I put monsters and super powers in America

"..."

The Minister of Defense felt that he was more wronged than Dou E.

"I...where the hell can I go to seek justice?!" The Defense Minister cried out in despair in his heart.

"It's you, you old fool! A few days ago, I don't know who it was, but he looked at the report I submitted about Super Marun's operations against drug traffickers in Central America and grinned like a pensioner! He kept praising me for my 'excellent work' and 'strategic vision,' saying that this not only struck a blow to our enemies, but also flexed our muscles to the world!"

"He even personally ordered me to edit the operation into a thrilling recruitment documentary to be played on loop during next week's Super Bowl halftime show! He even wanted to show it at the United Nations and the General Assembly!"

"Now, look what's going on. You're putting all the blame on me! Where the hell am I supposed to find people for you?! Didn't you send most of your elite troops to Mexico and Puerto Rico to become 'movie stars', just as you wanted?!"

But he would never dare to say these words.

He could only take a deep breath, swallow all the grievances and curses back into his stomach, then put on a sad expression of grief and self-blame, and answered in a deep voice with his acting skills comparable to that of an Oscar winner.

"This is my fault! I underestimated the unpredictability of supernatural events in this country! I failed to understand your wise instructions."

He first took on all the responsibilities without hesitation, completely clearing himself of any presidential responsibility; with an attitude of "I'll leave it to you," he appeased the angry lion in front of him.

"I have ordered all 'Super Marun' teams operating in Central America to immediately conclude their missions and return to the country within twelve hours, entering the highest level of combat readiness! At the same time, I have authorized the FBI and CIA to utilize all technical means to track the two fleeing Transcendents around the clock. Please rest assured, this time, we will definitely not let them escape!"

"Hmph, that's better!" The voice's anger subsided a little.

At this moment, a young staff member in charge of intelligence gathering carefully knocked on the door, stuck half of his head in, and spoke with a trembling voice.

"Also, regarding those two targets, there are...some latest developments."

"Say!"

"That... target codenamed 'Bone Blade,' we've preliminarily tracked down his last known location. Based on the wreckage of damaged police helicopters along the way and the accounts of witnesses, including the two pilots, he... seems to have gone to a black community called Greenwood in Tulsa, Oklahoma."

"As for the other target, codenamed 'Djinn,' he was last seen in a remote town in Arkansas. According to our informants within some local militia organizations... every resident of that town has flatly denied ever seeing him and even destroyed all surveillance footage. The local sheriff has also... refused to cooperate with our investigation."

"Many evangelical members of parliament have spoken out and expressed their support for Djinn."

When the aide spoke up to this point, his voice gradually became quieter and quieter, almost inaudible.

"So, not only can we not catch anyone, but we have to have a fucking 'negotiation' with a bunch of damn niggers and a bunch of stubborn rednecks?! Is that what you mean?!"

"Uh...yes. In theory...that's right."

"Especially in Texas, both evangelicals and local Texas supporters are your die-hard supporters. If you don't handle it well, your support rate will..."

"Get out!"

Another ashtray on the table unfortunately flew up.

The one with the highest authority is angry!

Some people who seem to be loyal to him actually jumped out to speak at this time. Isn't this just to gain political capital and put him, the big boss, in the fire?

"and many more!"

At this critical moment, the Defense Minister suddenly raised his head. Not only was there no fear on his face, but he showed a mysterious smile that was full of turning point.

"I have another good news to report to you about the extraordinary project." His voice was not loud, but it was like a shot of powerful sedative, freezing the anger in an instant.

"Just an hour ago, our highly anticipated heavy-duty super-project, code-named 'Titan,' finally completed its final commissioning and achieved a breakthrough. According to the original schedule, this afternoon is the time for you to personally review it."

Finally, the anger lingering in the office was gradually replaced by curiosity and anticipation.

"Really?"

"I hope you won't let me down again this time."

