man wearing a blue turban and bell-bottom pants adorned with two floor-length metal chains. Not far away, he was fiddling with a bullet necklace around his neck and whistling sharply. Behind him, more figures swayed, their flickering lighter flames gathering like swarms of fireflies in a swamp on a summer night. Butterfly knives, machetes, and baseball bats gleamed coldly in the moonlight.

　Daisy, who had already gotten out of the car, hadn't taken a few steps when laughter mixed with the smell of hemp came from all directions, making Roy's throat tighten.

　However, when these blacks gradually approached with ill intentions, the bell-bottomed leader suddenly froze.

　"Do you smell it? What's that smell? Why is it so bad?"

　He frowned and pinched his nose, and the black thug next to him who was holding a baseball bat took two steps back because of the odor.

　The smell was like rotten seafood soaked in urine, mixed with compost from farmers' homes, multiplied tenfold.

　Even these black people, who are born with strong body odor and body odor, were a little overwhelmed by the smell for a while.

　"It's the stinkiest thing in the universe! Is that a garbage truck that hit the electric pole?" A bald black man also shouted.

　"No, it stinks worse than a garbage truck. I'm afraid it's from poop."

　"Even feces doesn't stink this bad! My sewer, which has been clogged for three years, smells much less bad than this!"

　Just as they were hesitant because of the stench, a captivating aroma wafted in on the wind. The scent was filled with exciting female hormones, coming from Daisy, who had fallen terrified under the streetlight. Although her hair was disheveled, she still looked quite beautiful!

　Several black thugs couldn't help but let out a big bulge in their crotches and saluted Daisy, who was emitting a strange smell for some reason.

　The three hooligans closest to Daisy couldn't help but stare with their eyes red. Without waiting for the boss to say anything, they rushed forward with a cry of "Ah!" and pressed on Daisy like a pile of people, scrambling to tear off her clothes.

　Although Daisy was surrounded by big men, she did not scream hysterically. Instead, she let out a few charming moans.

　Roy, who was still trapped in the car, was stunned when he heard this: Although he knew that this girl was a bitch, he didn't expect her to be so slutty!

　"Although this car stinks, the chick that came out of it smells pretty good, no, pretty slutty!"

　The black gang leader with a blue cloth wrapped around his head and wearing bell-bottom pants also smelled a few wisps of fragrance, but

　After all, he was standing far away, so he could still restrain himself. He just made a few comments in a serious manner. However, almost no one at the scene listened to him. One after another, the gangsters were all obsessed with sex, rushing forward with hot air coming out of their nostrils, thinking only about how to catch Daisy and fight her hard, which made the gangster leader who was ignored very embarrassed.

　Damn it, it’s not like you haven’t patronized white street girls before, why are you all going crazy when you see a beautiful girl tonight?

　"Stop! Let Daisy go! All of you get out of the way! Otherwise, you'll all be shot!"

　Seeing Daisy about to be "infused with essence" by at least a dozen thugs, Roy finally couldn't bear it any longer. With a rip, he squeezed out of the wreckage of the car, his body pierced through. Then, enduring the burning pain in his buttocks, he raised his pistol under the streetlight and issued a stern warning to the black thugs who wanted to take advantage of the car accident scene to loot.

　However, the reaction of the black people on the opposite side was completely beyond Roy's expectations.

　Except for a few black men who were already overwhelmed by desire, they didn't even raise their heads, but continued to hold Daisy and kiss and lick her wildly. The rest of the black men looked at her with expressions as if they had seen a ghost, shouting words like "monster!" and "devil", and even made the sign of the cross at her!

　Monster? Devil? Are you talking about me?

　She is at least a beauty, how come she became a monster?

　Roy was immediately furious. Just as he was about to explode, he suddenly felt a heavy weight on his head.

　When she reached out and touched it, she was shocked to find that a pair of horns had appeared on her forehead without her knowing when!

　She lowered her head and looked behind her butt, and found a snake tail covered with scales. The tail was covered with scratches and cuts, and was even bleeding. Just now, she was stuck by this tail and couldn't get out of the car.

　Have I really become a monster?

　But why is this happening? Is it temporary? Or permanent?

