I put monsters and super powers in America

"He...he knew?! He knew I'd awakened my powers?! How is that possible?! No one knew about this except me! Even I didn't truly realize the existence of this power until I was in that interrogation room at the Department of Homeland Security!"

"No... Impossible... He must be just trying to trick me... Or maybe it's just a coincidence..."

But when he raised his head and met the Lord Dragon's eyes that were calm but seemed to be able to see through his soul, all his self-comfort collapsed in an instant.

"No… He's not trying to trick me. He really knows."

A bone-chilling chill, mixed with indescribable awe and fear, rushed from his tailbone to the top of his head!

He had always thought that the main dragon's power was simply "ability nullification."

But now it seems that he was wrong, so wrong!

This harmless-looking young Chinese man who always lazily leans on the sofa can not only neutralize other people's power, he can even... see through the essence of other people's power!

This is simply... the authority that only gods possess!

Lord Dragon, this atheist, is indeed the agent chosen by the "Lord".

He distributes power in the highest heaven, while the Lord Dragon supervises the "angels," "knights," and "holy beasts" of the Garden of Eden on earth, exercising the Lord's authority.

How humorous.

"But this is normal."

Atlas thought to himself, "The Lord's actions always carry a subtle hint of black humor. He chooses atheists as his 'agents,' as if to tell the common people that your faith is bullshit and your piety is worthless."

"Yearning is the emotion furthest from understanding; only by observing God with the cold indifference of an atheist, neither pious nor blasphemous, can one possibly glimpse the Lord's will."

"And this, no one in Anduriel can do."

Atlas took a deep breath.

"I understand."

All his hesitations and concerns vanished in the face of Lord Dragon's seemingly casual word of "trust," which actually contained endless profound meaning.

He turned around and pressed the red button on the emergency communicator, his voice returning to its usual calm and decisive tone.

"Notify the crew, prepare for takeoff. Destination, Tulsa, Oklahoma!"

……

However, just as everyone was about to board the helicopter, the real-time image of the Tulsa battlefield on the main screen made everyone's heart sink.

At this moment, Jamal Washington is obviously unable to bear it anymore.

"puff--"

Another "anti-transcendent bullet," gleaming with a faint blue light, grazed his shoulder and exploded! The violent energy shockwave instantly tore through the skin and muscle of his shoulder, leaving behind a hideous wound so deep that the bone was visible, still sizzling with smoke!

Jamal groaned in intense pain, staggering and nearly falling to the ground. He supported himself with one hand against the wall behind him, which had already been riddled with holes. He gasped for breath, a mixture of sweat and blood running down his dark cheeks and dripping onto his already tattered sneakers.

His body was already covered with bruises.

Wounds lacerated by grenade fragments, bloodstains from bullets, and torn muscles from overexerting himself through forceful exertion... countless pains, like maggots in his bones, gnawed furiously at his body and will. The gray hooded sweatshirt that had once fitted him was now a rag riddled with holes and blood, completely unable to cover his body.

Jamal's bone blade, once gleaming with a chilling cold light, was now scarred, its edges riddled with tiny gouges, its blade stained with dried blood and the dust of gunpowder. His body trembled slightly from exhaustion and pain, yet he remained resolute and firm, standing firm as a rock.

He raised his head, and his eyes, which had originally burned with the flames of revenge, now became a little dull due to excessive blood loss and physical exhaustion.

In front of him were twelve "Super Maruns" who still maintained a complete battle formation.

Although he had tried his best and succeeded in making half of the enemy members lose their combat effectiveness, eight of them were seriously injured and four were killed in battle.

But the remaining twelve "tin cans" were like a group of well-coordinated and tireless hounds. They used their precise firepower and impeccable tactics to trap him in this small "cage" made up of ruins.

"Fuck... move... move for me..."

"Damn it... Is this the end..."

His consciousness began to become blurred.

"Father...Grandfather...I'm sorry...I...I couldn't fulfill your last wish...I couldn't protect our home..."

"And... the mysterious master who gave me power... I'm sorry... I... I failed to live up to your grace..."

"Go to hell, nigger!"

Just when his consciousness was about to sink completely into darkness, a roar filled with malice and pleasure suddenly pulled him back to reality.

