American Strategic Deception Bureau

　Stuntwoman Roy said this seriously - before her long-term unemployment and bankruptcy, she had just participated in a mythological drama.

　"We can discuss this kind of thing anytime. Now we have to get out of here! God knows when the police will show up!"

　Carl kicked open the pickup truck's door, and the twisted metal groaned sharply. He then dragged Leonard's body from the driver's seat and threw it in front of Roy, saying, "Now that Leonard is dead, let's divide his share of the money! He won't need it anyway."

　Everyone agreed on the money division. They immediately dug the wallet out of Leonard's body and divided the failed screenwriter's meager estate among the three. They then raided the black thugs, taking several hundred dollars in cash, two rings, and a large gold chain.

　Roy suggested silencing all the thugs, but Carl said several of the thugs who had witnessed them had escaped. Even if they killed the ones lying on the ground, they wouldn't be able to stop the news, so they should just spare their lives.

　——Luckily, this isn't the information age where mobile internet is ubiquitous. Otherwise, they would have become internet celebrities by now.

　In the era when there were only televisions and landlines, news events would spread much more slowly, especially in remote areas.

　Finally, they poured gasoline from the car on Leonard's body, and then Roy transformed into a demon, spitting out magic flames with a smell of sulfur from his mouth, and burned it all clean - this was both destroying the body and cremating his companion.

　But what should they do next? All three of them were at a loss.

　However, staying here forever was definitely not an option. Not to mention whether those black thugs would gather more people to rescue their companions and seek revenge. If a patrol car came by, they wouldn't know how to deal with the police's questioning.

　After thinking for a while, Carl suggested returning to the Blue Lizard Motel to discuss countermeasures with Old Buck. The profiteer had extensive connections, many ways to get things done, and a sharp mind, so perhaps he could come up with something good. Roy and Daisy, without any better ideas, agreed.

　In this way, the three of them hastily bandaged their wounds and embarked on a long journey of five kilometers back to the motel.

　In the deep night, the asphalt road was steaming with the residual heat of the day, and the mixed smell of hemp and rat corpses wafted out of the sewer.

　From the silent night, there were occasional, vague, erratic sounds that sounded like weeping, laughter, sobbing, and a deep, resentful grumble, each one arousing a shudder. Everywhere was a hazy darkness, yet not entirely black: beneath the eerie darkness, the ordinary seemed to harbor strange mysteries. Despite possessing extraordinary powers, the three men remained terrified, like frightened birds. Even the manic laughter of a homeless person or a drunk on the street could send them into a state of apprehension.

　Not long after they started walking, Daisy complained to the other two that she felt like someone was following them.

　But in the pitch-black night, relying only on the sparse, flickering street lights, nothing could be seen clearly.

　Moreover, no one dared to turn back to confirm whether the footsteps following them were real or just hallucinations.

　However, when the morning light was about to break, the three of them finally returned to the Blue Lizard Motel safely.

　While they were negotiating with the uncle at the hotel front desk, a black cat with swift movements, bright eyes, and a mysterious look gave them a last meaningful look at the hotel door, then gracefully strutted away on all fours...

　"I injected some demonic blood into them last night, turning the three surviving thieves into tieflings, hybrids of demon and human. This way, they can say goodbye to human life and enjoy the life of a monster.

　The man was fused with a Berserker, whose characteristics included immense strength, bloodthirstiness, and a strong desire for war. On the other hand, he also had a foul odor—far worse than any body odor, comparable to a poison gas bomb! Even the most powerful deodorant was powerless against it.

　I fused another female thief who broke into our villa with the bloodline of a six-armed snake demon. This gave her a snake tail, dark vision, stronger physical strength, and the additional ability to breathe fire, but it didn't give her four more hands - after all, she was only a half-demon.

　There was also a woman who was acting as a lookout during the theft. Since she never set foot in our house, her crime was reduced. I simply imbued her with the blood of a succubus, making her even more beautiful and alluring. She always had a seductive aura, tempting men to push her over and have sex with her.

　The next morning in San Fernando Valley, in Fili's refuge villa, on a four-meter-wide bed, Fili lay in Marita's arms, enjoying Juanita's oral service and playing with Monica's tender body. At the same time, he casually told the women gathered around him about his experience last night: "As for the little thief who died in the car accident, I originally wanted to wait until the three living people were gone before making trouble for his body. I didn't expect that the three guys were so comrades that they didn't forget to pour gasoline on the body and burn it clean when they ran away.

　In that case, I'll let it go and not bother with a handful of ashes any more."

　"Uh, so you created a Reek, a Snake, and a Succubus? That sounds pretty interesting.

　Wait, didn’t you say that there were five thieves who robbed our house?

