I put monsters and super powers in America

The dragon master shook his head and said tremblingly, "I don't know."

Tifa took a deep breath, trying to calm her pounding heart, but then her face turned pale.

"My gun! My gun is gone!" she screamed, her voice tearful. "It's over... The police will find me! They'll find out the gun is registered to my father! I'll be labeled a murderer!"

Despair instantly seized her, draining the color from her pretty face. She couldn't even imagine how she would explain herself if the police found her because of the gun and the crime scene was so horrific.

The main dragon took out the silver Colt M1911 pistol from the inner pocket of his coat and handed it to Tifa.

Tifa was stunned at first, then a wave of surprise and fear washed over her. She snatched the pistol and hugged it tightly to her chest. Then, she took a step forward, stretched out her arms, and hugged the dragon.

The soft and elastic body pressed tightly against him, and the sweet scent of the girl mixed with the faint smell of sweat penetrated into the main dragon's nostrils.

The plump breasts pressed tightly against his chest through the thin fabric, and the touch was amazing.

[+80 Wish Power, from Tifa's gratitude, excitement, and peace of mind]

Just a few seconds later, Tifa seemed to realize her loss of composure, her cheeks suddenly turned red, and she quickly let go of her arms, took a small step back, lowered her head, and did not dare to look into the main dragon's eyes.

[+50 Wish Power, from Tifa's shyness]

"Thank you...thank you." Her voice was as thin as a mosquito.

The Dragon Master looked at her flushed cheeks and slightly disordered breathing, and said in a calm tone, "Let's pretend nothing happened tonight. Remember, this cannot be revealed to anyone, otherwise, we will all be in endless trouble, do you understand?"

Tifa nodded vigorously.

She knew the Dragon Lord was right. Any detail of tonight's events was enough to drag them into an abyss of no return. "I understand. I won't say a word." She carefully hid the pistol deep in her backpack, then looked up at the Dragon Lord with a look of dependence and trust in her eyes. "What about you? What...what are you going to do?"

"I'll take care of it." The Dragon Lord's voice was undeniably calm. "Go home now and act normal, just like usual. Go to school as usual tomorrow."

"Also," the main dragon lowered his head and looked at Tifa's trouser pocket, "Hide this dangerous thing and don't take it out."

Tifa bit her lower lip and finally nodded: "Okay. Then you...be careful."

She opened the car door, took one last look at the dragon, and her figure quickly disappeared into the car scrapyard shrouded in darkness.

After seeing Tifa off, the main dragon sat on the simple bed and began to sort out the harvest of the night.

【Wish Power: 1127】

The deaths of Charlie, York, and the other three White Eagle gang members seemed to have contributed only 100 to 150 points of willpower each, far less than the contributions from emotions such as fear, anger, and greed when they were alive.

Even the most miserable Brock only provided 200 points of wish power when he was finally sucked by the dragonfly.

"The power of vows is the emotions that arise from me. The generation and fermentation of emotions is a long process." The Lord Dragon pondered, "Death is equivalent to cutting off the process of emotional generation."

"In other words, if I want to harvest the power of wishes, I have to create more legends instead of killing people indiscriminately."

"It seems that I have to find a way to expand my influence."

"What's more, making things bigger and muddying the waters will benefit me."

Although the White Eagle Gang is a street gang that is not well-known, it is still a local force after all. Brock Stone, as the captain of the school's football team, is also a "public figure" of some importance.

With so many people dying in the park at once, and their deaths being so tragic, it's impossible for the police not to conduct a full investigation.

Never let this fire burn you.

The dragon master closed his eyes, his consciousness immersing in the connection with the lacewing. The enormous monster still lurked at the crime scene in the abandoned park, waiting like the most terrifying predator.

"Come out and move around for a while." The main dragon gave orders to Li Long.

After saying that, he looked at a book on his bedside table - "America Against America", and smiled like Pol Pot.

"The beautiful country is still not torn apart enough. It's still a little too urbanized."

"Om-!"

Responding to the master dragon's will, the lacewing monster hovering above the park flapped its wings, and its huge camouflage wings silently cut through the night sky and flew towards the brightly lit streets of Queens; the huge figure that seemed to come from ancient times cast a distorted shadow under the neon lights of the skyscrapers.