I saw a "Super Ma Run" taking advantage of the moment when he was distracted and suddenly rushed out from behind the cover, with the special carbine in his hand spewing flames!

"It's not...over yet..."

His vision had become blurry and double due to excessive blood loss.

But his eyes, burning with anger, were still fixed on the front, staring at the iron-gray figures that were approaching step by step, like the god of death.

He remembered the old pastor's instructions, the expectant eyes of the community, and the unyielding figure of his grandfather in the photo.

"I can't... fall here... Behind me is Greenwood, the last hope of all black brothers!"

His will squeezed out the last bit of strength from his body; with his scarred but still strong body, he pounced towards the enemy!

"Die! White skin!"

78 (Part 2). We extraordinary people run faster than anyone else

"Oh shit!"

The atmosphere on Anduriel's helicopter was as solemn as a prison cell where a death sentence was about to be executed.

The main dragon frowned and stared at the real-time images from Tulsa uploaded by the encrypted communication device in front of him.

"Hold!"

He cursed under his breath and punched the seat next to him hard, which startled Tifa and Jingxue beside him.

He was so heartbroken that he almost bled, and he didn't even care about the two girls' comfort and concern!

Just in the past few minutes, three more "Super Maruns" had their heads chopped off by the pair of sharp bone blades during close combat with Jamal!

"Damn it! Those were three living ATM machines that could endlessly provide me with willpower! And they're gone just like that?!"

Although the quality and quantity of the wishes provided by these "artificial transcendents" spawned by the federal government are far inferior to those of "naturally" awakened beings like Tifa and Luif, even the smallest amount is still meat! A little bit adds up to a considerable income!

Now, if one person dies, it means that he will lose a stable source of “rental” income in the future!

"This wave of losses is huge! And there is a high probability that the losses will continue..."

What made him even more worried was that Jamal's own condition had become extremely bad. His life was like a candle in the wind and could be extinguished at any time.

"Don't die, brother! If you die, how can I find another high-quality client who can provide me with 'reluctance' and 'anger' type willpower?!"

He was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan, and he wished he could install two rocket thrusters on the plane right now and airdrop directly to the battlefield.

But reason told him that it was too late.

It would take at least another hour to fly from here to Tulsa.

And Jamal Washington probably couldn't even last half an hour.

"How about we just use Deus Ex Machina to give that black guy a regeneration skill?"

"But if he does that, he'll use up all his Super Maruns, and I'll still lose a lot of my Willpower Generators. So, to balance things out, I have to give a Super Marun a skill?"

"What if I buff Ma Run too much? I'll have to go back and give Heige another one..."

"Okay, now it's more water, add noodles, more noodles, add water."

Just when he was at a loss, he suddenly saw Aaron.

"Yup!"

The main dragon yelled, startling everyone.

"Who says we have to take a plane?"

Just when everyone was at a loss, the Lord Dragon's voice sounded again, calmly without a trace of ripples.

He slowly stretched out his finger and pointed at Aaron and Jingxue beside him.

"Don't we have two ready-made 'supersonic mounts' here?"

"We?" Aaron and Jingxue were stunned for a moment, obviously not understanding what he meant.

"Aaron, your 'fire control' is more than just rolling fireballs and raining down meteors, right?" The Dragon Master looked at him like he was stupid. "Several times before, you've condensed and compressed the flames beneath your feet, then... ejected them. Just like Iron Man."

Aaron's eyes lit up instantly!

"Well, I've never done this over a long distance, but I can try!"

"As for you, Jingxue," the main dragon turned his gaze to the Sioux girl who was looking at him curiously with her clear eyes, and an encouraging smile appeared on his lips. "If you turned into a saber-toothed cat, with the strength and jumping ability of that giant beast, jumping from the top floor of this base, which is hundreds of meters high, would only be a warm-up. If you sprinted at full speed, you would definitely be faster than an airplane. And I believe that your physical strength will not be a problem!"

"So, Aaron, you're responsible for carrying Luif, the 'power bank.' Jingxue, you transform into a big cat and carry Tifa and me. We'll set off directly from here, full speed ahead!"

……

The afterglow of the setting sun dyed the clouds in the sky into a brilliant golden red, like God's overturned palette.

In this seemingly tranquil sky, two streaks of light, one red and one white, jumped down from a helicopter in an almost suicidal posture that completely violated all aviation regulations!