　Alena, who was sitting on the side listening, frowned and asked, "There's still one thief left, and you're just going to let him go?"

　"There's no need for me to let that bankrupt fishing tackle shop owner go. Those three tieflings have already come to harass him."

　Fili kneaded Monica's little butt and stroked her chubby little face, saying with a smile, "Being entangled with these three burdens, the rest of his life can only be described as miserable!"

　"That's not necessarily true! Haven't the three of them already transformed back into mortal form? If they just endure for a few days, hide in some remote, deserted place, or even flee to a foreign country, wouldn't that bankrupt fishing tackle shop owner be fine?"

　Marita was massaging Fili's shoulders with her big breasts while arguing with her husband.

　"That's impossible. A tiefling who has just acquired bloodline is simply incapable of concealing his true appearance."

　Fili smiled slightly and revealed the answer, "The reason they were able to transform back into mortals last night was not because of their own abilities, but because I personally cast a Transfiguration spell on them and temporarily distorted their cognition, making them think they did it themselves.

　And now… their Transfiguration spells are almost worn off!" He glanced at the wall clock. "Haha, a Reek, a Serpent, a Succubus, and a mortal. I wonder what kind of waves these 'Four Weirdos of the Abyss' will stir up in Los Angeles?"

　Chapter 632: A big monster fell out of the hotel

　In fact, when Fili and his female slaves were lying in the comfortable basement, whispering to each other and enjoying the warmth and pleasure, the three Tiefling half-demons who returned to the Blue Lizard Motel to look for the last thief accomplice had already caused a huge uproar.

　—Accompanied by the creepy whining of the rusty elevator, Carl, Daisy, and Roy returned to the room they had just left a few hours ago. The moment Carl kicked open the door, he saw a purple smoke floating out of the room and wrapped around them like an octopus tentacle.

　There was also a terrible smell mixed with sweat, body fluids, alcohol, etc., which hit me in the face the moment the door was opened, choking Daisy behind me and making her sneeze.

　"A-choo! Damn it! Old Buck had a real good time last night. As soon as we left, he called the streetwalkers over to enjoy himself."

　Roy's boots sank into the sticky carpet as soon as she stepped into the room. In the dim morning light from the window, she saw three syringes and a pile of hemp on the bedside table. Old Buck lay face-up on the bed like a stranded whale, his gold chain digging into the fat of his neck.

　There was also a plump prostitute lying next to him, who also looked like she was unconscious from the high.

　Carl grabbed the prostitute's pink-dyed hair and dragged her off the bed, revealing the unhealed needle marks on her arm. "Okay, time to get out! Girl! Has Old Buck paid you yet? If not, take these to pay off the bill. It should be enough anyway."

　He picked up the pile of hemp that had been made into tobacco from the bedside table and stuffed it into the prostitute's bag.

　Roy, on the other hand, brandished a gun and acted like a villain. "Get out of here, bitch! If you don't want a hole in your ass, get out of here right now!"

　The next moment, the prostitute finally reacted, screamed, grabbed the crocodile leather bag and rushed out of the room, knocking over the paint-chipped coat rack as she went out.

　But then, even though they made such a loud noise, Old Buck was still lying in bed, unconscious.

　"Sleep? You still know how to sleep! Do you know that disaster is about to happen?"

　intolerance

　Annoyed, Roy immediately swung his arm and slapped him hard, sending ripples across Old Buck's face. A dark red palm print blossomed on his pale skin, as if someone had poured a glass of Bordeaux into the milk.

　But even so, the high-strung old Buck still didn't wake up.

　"He needs a stronger stimulation! Use this!" Daisy walked around the hotel room filled with strange smells and found an empty bottle of wine and a half-melted ice bucket. She then poured the ice-water mixture in the ice bucket onto Old Buck's face.

　It has to be said that the stimulation of the ice bucket challenge is obviously more effective than a slap in the face. After being splashed with ice water, Old Buck's Adam's apple suddenly rolled up and down, and he mumbled a few nonsense words, as if he was about to wake up.

　Seeing this, Karl thought it would be better to leave the communication to the two ladies. So he walked to the window of the room, leaned against the windowsill and sat down to rest.

　——He had walked several kilometers that night and his legs were so tired that they were sore and numb.

　But in the next moment, Carl, who was leaning against the window, suddenly felt an indescribable heat burst out from his heart and flowed through his limbs. It seemed as if he was suddenly filled with strength, and at the same time, his weight and size increased several times...

　Damn it, why did he turn into a demon again?

　Before he could react, Carl's swollen lower back pressed hard against the windowsill, and the rotten wooden frame made a noise like termites gnawing on it.