At the exit of the Roosevelt Avenue and 74th Street subway station, a ragged drunk was vomiting against the wall. He raised his head in a daze, trying to see if there was a patrolman coming to drive him away.

Then he saw it—an indescribably huge, ferocious moth-like shadow flew over the tall building above his head, and its scarlet compound eyes flashed in the night.

"Burp...Mothman?" The drunk man burped and rubbed his eyes; he thought, what he drank today was clearly wine, not some hallucinogenic drugs!

[+5 Wish Power, from the drunkard's surprise.]

On the 37th floor of One Queensboro Plaza, the lights in a small accounting firm were still brightly lit.

A young white-collar worker rubbed his sore eyes, raised his head from the pile of documents, and habitually looked out the window to relieve his fatigue.

At this moment, a huge wing covered with strange patterns flew past, almost brushing the glass curtain wall. The pair of blood-red compound eyes, comparable to searchlights, looked at him coldly for a moment.

"Plop." The coffee cup in the white-collar worker's hand fell to the carpet with a dull sound. He opened his mouth, but no sound came out, only silent shock.

[+20 Wishes, from the shock of an office worker working overtime.]

On the street, an online ride-hailing car that had just gotten off work was driving steadily.

The female driver yawned and prepared to finish her work for the day.

Suddenly, there was a dull thud from the roof, as if something heavy had fallen.

Then, a huge shadow was cast on the front windshield. Six hideous limbs with cold metallic light clung to the edge of the roof. A head like a devil's head slowly lowered, and its scarlet compound eyes looked at her in the car with interest.

"Ah--!!!" The sharp sound of brakes and the female driver's scream rang out at the same time.

[+20 Wishes, from the shock of the driver getting off work.]

……

The lacewings "cruised" recklessly in the night sky of Queens, leaving chaos and panic wherever they passed.

Various eyewitness reports poured into the police station's call center like snowflakes.

At the same time, the main dragon also obtained 600 vows.

Outside Zhulong's RV, shrill sirens sounded from far away and gradually approached. The alternating red and blue police lights shone through the gaps in the tattered curtains, illuminating the interior of the car with flickering light.

[+200 Wishes, shock from Queens police officers and detectives]

[+80 Wish Power, Shock from Sheriff Rocks]

"The police arrived quite quickly." The corner of Zhulong's mouth curled up slightly.

Meanwhile, at the crime scene in the abandoned park.

More than a dozen police cars surrounded the entrances and exits of the park, yellow cordons were set up, and the dazzling searchlights illuminated the entire park as bright as day.

A fat, thinning-haired middle-aged white man was standing next to Charlie's body, which had been drained of blood. With a serious expression, he carefully picked up a small piece of dark green carapace with golden patterns that had fallen off the body with his white-gloved fingers.

He is Rocks, the captain of the 110th Precinct in Queens, New York City Police Department.

Sheriff Locks has a pair of bloodshot eyes and a bulging beer belly.

He usually turned a blind eye to minor fights in the neighborhood and didn't bother to intervene as long as no one died.

But the scene before him was obviously far beyond the scope of any case he had handled before.

"Five bodies, Charlie Miller, the White Eagle Gang's small boss in this area, and four of his thugs, including that famous kid in school, Brock Stone." Sheriff Lockes put down the shell fragments and looked at the preliminary autopsy report handed over by his assistant, his brows frowned even tighter.

"Death Method One: York, his chest was pierced by some huge sharp object, killing him instantly. Death Method Two: Charlie, his throat was pierced. Death Methods Three and Four: The other two gang members had their bodies torn apart, their internal organs scattered all over the floor. Death Method Five: Brock... Oh my god, this guy was pierced through the top of his head by a sharp object and was sucked into a dried corpse!"

Sheriff Lockes paced back and forth on the bloody grass, carefully examining every detail of the scene. The air was filled with a strong smell of blood and a strange, humus-like odor.

In addition to the shocking corpses, there were also a lot of strange traces left at the scene: huge claw marks on the ground and horrifying scratches on the tree trunks.

These traces definitely don't seem to be caused by humans.

"What the hell...what kind of monster did this?" Sheriff Lockes wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and muttered to himself.

He had been handling cases for many years and had seen many murders of all kinds, but this was the first time he had encountered such a bizarre and cruel scene.