……

About an hour later, in New York State, Griffith Air Force Base, the place that was once ravaged by the Yabe Dragon monster.

On the surface, reconstruction work is proceeding in an orderly manner. But hundreds of meters beneath the surface, in a top-secret facility constructed of meters-thick lead plates and high-strength alloys, a completely different scene, full of futuristic technology, is presented.

Several people holding the highest power in the beautiful country were standing behind a huge reinforced glass observation platform that looked like an opera box, looking down with shocked expressions at the huge hangar below that was large enough to accommodate an entire destroyer.

In the center of the hangar, a huge bipedal robot, 15 meters tall and painted in the same desert camouflage as the M1A2 tank, stood there quietly.

Its form is imbued with a violent aesthetic, every detail crafted for slaughter. Its sturdy, anti-jointed legs, like the talons of a prehistoric bird of prey, firmly grip the ground. The armor on its chest and shoulders is exceptionally thick, punctuated by sharp, angular lines.

Behind it are four huge vector propulsion engines that are folded and gathered like insect elytra, with faint blue energy light flashing at the nozzles.

Its head is relatively small, fully armored, with only a single, red optical sensor slowly rotating, like the single eye of a sleeping beast. Its arms can be equipped with various modular weapon systems depending on the mission.

At this moment, its right arm is equipped with a 120mm caliber electromagnetic smoothbore cannon, and its left arm is a huge alloy tower shield that can deploy an energy shield.

Just standing there quietly, the pure, cold, oppressive feeling of a war machine it exudes is enough to make anyone who sees it for the first time feel suffocated.

"my God……"

"My God!"

Even the most knowledgeable politicians could only mutter to themselves absentmindedly at this moment.

Their eyes, which always showed a bit of shrewdness and calculation, were now filled with pure, undisguised shock and ecstasy, like a child seeing Transformers for the first time.

"Look," the Defense Minister's voice echoed in his ear, filled with just the right amount of pride and self-promotion. "This is the final product of our Titan project, the Warbed-01 prototype. It is, in the truest sense, the king of land warfare."

At this moment, the lights in the hangar suddenly dimmed, leaving only a spotlight shining on the huge mecha.

The cockpit cover on the mech's chest slowly opened upwards with a low hydraulic sound, revealing a thin figure wrapped in countless pipes and data interfaces.

He wore a tight, black, second-skin-like driving suit and a full-coverage helmet with a brain-computer interface. His body was frail from his previous injuries, and his limbs even bore extensive marks of mechanical prosthetics.

"Salute to you!"

The driver's voice came through the loudspeaker, with a hint of electronic synthesis hoarseness, but the tone was extremely firm.

"Who is this……"

"Major, Cole McGregor," the Secretary of Defense introduced him at the right moment. "He's the extraordinary pilot who bravely fought the giant scorpion monster in South Dakota last time, piloting that Walker prototype mecha. Although he was severely injured and his mecha was completely destroyed in that battle, his tenacious vitality and exceptionally high neural synchronization with his mecha allowed him to miraculously survive."

"After evaluation, we found that he is the only one among all the current 'Super Maruns' who can perfectly control this 'hotbed of war' and is a true ace!"

Cole McGregor said nothing more. He simply saluted the observation deck with a standard military salute. Then, the cockpit cover slowly closed.

The next second, the huge mecha moved.

"Buzz!!!!"

The four massive vector propulsion engines behind it instantly ignited, emitting a dazzling blue plasma tail! The massive fuselage rose from the ground in a powerful gust of air. The steel structure, weighing over ten tons, unexpectedly performed an incredibly light sideways drift within the hangar, completely defying the laws of inertia!

Then, at a speed almost like teleportation, it dovetailed and darted around the massive hangar! Sometimes it glided at high speed close to the ground, leaving long trails of sparks on the ground; sometimes it suddenly soared high, performing a beautiful cobra maneuver in the air; sometimes it came to an abrupt stop, its 120mm electromagnetic cannon instantly locking onto its target and simulating a firing!