　Then, Carl suddenly felt his back go empty, and the front wall collapsed outwards. When the dirty colorful curtains wrapped him up and he fell out of the third floor, he caught a glimpse of the cardboard interlayer exposed where the wall plaster had peeled off - that thing was even less reliable than a prostitute's exaggerated bust.

　Then, he suffered the most painful blow to the back of his head.

　"boom!"

　So, in the horrified eyes of passers-by, a huge monster with a foul smell, red skin, goat horns and a snake tail, slammed heavily onto the concrete ground in front of the hotel, leaving countless cracks on the cement.

　Then, someone saw two more women emerging from the broken hole in the wall where the monster had fallen out. No, two female demons with horns on their heads poked their heads out and whispered a few words to the devil-like red-skinned monster below.

　But then he was frightened by the terrible stench that rose into the sky, and he quickly shrank back.

　"Oh, Carl, can't you just control the smell? It's making me want to throw up."

　"What the hell is going on? Why are we turning into monsters again?"

　At the same time, Carl, who had been fused with the blood of the Berserker Demon and turned into a Tiefling Demon, was lying in a pile of broken glass. The back of his head was hit and he was dizzy, but he still tried hard to change back to his mortal state - but unfortunately, unlike last night's situation, he could no longer change back.

　At the same time, Carl was helpless against the horrible stench that permeated his body.

　You know, the Berserker's most important scent gland is actually his... uh, cow's bladder!

　Therefore, unless Karl was ruthless enough to castrate himself and become a eunuch, he would always be covered in stench, like a walking stink bomb.

　The next moment, Daisy and Roy, who had also turned into tieflings, jumped out of the hole in the wall on the third floor and landed steadily on the ground.

　Carl quickly got up and wanted to join them, but Daisy screamed, "Don't come over here."

　For every step Carl took forward, Roy and Daisy took two steps back and loudly pleaded with him to calm down.

　The stench was so terrible that they really didn't want to get too close to this stinky thing.

　So, Roy thought about it and shouted to Carl, "Run in different directions!" Then he pulled Daisy and ran as fast as he could.

　On the other side, seeing such a huge monster suddenly appear on the roadside, all kinds of curious passers-by couldn't help but come over to watch.

　But then, an indescribable strong stench came with the wind, making them so disgusted that they covered their noses and hid away.

　"Ugh—what's that smell? Is that monster made of shit and piss?"

　"It smells more like rotten seafood than shit!"

　Especially the proprietress of the Blue Lizard Motel. She had just mustered up the courage to pull a double-barreled shotgun from under the counter, loaded it with two buckshot rounds, and pushed the door open to chase the monster away. But the next moment, her expression suddenly changed, and she quickly hid back inside. "Oh God! Why are you punishing me?! That thing outside stinks worse than a shithole! I've never experienced such a horrible stench in my life!"

　"Since this monster stinks so badly, we should kill it as soon as possible! Otherwise, will my hotel still be able to operate in the future?"

　The fat owner of the motel also came out with his nose pinched, snatched the hunting rifle from his wife's hand, put it on the window, and pulled the trigger at Carl.

　The next moment, two buckshot bullets struck Carl's back, but they couldn't even penetrate his red skin. Instead, Carl completely lost his mind in agony, his eyes bloodshot. He turned and rushed to the hotel lobby, kicked open the door, and roared bloodthirstyly at the panicked owner: "Roar, roar!"

　The first drop of blood in today's battle between humans and demons in Los Angeles has fallen here!

　"Bang! Bang!"

　"Boom!"

　"Call! Call! Request support! Request support! We need heavy firepower! Now! Ah——"

　The broken and twisted motorcycle made a harsh sound as it scraped against the asphalt road. Los Angeles police officer Thompson, wearing a gas mask, leaned his back against the overturned police car, feeling terrified as the car behind him trembled rhythmically with the heavy footsteps of the red monster more than ten meters away.

　The glass shards flying down from the top of his head mixed with cold sweat and slid into his collar, almost bringing Officer Thompson's thinking to a standstill.

　Oh my God, how did things turn out like this?

　Ten minutes ago, this had been a busy intersection, surrounded by a strip of commercial streets lined with shops. It wasn't as glamorous as Beverly Hills, but it was still bustling. But now, the remains of a traffic light hung in the shattered windows of clothing stores like a string of blood-stained Christmas ornaments.

　A foul-smelling monster with red skin was wreaking havoc on the streets, uprooting streetlights and telephone poles and chasing fleeing pedestrians.

　Damn it, how could he possibly defeat this monster from a superhero comic with just a pistol?

