I put monsters and super powers in America

A group of losers, a group of "leftovers" who have been eliminated by history and live in the past. What qualifications do they have to bargain with the great United States?

"Now, these damn redskins actually dared to burn my excavator! What do they want to do? Do they want to prevent my pipeline from being built? Do they want to ruin my political achievements?!"

"We can't defeat that damned deep-sea monster. Our challenger refuses to call me, and I can't do anything about it. Can't even a bunch of you Indians living in the 19th century be dealt with?!"

The huge frustration suffered in diplomacy and military has now been transformed into unreserved tyranny and anger against vulnerable groups in the country!

Soon, an authorized signature was printed on a blank authorization document.

"Take it!"

The signed document was slapped hard on the Secretary of the Interior's chest. "Give the South Dakota National Guard the highest authority! Let them use all necessary force, including tanks and armored vehicles! I want to clear the area! Arrest! Anyone who dares to resist will be treated as a 'terrorist'! I don't care how many people they arrest, I just want one result - before sunrise tomorrow, I want to see my excavator safely and securely back to work on that damned piece of land!"

30 (Part 2) The Weakness of the Bourgeoisie

Anduriel also held an emergency meeting, the content of which was naturally about the "Leviathan" in the Western Pacific.

But to be honest, Luzon is a million miles away from the United States, and has nothing to do with Andorra, so everyone just reviewed the news; Louis and Aaron, on the other hand, were seriously thinking about how to deal with this guy.

Louis pointed seriously at the screen showing the Leviathan dismantling a destroyer, his brow furrowed slightly. "This guy...is completely different from the two I encountered before. My lightning...is unlikely to have much effect on it. It's like a power bank at best."

"The same goes for fire," Aaron nodded in agreement. "It's too big, and it's clearly an aquatic creature. My fire will be much less effective in water, and even on land, it's probably difficult to cause fatal damage to it. Unless... I can directly attack its core."

The two of them huddled together, heads touching, and began writing and drawing on an electronic draft board, carefully analyzing the weaknesses of the "Jiaolong" and deducing various unrealistic combat plans.

Things like "throw high explosives in when it opens its mouth", "use ultra-high voltage current to directly paralyze its nerve center", "lure it to the desert and let it die of dehydration"... the discussion was in full swing, as if they were going to form a team to slay the dragon tomorrow.

"Tsk, these two guys are really dedicated."

The main dragon listened boredly and complained in his heart.

However, a new idea came to the master dragon's mind.

"Anduriel's core combat power is still a bit immature. Louis' lightning looks impressive, but its endurance and defense are weak. Aaron's fireballs are powerful, but they are useless against tougher-skinned or aquatic enemies. Tifa is a melee superhero, but her attack methods are too limited."

"This isn't a long-term solution. I can't always rely on you to perform a 'self-sacrificing' act to save the day, right?"

"How about giving the 'hero' teams some 'novice village benefits' to help them gain experience and level up?"

His thoughts involuntarily drifted to the inconspicuous "little things" in Gaia's dream.

"Get a bunch of ground beetles or a few large arthropods, like giant spiders or scorpions? Or maybe start with ants?"

Just as the Lord Dragon was happily planning his "hero development plan" in his mind, Atlas Graham, sitting at the head seat of the conference table, was uncharacteristically silent.

He did not join in the discussion, but just crossed his hands, supported his chin, stared deeply at the chaotic information scrolling on the screen, his brows tightly furrowed.

The emergence of "Jiaolong" did indeed deal a heavy blow to the federal government.

Most of the military and intelligence agencies' attention will be diverted to this elusive deep-sea monster.

This is undoubtedly a golden strategic opportunity for Anduriel to calmly develop and grow in the United States.

This should have been a great thing.

But there was no trace of joy on Atlas' face. Instead, he looked worried, and even had a hint of imperceptible anxiety and worry.

"Okay, that's it for today's meeting."

Atlas suddenly stood up, with a hint of fatigue in his voice, and waved his hand, signaling everyone to disperse.

He turned around and walked quickly into his own independent office next door, which was separated by thick glass.

The main dragon pulled Tifa and walked out of the meeting room with everyone else.

The lights in the metallic corridor are cold.

The Dragon Master didn't head directly towards the rest area. Instead, he turned and dragged Tifa to a large electronic star map on the side of the corridor. It was a touchscreen that stretched from ceiling to floor, and on it, a three-dimensional model of the Milky Way slowly rotated.

"Tifa, look, this is Alpha Centauri, only 4.37 light-years away from us, the closest star system to our solar system. Theoretically, if we could..."