The whole process was smooth and full of power and beauty. It was not so much like a mecha moving, but more like an agile, 15-meter-tall steel warrior practicing a set of deadly sword techniques!

Behind the observation deck, a complete silence had already fallen. Everyone was deeply shocked by the visually impactful scene, which rivaled Hollywood's top special effects.

After the performance, the Defense Minister's smile grew even more smug. Pointing to the massive mecha that slowly landed in the center of the hangar and struck a handsome pose, he continued, "More importantly, this 'War Breeder' is more than just a cold machine."

"Our research team made a groundbreaking discovery while analyzing tissue samples from the extraordinary giant fish codenamed 'Redfin Dragon'! We've seamlessly integrated its exceptionally tough and energy-conductive muscle fibers with our latest nanoalloy technology to create this 'bionic skin' that combines the strength of metal with the flexibility of living organisms!"

"This means that this mecha possesses rudimentary, biological-like self-repair capabilities! With just enough time and energy, ordinary combat damage will... heal on its own!"

"Furthermore, thanks to its extraordinary skin, it can perfectly hide its signal in the clutter of the atmosphere, land, and ocean! Just like that damn Leviathan!"

"That is to say, there is currently no radar that can detect its whereabouts!"

"What?!" Several bigwigs widened their eyes, and he felt like his heart was about to jump out of his throat.

It can fly, teleport, has powerful firepower, is perfectly invisible, and can even regenerate health?!

"The King of Land Warfare! This is the true, undisputed King of Land Warfare!"

"No...it can still fly? Right?"

"Then this is more than just the king of land warfare!"

"It's the king of vehicles! The king of weapons!"

"I saw it... I saw the future!"

"As long as we have it and display it publicly, the Eastern Power will definitely call us!"

76. The Founding of the Redneck Republic

A week had passed since the wonderful time after the war in Hawaii. The main dragon returned to New York and lived an "ordinary" high school life. Although he went to school with the two beauties Tifa and Jingxue every day, studied in the library together, and went home after school, his life was not particularly ordinary.

Now, every afternoon, Tifa and Jingxue would wait at the door of his class, and then escort him to the library to read books, one on each side.

The seating arrangement was also such that the two beauties were flanked on the left and right. Whenever Tifa asked a question, Jingxue would also ask a question. If the main dragon looked at Tifa for a second longer, Jingxue would flip through the book loudly to attract the main dragon to look at her as well.

I don’t know what these two beauties are doing in the library. Can they concentrate on reading?

Although it was a bit embarrassing, there were also advantages - the two extraordinary beauties almost became "will power cows", contributing hundreds of dollars to him every day!

As for the old lady who was the library administrator, she looked at the Lord Dragon with a bit more contempt. The power of will that the Lord Dragon gained from her was basically related to derogatory words such as "contempt".

He still went to class, but he basically didn't listen to what the teacher was saying.

499 High School, History Class.

On the podium, the old white male teacher with a sparse Mediterranean hairstyle was vigorously promoting the so-called "United States exceptionalism" with his hypnotic clichés, ignoring the tattooed and condom-swinging students.

The main dragon, who was sitting in the last row of the classroom by the window, was completely immersed in his own little world.

He supported his chin with one hand and slowly swiped the screen of the encrypted mobile phone under the desk with the other hand, with a faint, playful smile on his face, as if he was watching a monkey show.

On the screen, Fox News' flagship program, "The O'Reilly Time," is in full swing.

The background of the studio was designed to be an American country fireplace with a blazing fire, full of warmth and tradition, which formed a sharp contrast with the host O'Reilly's face, which was flushed with excitement.

"Ladies and gentlemen! I say it again! This is not some damn 'political deal'! This is a great 'return' full of holiness and glory!"

O'Reilly faced the camera, waving his arms and spitting, his face, usually a bit harsh and arrogant, now filled with a kind of pride and complacency that bordered on religious fanaticism.

