I put monsters and super powers in America

In a booth in the corner, Brock Stone, with a bruised face and one hand wrapped in thick bandages, was crying to a sturdy man with a Mohawk hairstyle.

This man was Charlie, the small leader of the White Eagle Gang in a nearby area.

"...Brother Charlie, you have to help me! That damned yellow-skinned guy, he, he knows kung fu!" Brock's voice trembled with humiliation and anger. "That kid recently made a fortune. His father died, and the insurance company paid him fifty thousand dollars! If you help me deal with him, I'll... I'll give you seventy percent of that fifty thousand! Seventy percent!"

Charlie picked up the whiskey on the table and took a sip slowly. Greed flashed in his cloudy eyes, and a cruel grin spread across his lips. "Fifty thousand dollars? And an Asian? Brock, don't worry, I'll help you with this!"

3. Tifa and the Capitol Hill Incident

The next day in the classroom at 499 High School, Zhu Long keenly sensed that there was a hint of something unusual in the air.

The white students who usually hung out with Brock Stone looked at him with secret, gloating scrutiny, as if they were expecting something good to happen.

When the school bell rang, Zhulong did not go to the library as usual. He knew that today's "tutoring appointment" would most likely be interrupted by some uninvited guests.

He left the teaching building early and his figure disappeared in the gradually thinning crowd.

Walking up Roosevelt Avenue and through several deserted alleys, the main dragon soon confirmed his premonition - there were several sneaky tails following behind him.

One of them was Brock Stone, whose arm was still wrapped in thick bandages. His face was twisted by yesterday's humiliation and the new pain, and was full of resentment.

The main dragon walked slowly, leading the group of people behind him to a park deep in the block.

This used to be a playground for children in the community, but now it is overgrown with weeds due to years of disrepair, and only the empty lampshades are left of the few street lamps.

Night fell like a vast black curtain, slowly enveloping the entire borough of Queens. The park was dimly lit, save for the faint lights from the distant streets, which cast dappled shadows among the trees.

The main dragon stopped in the middle of an open lawn.

"Rustle..." Several figures emerged from the bushes around him and surrounded him.

The leader was a sturdy man with a Mohawk hairstyle and a fierce look in his eyes.

This guy is Charlie, the small leader of the "White Eagle Gang".

Beside him, Brock was grinning with a smug look on his face, and there were three other equally ruffian-looking members of the White Eagle Gang, all holding baseball bats or iron pipes in their hands.

[+80 Willpower, derived from the malice and greed of Charlie, Brock, and others]

"Crack——!"

Before the Dragon Master could say anything, Charlie pulled out a black Glock pistol, loaded it, and pointed it at the Dragon Master. "Boy, you're quite a fighter! You beat Brock like a pig's head. But unfortunately, no matter how good your Kung Fu is, it can't be faster than a bullet."

"Hand over all the money your father left behind. Don't force me to do it."

Brock stood behind Charlie. Although his face was bruised and bandaged, he looked extremely proud. "Yellow monkey! Weren't you a very good fighter yesterday? Why aren't you so arrogant now?"

"You're dead! Hahahaha!"

The main dragon looked calm as he prepared to summon the lacewing monster that was hovering in the night sky to test the monster's combat power.

But just then...

"Don't even move!"

Tifa Grohart burst through the park entrance, her chest heaving violently, evidently from a frantic run. Her long, raven-black hair was a little disheveled and plastered to her sweat-soaked forehead, and her usually cheerful face was now stained with anxiety and anger.

What was even more surprising was that she was holding a silver Colt M1911 pistol tightly in her hand. The muzzle was a little unstable due to the slight trembling of her arm, but it was still pointed firmly at Charlie!

[+100 Wish Power, from Tifa's anger and worry]

"Tifa?" Brock's expression froze when he saw the girl suddenly appear. "Are you crazy? We are the White Eagle Gang! You are white too! Why are you helping this yellow monkey against us? Do you still want to live in this community?"

Tifa's knuckles turned white from the force of holding the gun. Her beautiful eyes were burning with rage, and her chest was heaving violently. The volcano that had been pent up for a long time finally erupted.