"call--!!!!"

Aaron Bushnell's figure was like a rocket flying backwards, his entire body wrapped in a layer of fiercely burning, almost plasma-like white flames!

He grasped the back collar of Louis's combat uniform tightly with both hands, and two long, comet-tail-like pillars of fire shot out from under his feet. The huge propulsion force carried the two of them, roaring towards the southwest at a speed faster than the speed of sound!

Louis, who was being dragged by him, did not have such a pleasant experience.

Aaron dragged him behind him like a torn sack, his face severely deformed by the high-speed airflow, his mouth opened uncontrollably, and he made an indistinct "woooo" sound full of pain and protest.

The high-temperature heat waves emitted from Aaron's feet made his head, which had just grown a few stubbles of hair, sizzle.

On the other side, the white stream of light is much more elegant.

The graceful white saber-toothed beast transformed by Jingxue stretched its body and adjusted its posture in the air like a top gymnast the moment it jumped out of the helicopter.

The main dragon and Tifa sat steadily on its broad back. The howling wind was blocked by an invisible barrier, and even their hair was not disturbed.

"Hey!"

After falling several hundred meters, Jingxue let out a clear roar, twisted her massive body, and landed precisely on the ground. Without even a moment's pause, she thrust her hind legs once more, and like a snow leopard leaping between the mountains, she ran towards the south!

She seemed to be having a lot of fun.

Four powerful "vigilantes" began their thousands of miles of rescue across the entire North American continent in the most incredible way.

"Tulsa, Greenwood... here we come."

Interstate 40, Arkansas, United States.

At 11 o'clock in the evening, Larry Hargreaves, who was driving an 18-wheel truck, was yawning and drinking a cup of cold black coffee in his thermos that was as bitter as Chinese medicine, trying to dispel the sleepiness that was coming like a tide.

A late-night talk show full of country flavor was playing on the radio in his old Kenworth truck. The two hosts were discussing last night's baseball game in their thick Southern accents.

"Damn weather! It's almost November, why is it still so fucking hot?" Larry cursed irritably and turned up the air conditioner.

At this moment, he seemed to catch a glimpse of something out of the corner of his eye.

A dazzling red light, like a meteor, was whistling from the sky behind his left at a speed that completely violated the common sense of aerodynamics!

"What...what is that?! A UFO?!"

Larry slammed on the brakes, and the huge truck made a screeching sound of tires scraping on the highway, almost losing control. He hurriedly parked the car in the emergency lane, and then stared at the red light in amazement, which flashed over his head at a speed beyond any aircraft he had ever seen in his life!

He could even clearly see that the fiery red light was actually... a human figure! A figure wrapped in flames, like an angel from Hell!

What made him feel even more incredible was that the "fire man" was dragging another figure with blue arcs of electricity wrapped around his body, who looked like he was screaming "woohoo" in his hand, as if he was dragging a torn sack!

"Oh my God... I must be dreaming..." Larry pinched his fat thigh hard. The severe pain told him that everything he saw was real.

However, before he could recover from the visual impact that was comparable to that of a science fiction movie, another white phantom, even larger and more primitive and wild, leaped across the wasteland next to his truck!

It was a terrifying beast, as sturdy as an African rhinoceros, covered in snow-white, soft fur, and dotted with elegant black markings like an ink painting! Every time its nimble limbs touched the ground, the earth trembled slightly. Its massive body streaked across the wasteland at a speed far exceeding that of a high-speed train, leaving behind a long, pale afterimage illuminated by the moonlight.

And on the broad back of the white giant beast, there were two figures sitting steadily!

One was wearing a wide black hood and had a mysterious figure; the other had a slim figure, with long black hair flying freely in the wind, like a Valkyrie in the dark night.

Larry Hargreaves stared blankly at the two streaks of light, one red, one white, one empty, one ground, heading southwest and rapidly disappearing at the end of the horizon. His mouth dropped open, and the thermos in his hand fell to the ground with a thud, spilling scalding coffee all over his pants, but he was completely oblivious.

Several minutes passed before he finally woke up from a dream and frantically took out his smartphone.

"Hey, Sally! You'll never guess what I just saw! Yeah! It was me! Larry! Listen! I saw God! And the devil! They were racing on the highway!"

And he was not the only witness.