"Our President, with such broad-mindedness and wisdom, embraced this lost lamb! He chose not to use the machinery of the state to forcibly suppress him, but instead used love and tolerance to influence this warrior chosen by God! He granted Van Buren County 'high autonomy', which proves that our great federation is a country that truly respects local traditions, community autonomy, and the beliefs of its people! This is the true 'American spirit'!"

"You can even blow this?"

Looking at O'Reilly's excited look on the screen, the main dragon almost vomited his overnight meal.

"They've taken a blatant act of political collusion, essentially selling national sovereignty to local governments, and they've touted it as a model of 'love and tolerance.' Are these media people made of vibranium? The kind that even Thanos's snap can't penetrate?"

On the screen, O'Reilly continued his "high speech".

"And our hero, the 'Saint' James Lincoln, repaid the President's trust with his actions! He chose not to become a 'vigilante' outside the law, but to take root in his community, using his God-given power to protect the most simple and kind-hearted American people who share his beliefs and values! What a noble sentiment! This is what a true patriot is!"

"Come on, stop bragging! If you keep on bragging, you'll fly up to the sky and be shoulder to shoulder with the sun."

Just as he was about to swipe away and change the channel to see if there was any more explosive news, a commercial suddenly appeared at the bottom of the screen.

The images in the advertisement are full of strong "redneck" aesthetics with a strong local flavor.

A muscular, bearded white man, wearing a T-shirt with James Lincoln's portrait full of "holy" glory, was standing in the endless cornfield, facing the sunset, and drinking a bottle of craft beer with the "Saint's Brew" trademark on it.

Then, a deep male voice full of magnetism and power rang out:

"Saint Beer—pure malt from a land blessed by God, blessed by the saints. Every sip is the taste of faith! Saint Beer will keep you away from the erosion of evil thoughts and help you find the true American spirit!"

At the end of the picture, there is a close-up of James Lincoln with an expression full of compassion, as well as a striking slogan: "Protect tradition, drink Saint Beer."

"puff--"

The main dragon really couldn't hold it in anymore this time, he almost couldn't breathe, and his whole body was shaking with laughter.

He clicked on the link below the news, and a beautifully designed shopping website with an evangelical style popped up.

The "Saint" series of peripheral products are dazzling and have everything you need.

T-shirts and baseball caps printed with James's portrait and various conservative slogans are priced at $29.99.

The cross amulet, which was "blessed" by James himself and is said to be able to "ward off evil and bring good luck", is sold in limited quantities, priced at $99.99 each, and comes with a printed autographed photo of James.

There's even a "Saint Brand" protein supplement that claims to "strengthen the body and enhance patriotism." The barrel is printed with a powerful photo of James transformed into a white giant.

These products, which are full of magical realism, are selling extremely well. There is a "Sold Out" label under almost every product.

"I don't know how good Lincoln, the 'saint,' is at fighting, but his ability to profit from corruption is absolutely top-notch. He's completely outclassed those vigilantes in Anduriel who rely on Atlas for their livelihoods. Now I have to work in a bookstore to earn some pocket money!"

The main dragon is breathtaking.

He knew that behind all this, there must be the instigation of the federal government and Republican politicians.

Being well-informed, he naturally had long learned about the secret negotiations full of political calculations that were taking place in the Van Buren County Community Church through Atlas' intelligence network.

Eventually, the federal government, following the example of the Sioux reservation, granted Van Buren County all autonomous powers except legislative and diplomatic powers. This area no longer paid taxes to the federal government, but had the right to use all taxes for its own use.

The Van Buren District immediately issued a "Code of Conduct Advocacy" called the "Purity Ordinance," which includes a ban on falling from platforms, the spread of any LGBT ideas, and the teaching of "bad ideas" such as gender identity, the responsibility of white people for racial oppression, and evolution in schools.

The local education board has even begun punishing teachers who refuse to enforce the "purity code."