　For a moment, Roy's mind was in a mess, and because of information overload and brain failure, he involuntarily put down the gun.

　So, seeing this, the thugs on the opposite side couldn't help but muster up some courage again - after all, they had more numbers and more power.

　"It doesn't matter what kind of monster it is! Just shoot it down! In Florida, I always kill alligators with one shot!"

　A thug in a leather jacket spat, suddenly opening his coat to reveal a sawed-off double-barreled shotgun.

　Next, there was a gunshot, accompanied by flames spurting out of the muzzle. Roy, whose mind was confused, failed to dodge and was hit by a buckshot in the chest. He flew backwards and hit the lamppost hard. The pistol was thrown out of his hand and rolled into the stinking ditch on the side of the road.

　But the thug with the shotgun still refused to give up and aimed at Roy again, wanting to shoot again.

　As a result, his shooting skills were obviously not very good. Not only did the shot fail to hit Roy who had already gotten out of the car, but it also hit the broken pickup truck that was deformed by the car accident!

　The next moment, a fireball suddenly lit up from the Ford pickup truck. But then, accompanied by a deafening roar of terror, a shirtless man, or rather a mutant, as strong as an ox, removed the rear door of the pickup truck and stood out with his anger surging.

　The moment this burly man, also sporting horns and a tail, appeared, most of the black thugs collapsed to the ground in terror. Then, an epic stench, dozens of times more intense than the previous one, emanated from him, bringing tears to the eyes of every African American present, some even fainting.

　Only Roy covered his mouth and nose, using the moonlight to identify the mutant's identity. "Carl? Is that you?"

　"Yeah, hey, how did I become like this? Can I change back? I don't want to be sliced ​​up by scientists!"

　Seeing that everyone seemed to be bothered by the stench on his body, Carl also noticed the changes in his body and was shocked. He was afraid that he would be thrown into a cage and lie flat like the gorilla in the cartoon, or even have his blood drawn and sliced ​​by the research institute!

　Alveoli!

　On his retina, the candlelight at his grandmother's funeral and the crazy dance of the voodoo priests were already dancing!

　"Fuck..." Before he could finish his curse words, his unconscious body crashed into a collapsed electric pole.

　Aside from the leader, the rest of the gang members collapsed one after another from the stench. Some lay on the ground vomiting repeatedly, some picked at their Adam's apples with their nails, and some were driven insane by the fumes... In the end, they lay scattered on the dirty street in all kinds of grotesque postures.

　The remaining black people standing in the back, although they were not immediately fainted by the smoke because of the distance, were also terrified. They dropped their bats and knives, shouted "devil", "monster", and "Am I on too much drugs?" and fled in a panic.

　Only then did Carl regain his composure and subconsciously approach Roy, who had been shot and was groaning at the foot of a wall more than ten meters away. However, he had only taken a few steps when Roy, the female stuntwoman huddled against the wall, retreated in terror.

　"Don't come over here! It stinks! Carl! Can't you stop smelling so bad?"

　Looking at Roy's disgusted look, Carl suddenly felt even more devastated.

　But he still tried to close his eyes, and with a thought, a moment later, the changes in Carl's body suddenly disappeared rapidly, and he turned back into human form again.

　"Huh, fortunately, I can change back."

　Carl breathed a sigh of relief after touching his head and butt that had returned to their original state, and his skin that was no longer glaringly red.

　Although the tattered clothes soaked with smelly body fluids still smelled terrible and disgusting, at least he looked like a human again.

　However, when he looked like a devil just now, although Carl looked hideous, he didn't think he smelled that bad.

　But now that he had turned back into human form, he had lost some of his resistance and could no longer tolerate the lingering stench.

　In just a moment, Carl felt dizzy and shaky.

　At this point, he no longer cared about shame and simply took off his already tattered clothes in the street and threw them in the face of a gangster. He also took off the blue headscarf of the unconscious black gangster leader, wiped his body roughly, and then went to Roy and asked.

　"Are you okay? What happened? I vaguely heard gunshots when I woke up. Are you hurt?"

　Hurt? Oh, and by the way, some asshole just shot me with a shotgun!