The Dragon Master pointed at the star map seriously and began to explain astronomy to the girl beside him. His voice was not loud, just loud enough for the two of them to hear clearly.

Tifa stood quietly beside him, slightly tilting her head, looking at the vast and profound star map, listening to the main dragon's magnetic voice, curiosity and concentration flashing in her bright eyes.

It all looks like an ordinary couple on a date, lingering in front of the huge star map.

However, the main dragon's peripheral vision and its sharp hearing, which was enhanced by the "Tyrant's Shadow" and far surpassed that of ordinary people, were always locked on the office with an ordinary glass door dozens of meters away.

"Om-"

The office's frosted glass door was locked from the inside, becoming completely opaque.

Atlas Graham rubbed his brow wearily and took out the encrypted phone.

The screen lit up, and he hesitated for a moment before dialing a number he knew by heart.

The call was connected quickly, but what came from the other end was not a greeting, but an old, hoarse voice, like two rough sandstones rubbing against each other, full of undisguised vigilance and alienation.

"Atlas, do you remember making this call?"

"Elder Black Mountain, listen to me," Atlas suppressed his embarrassment and spoke as calmly as possible. "I know everything about the reservation. The pipeline project, the National Guard blockade... I will immediately initiate public prosecution. I will hire the best legal team in the United States and take this matter to the Supreme Court! The federal government must give the Sioux an explanation!"

"So, please calm down and don't be impulsive."

A disdainful sneer came from the other end of the phone, like the sound of dead branches breaking in the cold winter.

"Lawyer? Court? Statement?"

The elder's voice suddenly rose, filled with long-suppressed anger and mockery.

"Are you still believing the lies of those white pigs? Their court will only find us guilty! Their 'justice' is to silence us with more tear gas and rubber bullets!"

"Atlas, you've been away from this land for too long! You've long forgotten who you are! You've abandoned the 'beast soul' inherited from your ancestors and converted to the cross of that alien god!"

"I don't blame you for any of this, but do you really think you can get justice for us by using those white people's rules? That's ridiculous!"

"You don't have to worry about what's going on here! We Sioux will protect our sacred land and water sources in our own way! You, an 'outsider', should stay out of this!"

"Beep-beep-beep-"

Atlas listened helplessly to the busy tone coming from the phone. His face, which always maintained calmness and dignity, was now filled with a deep sense of powerlessness.

The bitterness of being rejected by his loved ones and the complete disappointment in the country's judicial system were like two poisonous snakes, gnawing at his heart frantically.

"Your own way... What other way do you have? Using your flesh and blood to resist the riot shields and rifles of the National Guard? Foolish! But..."

Atlas slammed his fist into the hard alloy wall beside him, making a dull thud.

"But the elders are right! The federal government...those hypocritical bastards. If I hadn't been utterly disappointed in them, I wouldn't have founded Anduriel."

"So, do we really need to mobilize Anduriel to fight against the federal government?"

If Anduril is really deployed, it means they will have to confront the National Guard head-on; this is different from secretly killing a disgraced politician like Stam, and it is also different from serving as a "powerful supplement" to public security and responding to extraordinary crises. It is a complete break with the federal government!

If the giant of the federal government really turns its attention to us, can these four extraordinary people really stop it?

Ah, maybe I can indeed withstand it, but how much of my own bottles and jars will be lost in the subsequent confrontation!?

The flames of anger burned fiercely in his deep eyes, but were flickered by the wind of hesitation.

The main dragon who overheard the conversation grinned excitedly.

"It's okay, Mr. Atlas," the main dragon thought to himself, "I will help you solve your problem."

He closed his eyes and entered Gaia's dream.

31. The Tyrannosaurus Cub Who Doesn't Want to Go to Work

The night fell like a huge black blanket, pressing heavily upon this vast and barren land. The clamor and strife of the day gradually died down, leaving only the sobbing sound of the cold wind blowing through the dry grass.

On the barren land, rows of simple, dilapidated wooden or board houses, like discarded matchboxes, lay scattered along the dirt road amidst the withered grass. A strong, cold wind whipped up dust and made the windows rattle.

There is no so-called normal life in the reservation anymore.

The only water supply pipeline is often interrupted due to "aging equipment", and residents have to queue up to get water from the muddy river.

Even so, they have to endure intermittent electricity and a non-existent medical station where there is nothing to be found except a few boxes of expired aspirin and some moldy bandages.

And now, the oil pipeline that is about to pass through their holy land "Black Mountain" and will seriously pollute their only water source has pushed them into a desperate situation.

In another reservation dozens of kilometers away, a Sioux woman turned on the rusty faucet in her kitchen, and turbid, yellow water flowed out intermittently.