He knew that the complexity of this case and its potential social impact were far beyond the control of him as the chief of police station.

"Boss, the alarm center is about to explode! Citizens everywhere are calling the police to report seeing a huge flying monster! The descriptions are all similar, like a... giant moth or butterfly with blood-red eyes!" A young police officer ran over breathlessly to report.

Sheriff Locks took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down.

"Immediately organize all the on-site information and submit it to the city police in an encrypted format! At the same time," he paused, his tone heavy, "contact the FBI and have them send someone to take over this case. Just say that there may have been an 'unknown biological attack' in Queens."

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5. Feeding the Tyrannosaurus Rex and feeding the "criminals"

The next day at 499 High School, the air was filled with an even more restless atmosphere than usual.

In the hallways, classrooms, and even in the bathroom stalls, students gathered in groups of two or three, whispering excitedly, their faces a mixture of fear, shock, and morbid excitement. The horrific events in Queens last night were like a boulder dropped into a calm lake, stirring up a thousand ripples.

After the initial shock, the news of Brock Stone's death did not cause much sadness. After all, this guy was not very popular in school.

What really sparked the topic was the "Mothman" that appeared like an urban legend; the death of the school football captain became a bloody footnote in the "Mothman" legend.

The police officers of the 110th Precinct obviously failed to control their mouths. The news that "Mothman" went on a killing spree in the park and killed several members of the White Eagle Gang including Brock has spread like a virus in the community.

Not to mention, the giant lacewing that flew over Queens last night left countless witnesses, including some students from 499 High School.

These "lucky ones" have now become stars on campus, surrounded by a group of curious classmates; they vividly describe the horrific and spectacular scene, their words full of gratitude for surviving the disaster and the vanity of being noticed.

"That thing... that thing is at least as big as a bus! When it flaps its wings, the street lights start to shake!" A thin boy wearing thick glasses gestured with his hands, his face flushed with excitement.

"It has a pair of red eyes! Like searchlights! I was so scared that my legs went weak!" Another girl with exaggerated pink hair added in a shrill voice, causing exclamations from the surroundings.

The dragon master sat calmly in his seat, flipping through a thick physics textbook, as if the noise from the outside world had nothing to do with him.

But he could no longer suppress the smile on his face, because...

[+50 Wishes, from a heated discussion among 499 high school students.]

[+50 Wishes, from the heated discussion at the Bushville Building.]

……

This reminder sound will sound three or four times every hour or so.

In just one morning, he gained 400 points of wish power.

Just after ten o'clock in the morning, the noisy atmosphere was pushed to a new climax.

"Look! Someone uploaded the video to YouTube!" A usually taciturn black guy suddenly jumped up from his seat, holding up a somewhat worn laptop with a video playing on the screen.

The video quality is very poor, and the person shooting it is obviously in a state of extreme fear. The camera is shaking violently, but you can still clearly see a huge, moth-like black silhouette passing between the high-rise buildings. The pair of scarlet lights flashing in the darkness are full of ominous and weird atmosphere.

"Holy shit! It's real! There really is a Mothman!"

"Isn't this special effect too realistic?"

"You're such an idiot! So many people saw it, and you're still faking it!?"

The students gathered around immediately, with exclamations, questions, and excited screams coming one after another.

The comment section below the video was abuzz with comments in various languages, with dozens of comments being updated per second.

[+50 Wish Power, from shock, doubt, fear, and other emotions of those viewing the video.]

The master dragon observed all this silently, and gradually understood some of the rules of obtaining willpower.

The strong emotions directly caused by his actions provide the most abundant wish power.

For example, Tifa's anger and despair last night because the main dragon was in danger, or Brock and others' greed and murderous intent towards him.

However, emotions that are directly triggered by the actions of the main dragon, but are not known to be the subject of the behavior, provide less willpower - such as the emotions caused by Brock and the White Eagle Gang being chased by the dragonfly last night, or those white-collar workers who witnessed the dragonfly monster, and online taxi drivers who were off work, etc.

They were indeed frightened and even hunted by the lacewings, and experienced intense emotions such as fear and despair, but they did not know that this was related to the main dragon.

The vows provided by these people are relatively few.

Afterwards, as is the case now, the collective emotions generated by people through eyewitness accounts or watching videos, news, etc., will provide even lesser motivation.