　Roy touched his chest and found that apart from a hole in his clothes, there was only a patch of redness and bruises on his skin.

　Although it still hurts and I feel dizzy, at least I don't have any broken bones.

　But why did his skin also turn red? Although the redness wasn't as striking as Carl's before, it was almost black...

　"I'm fine, Carl, but Daisy..." She turned her head and was immediately stunned.

　——Although after turning into a weirdo or a demon, the unemployed construction worker Carl didn't even do anything, but with the stench emanating from his body, he instantly knocked out most of the black thugs who wanted to take advantage of the situation, and the rest basically ran away.

　But there was another black youth who had already taken off his pants and was riding on Daisy. For some reason, he was completely unaffected and focused on the piston movement of his flesh. Not only did he thrust hard into her body, he also blocked her mouth tightly, making her unable to make a sound.

　So Carl picked up a baseball bat from the ground, tiptoed over, and swung it hard at the black man who was sweating profusely while riding on Daisy, hitting him on the back of the head. The black man groaned and collapsed on the spot.

　But then, a fragrance, sweat, and some indescribable smell hit his nose, making Carl frown.

　Then, a refreshing fragrance from among them quickly overwhelmed the other smells, and as if it had life, it went straight into Carl's nostrils.

　The temptation that seemed to penetrate deep into his soul caused Carl, who had now turned back into a mortal, to completely lose control almost instantly. His mind was dominated by endless lust and reproductive instincts, and he completely lost his reason and restraint - also known as sperm in the brain.

　So, he roared from the depths of his throat and pounced on Daisy, regardless of the fact that her body was still covered in spots of filth.

　As a result, when Roy slowly stood up with the help of the wall and stumbled over to reunite with his companions, he saw to his speechless face that Carl had taken the stick from the black gangster and was riding on Daisy, plowing and sprinting hard, making Daisy scream with joy.

　"Carl! What are you doing? Is now the time to do this?" Roy couldn't help but roar.

　-

　At midnight in Compton, the moonlight that penetrated the thin clouds was cut into pieces by the iron fence of the tenement house.

　The streets were filled with rust-smelling mist, and the neon tubes were crackling and twitching in the hot wind.

　After the black thugs were wiped out, it took a while for the three amateur thieves, or three newly born extraordinary people, to get rid of this chaotic state. They gradually adapted to their new state and found out how to "exit" and become ordinary people again.

　Then, the three of them sat on the edge of the flower bed by the road and talked to each other about the changes that had happened to them.

　Carl turned into a man who looked like the Marvel superhero Hulk

　A muscular monster, but with horns on its head, a tail on its back, and red skin instead of green. Its size is not as exaggerated as the Hulk's, so it can be called the "Mini Red Hulk".

　As for his true combat power? It was still unknown, because Karl hadn't done anything, and he had already knocked the thugs over with just his stench.

　Besides growing horns on her head, reddening her skin, and a snake-like tail on her butt, Roy also had erect pupils like those of a cat or snake, giving her night vision. However, due to a previous car accident, her tail had gotten stuck in the deformed seat, causing her to lose a large piece of skin while struggling to get out of the car, leaving her bleeding profusely. Therefore, she hadn't shown much fighting ability in the previous conflict.

　However, after everything was over, Roy calmed down and found that his eyesight and arm strength had increased a lot. He could easily blow up a street lamp bulb more than 50 meters away by throwing a stone, and he could spit out a sulfur-smelling fireball from his mouth as long as he thought about it.

　Finally, Daisy, at first glance, appears unchanged. While all three have horns on their heads and tails, Carl and Roy's horns are enormous, at least on par with goats', making them impossible to hide. Daisy's horns, on the other hand, are tiny, only about the size of a finger, barely visible with a bit of hair covering them. Furthermore, Daisy's tail is also thin and small, easily hidden under a skirt or pants.

　The extraordinary ability she gained was "mass seduction" - anyone who saw her would be instantly bewitched. Not only would men who couldn't withstand the will test be madly eager to have sex with Daisy, but even some women would be crazy about her.

　"It sounds a bit like Lilith, Adam's first wife in the Bible, who controls erotic dreams."