She took out a lighter and put it under the water. With a "whoosh", a ball of blue flame suddenly ignited out of thin air and jumped on the water.

This scene is no longer news in other reservations that have already been "compromised."

Black Mountain Elder, spiritual leader of the Lakota Sioux tribe, lies in his humble abode.

His face, as if etched by the blade of time, was covered in deep wrinkles, each furrow filled with the tribal suffering and struggle. The day's confrontation had exhausted his already aged body, and now, he finally fell into a long-awaited sleep, his consciousness plunging into a chaotic darkness.

But the darkness did not last long.

A faint, soft golden light shone from the end of the darkness and quickly expanded. He found himself floating above the land where he had lived his entire life. Beneath his feet was the winding White River, the rolling hills, and the settlement where his people had lived for generations.

An ancient, vast, indescribable will enveloped him like warm ocean water. He could clearly sense that this power came not from the sky, but from the depths of the sacred land beneath their feet. It was quiet, profound, and filled with the most primal pulse of life.

It is "Wakantanka", the great spirit of nature, and the "animal soul" that the Sioux people have believed in for generations!

"Great Spirit... Have you finally answered the call of your people..."

Then, the scene before me changed again. A towering tree, its majesty beyond words, rose from the ground, standing tall on the bank of the White River. Its lush branches and leaves obscured the sky, and its thick roots, like a gnarled dragon, dug deep into the earth, emitting a sacred and peaceful aura.

He saw that the "beast soul" - that majestic will, was sleeping under the roots of the giant tree. Like a loyal guardian, it used its power to suppress the countless wriggling "evil spirits" deep underground that were full of destructive and greedy desires.

However, the next moment, the earth began to shake.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

A series of dull sounds, like the heartbeat of a giant, came from the ground.

It sounded like the footsteps of greedy beasts, or like the steel monsters of the "white people" were hammering and digging the earth, and every blow made the land wail.

The sleeping "beast soul" was awakened by this endless harassment.

It let out a sigh filled with helplessness and anger, and its huge will began to slowly emerge from the ground, as if to drive away those ignorant invaders.

At the moment when the will of the "Beast Soul" left its guarding place——

"hiss--!!!"

Deep underground, the countless suppressed "evil spirits" suddenly burst out from the dark cracks like a swarm of locusts that had broken free from their shackles!

They are countless terrifying insects with wings and mouthparts as sharp as needles! They are greedy and bloodthirsty, emitting a terrifying buzzing sound, and vow to suck all life from this land!

"No--!!"

The Black Mountain Elder let out a desperate roar.

"what!"

He suddenly woke up from his sleep, gasping for breath, his forehead covered with cold sweat.

That terrifyingly real dream still lingered before his eyes.

"No... We absolutely cannot let those white people dig any further!" An unprecedented fire of fear and determination ignited in the cloudy old eyes of the Black Mountain Elder. "They will disturb the beast souls! They will release the evil spirits of hell! They will destroy everything we have!"

He pushed the quilt aside and got out of bed.

"Come! Blow the horn! Call all men and women!" He roared hoarsely at his son who was keeping watch outside the door, "Those damned 'iron monsters' must be stopped today! At any cost!"

……

At the same time, in another dimension of Gaia's dream, a small-scale "existential crisis" is also unfolding.

At the roots of the ginkgo tree, the reptilian couple who had just welcomed a baby boy were locked in a frustrating tug-of-war.

Seven or eight dark-feathered Styxraptors, like the most annoying street thugs, were surrounding the entrance of the reptilian couple's carefully dug nest, pacing back and forth with ill intentions.

These small predators, more than two meters long and only the size of a turkey, may not be able to defeat the reptiles alone, but in large numbers they can become a formidable force.

They do not attack directly, but occasionally use their iconic sickle-like claws to scratch the mud at the entrance of the cave, or make a few short and annoying provocative calls.

The reptile couple was annoyed by them and rushed out of the cave again and again, trying to drive away these uninvited guests.

But the Styxraptors were extremely cunning. When they saw the reptilian couple rushing out, they immediately fled in all directions, using their flexible bodies to shuttle through the bushes to avoid them.

But once the reptile couple relaxes a little and returns to the cave, they will stick to them like taffy and continue to harass them.

Apparently, these cunning opportunistic predators have set their sights on the newly born, vulnerable, and hairless reptile cubs in the cave. They are using this "guerrilla tactic" to continuously consume the physical strength and patience of the reptile couple.

"Tsk, these little creatures are so cunning and annoying." The main dragon complained in his mind.

He knew that if this confrontation continued, the Reptile couple would be the ones in trouble.

However, the real crisis occurred deep in the cave where no one noticed.

"Buzzing—"