"Shut up! Brock! You loser!" Tifa's voice trembled. She stared at Charlie intently and roared word by word: "My father! He was a member of the Marine Corps. He bleed for this country in the artillery fire of Iraq and broke a leg! But when he retired, all his retirement benefits were robbed by the financial crisis! Our family had to move from a respectable neighborhood to this hellish place!"

Tears glistened in her eyes, and her voice grew increasingly shrill. "Later, he mixed up with you, the scum of the White Eagle Gang. Four years ago, he went to Capitol Hill and died there inexplicably!"

"My mother cried all day because of his death and eventually became addicted to those damn addictive drugs. A year ago, she also left me due to an overdose!"

[+200 Willpower, derived from Tifa's grief and despair]

"I curse this neighborhood! I curse you!" Tifa screamed at the top of her lungs, tears streaming down her cheeks. "I swear! I'm going to get out of this damn place! I'm going to get into the best university, get a full scholarship, be a decent person, and find a real job!"

"And this crappy high school can't teach me anything. The only one who can help me is the Lord Dragon!"

She pointed the gun at Charlie more firmly, her eyes full of determination at all costs: “And you bunch of scum want to destroy my only hope!”

When Tifa found that the always punctual Lord Dragon had not shown up, she knew something had happened. She chased him out of the school and saw the White Eagle Gang members who were following Lord Dragon.

The park is not far from her home. It seems that she went home to get the gun and then ran here.

"Let him go! Or I'll shoot!"

Tifa growled sharply.

"boom!"

A sudden gunshot pierced the night sky!

But it wasn't Tifa who fired the shot, nor was it Charlie who was being pointed at by her.

The bullet whistled and accurately hit the M1911 pistol in Tifa's hand!

"Clang!"

The huge impact knocked the pistol out of Tifa's hand and it fell on the grass a few meters away.

Tifa felt a numbness in her palm and her entire arm lost sensation. She looked at her empty hands in shock, her face pale.

A slightly thinner member of the White Eagle Gang walked out from the shadows on the other side of the park, holding a Glock pistol in his hand.

He whistled triumphantly.

[+70 Wish Power, from York's pride]

"It's a good thing you're late, York!" Charlie grinned, revealing his yellow teeth, and praised the new gang member. "I knew you were the best sharpshooter!"

York chuckled and turned the gun towards Tifa.

Tifa looked at the pistol that was shot away, then looked at Charlie who was pointing the gun at the main dragon again, and a deep despair surged in her heart.

Charlie grinned, his gaze roaming over Tifa's slender body like a venomous snake. "Girl, after we're done with this Asian guy, we'll treat you well. Of course, Brock will be included, too."

"Don't you want to leave this neighborhood? We'll get you pregnant and then have you marry Brock. You'll rot here for the rest of your life! Hahahaha!"

[+300 Willpower, derived from the lewdness, cruelty, and complacency of Charlie, Brock, and others]

[+150 Willpower, derived from Tifa's despair, humiliation, hatred, and determination! ]

"Wait! What the hell is Jue Jue!?"

The main dragon was shocked. He saw that despair in Tifa's eyes had been replaced by "madness". Next, this girl might fight with the people from the White Eagle Gang!

Tifa's father is the former Marun, so it's not surprising that he taught her some martial arts; maybe this girl has some special goods left by her father.

such as……

He saw that Tifa's hands were already reaching into her trouser pockets.

We must act immediately!

The Lord Dragon silently muttered in his heart...

"Lilong, kill everyone except that girl!"

In an instant...

"Om-!"

An indescribable aura of horror originating from ancient times swept across the entire park like an invisible tide!

The originally calm night sky suddenly became sticky, as if some indescribable huge existence was squeezing in from another dimension.

A strange, sweet smell, like humus and rusty metal, spread in the air.

The branches and leaves of the old trees in the park began to move without wind, making a strange rustling sound, as if they were trembling in fear.

Before the hideous smiles on Charlie and the White Eagle Gang's faces could fade away, they were replaced by a sudden, bone-deep chill.