　Thompson cursed inwardly - before, when he and his partner received a report while on patrol and heard a woman talking incoherently about a gunfight at the "Blue Lizard" Motel and a devil-like monster lurking around, Thompson didn't pay much attention and just rushed over by car.

　After all, as the home of the Hollywood film factory, Los Angeles often produces some "imaginative" criminals, who wear leather suits and disguise themselves as Bigfoot, little dinosaurs or aliens in order to conceal their identities and engage in criminal activities.

　Thompson, an old policeman, has seen many things like this that sound a bit strange.

　But when he got to the end of the place, Thompson discovered...there really was a monster!

　After being shot twice by the hotel owner with a hunting rifle, Carl, who had fused with the blood of the Berserker, suddenly went berserk. In the blink of an eye, he rushed into the hotel, tore the fat owner and his wife who had just shot him apart, and then punched a cleaner into the ceiling.

　Just like that, the entire motel was like an ant nest filled with boiling water, and everyone ran out like crazy.

　As Thompson drove to the door of the Blue Lizard Motel, he saw a woman climbing out of the freight elevator with her bare bottom, someone rolling down the stairs holding a pet dog, and others jumping into cars with agility, but they collided with each other while competing for the road at the exit of the parking lot.

　For a moment, people were screaming and trampling on each other. The scene was chaotic and miserable.

　What’s even more terrifying is that after making a fuss in the hotel and venting its desire for destruction, the smelly red-skinned monster ran out again!

　Thompson immediately drew his gun and fired at it, but since the boss's shotgun could not penetrate its skin, a mere police pistol was even more powerless.

　On the contrary, the enraged red-skinned monster rushed towards him, and before the monster arrived, the stench came with the wind and almost suffocated Thompson on the spot.

　Although Thompson was quick-witted and pulled his partner to avoid the collision, the police car he was riding in was lifted into the air like a toy car, and the spinning tires cut into the fire hydrant on the street, and the gushing water sprayed Thompson's head and face.

　Thompson gritted his teeth and remained at the scene, while his partner quickly called for help. But the red-skinned monster continued its rampage, sweeping through shop after shop. Many shop owners drew their guns and fired wildly at it, but the red-skinned tiefling retaliated with a spell-like blast in their faces—and thus, these brave amateur gunmen were also defeated.

　Amid the burning pain of concrete fragments scraping across his back, Thompson saw a brave, strong man carrying a submachine gun and taking to the streets to fight the red-skinned monsters. Then the whole world turned into a spinning kaleidoscope, and his back crashed into a fast food restaurant, and the slime of strawberry milkshake covered his bulletproof vest.

　Then, when the tinnitus subsided a little, he found himself lying next to an injured little girl—the trembling cry of "Help!" made him freeze. The little girl in a pink dress was curled up under the deformed seat, the scrapes on her knees staining her white stockings a light red.

　Thompson hesitated for a moment, pulled out a stained first aid kit from his arms, and handed it to her, but found that his hands were shaking even more violently than hers.

　But before the little girl could take the first aid kit from Thompson, a heavy concrete block smashed through the window like a cannonball and crashed into the store. With a sharp sound of twisting metal, the little girl and the steel pipe table and chair that trapped her were all crushed into a pulp.

　After being stunned for a moment, Thompson could only let out a helpless sigh, stumbled and turned to run away.

　When Thompson scrambled into another coffee shop, he found it packed with panicked customers. Behind the cash register, the owner, wearing a tactical vest, was frantically loading his shotgun. "It's useless!" he slapped the buckshot from the owner's hand. "Take these people out the back door! Run!"

　However, before the policeman could finish his words, a fireball with a smell of sulfur flew into the coffee shop from outside, igniting a curtain and making the customers scream. The owner had no choice but to drop his shotgun and pick up a broom and bucket to try to put out the fire.

　Then, a horrible stench, like a toilet that hadn't been flushed for three months, came along with a burning smell - the monster was chasing them again!

　Fortunately, at this time

　, Thompson looked through a small window and saw an M113 armored vehicle speeding from the other end of the street.

　"Get down!" he shouted, then pounced and pushed the nearest blonde beauty to the ground.

　The next moment, the sound of heavy machine gun fire, like a "cloth ripping machine", rang out in the chaotic streets.

　——Just a hundred yards away from Thompson, four armored vehicles of the National Guard used M2 machine guns to weave a fire network. Tracer bullets drew red strings in the smoke, and occasionally RPG rockets spewed tail flames and bombarded a large half-demon.

　During this time, a number of stray bullets naturally entered the cafe. One bullet pierced what looked like a coffee scale hanging from a beam. Brass weights rained down, at least a third of which landed on Thompson's back, causing him to grimace in pain and nearly pass out.