They shuddered at the same time and subconsciously looked up at the sky.

A huge shadow that is difficult to describe in words silently covered the night sky above their heads. The edges of the shadow were irregular and seemed to be torn, like a curtain torn directly from the dark void.

Then, in that profound darkness, two points of crimson light shone, like the gaze of a demon from the depths of hell—cold, merciless, and filled with the pure hunger of a predator.

"Then...what the hell is that?!"

A member of the White Eagle Gang pointed at the sky with a trembling voice, and the color on his face instantly faded.

Before everyone could react, a huge shadow suddenly descended from the sky!

"Pfft!"

A teeth-grinding sound of flesh being pierced was heard!

The sharpshooter York, who had been so proud just now, now had a look of extreme fear on his face.

A hideous appendage, thicker than his thigh and covered with dark green chitinous carapace, pierced his chest like a spear of death falling from the sky, lifting him high into the air!

Blood gushed out of his mouth and wounds like a fountain, staining the grass beneath him red.

[+100 Willpower, derived from York's fear and pain of dying]

Then, the huge pair of camouflaged wings with a wingspan of eight meters fully unfolded, revealing the full appearance of the monster lacewing!

Charlie didn't even have time to scream before the lacewing's sharp "long proboscis" that was like a piercing-sucking mouthpart shot out like lightning and pierced his neck accurately!

"Uh...uh..." Charlie's hands grabbed at his neck in vain, blood gurgling from between his fingers. The vitality in his eyes quickly dissipated, and his body collapsed like a puddle of mud.

[+150 Willpower, derived from Charlie's fear of dying and despair]

“Ah ...

"Mothman! It's Mothman!"

The remaining members of the White Eagle Gang finally recovered from their extreme terror, let out shrill screams, and turned around to flee in different directions.

Their usual ferocity and cruelty seemed so ridiculous and powerless in front of this terrifying beast that crawled out of myths and legends.

[+300 Willpower, derived from the extreme fear and despair of the White Eagle Gang]

The speed and cruelty of the lacewings were far beyond their imagination.

The six thick limbs were like sharp sickles, and every swing brought about a bloody storm.

One of the gang members had just run a few steps when he was pinned to the ground by a giant claw that fell from the sky. The sharp claws easily tore his body apart.

Another gang member tried to hide behind a big tree, but was blown away by the giant dragonfly with its huge wings, and crashed into the distant wall, breaking all its bones.

The dragon master ignored the carnage behind him. He pulled up Tifa, who was still in shock and daze, and picked up the pistol on the ground and said in a deep voice, "Let's go!"

Tifa was pulled by him and woke up from her dream. She subconsciously followed the main dragon and ran out of the park.

At this time, the three members of the White Eagle Gang had turned into mutilated corpses on the ground.

Only Brock Stone remained.

He collapsed to the ground, his crotch was smelly and full of feces and urine.

He even grabbed the dirt on the ground and his own feces and smeared them on his body.

"No! Don't eat me! I...I stink!"

Unfortunately, it backfired.

The huge compound eyes of the lacewing monster flashed with a cold red light, and the strong stench on Brock's body seemed to stimulate it to become more "interested".

It let out a low, seemingly joyful hiss and extended its sharp mouthparts and limbs.

"No--!!"

Brock's desperate scream was cut off by the sound of a sharp object piercing his forehead!

[+200 Willpower, from Brock's fear of dying]

4. The United States is still a bit too urbanized

The main dragon grabbed Tifa's wrist and ran through the dark alley.

The two ran back to the car scrapyard in one breath and got into Zhulong's dilapidated RV. With a light "click", the car door was quickly locked.

The space inside the RV was small, and with the faint moonlight coming in through the window, they could see each other's rapidly heaving chests and beads of sweat on their foreheads.

"Just now...just now...what on earth was that thing?"

Tifa leaned against the cold metal wall of the car, breathing heavily, her long black hair sticking messily to her sweaty cheeks, her full chest heaving violently with her breathing, and her voice trembling uncontrollably from fear and running.