I put monsters and super powers in America

"Damn it! Wanafree! Good-for-nothing!"

The main dragon was so angry that he started cursing.

This guy, all he does is eat and sleep, he's useless at the critical moment!

This won't work. I'm afraid I'll be killed by a group of herbivorous dinosaurs before the storm season comes.

As if sensing the Lord Dragon's anger, the system prompt appeared again:

[You can use your willpower to issue commands to your subordinate creatures. (100 willpower/time)]

[You can use your willpower to temporarily strengthen subordinate creatures (500 willpower/minute).]

[You can use your willpower to strengthen the Ginkgo Tree itself and increase its defense against physical impact (it is recommended to infuse 10K willpower at a time).]

If you choose to directly control a subordinate creature to fight, it will consume more willpower (1000 willpower/minute).

The main dragon glanced at the strange dragon that was still stubbornly hitting the tree, glanced at the remaining amount of his willpower, and gritted his teeth.

"Temporarily reinforce the Tyrannosaurus Rex cub! Order it, attack! Kill that beast!"

[Command confirmed. Consume 500 willpower to temporarily increase the Tyrannosaurus Rex Cub's strength by 50% and its speed by 50%. Consume 100 willpower to initiate the attack.]

Almost at the moment the order was given, the Tyrannosaurus Rex cub, which was originally a little hesitant, suddenly shook its body, and a terrifying murderous light burst out from its golden vertical pupils!

A tremendous force far beyond what a creature of its size could possess surged out of its body, and the tender yellow feathers covering its body stood upright, making it look as if it had grown a lot bigger.

"Gah——!"

A cry filled with violence came out of its mouth.

It's a far cry from the domineering roar of the Tyrannosaurus Rex in Jurassic Park, and more like the cry of a goose.

It suddenly exerted force with its hind legs, turned into a yellow lightning, and pounced on the strange dragon that was still working hard at an astonishing speed!

The Strange Dragon never expected that the timid Wanafree would suddenly become so ferocious. Caught off guard, the Tyrannosaurus Rex cub bit its thick neck!

The sharp teeth instantly pierced the relatively thin skin on the neck of the strange dragon and embedded deeply into the muscles.

"Ah--!" The strange dragon let out a painful wail and shook its head frantically, trying to shake off the little evildoer.

But at this moment, the Tyrannosaurus Rex cub, blessed by the master dragon's power of will, is much stronger and faster than it.

It bit the strange dragon's neck tightly, and no matter how it struggled, it refused to let go. At the same time, it used its strength advantage to push downwards!

"Boom!"

The strange dragon was pinned to the ground.

"Crack!"

With a heart-pounding sound of bone breaking, the Tyrannosaurus Rex cub exerted force suddenly and broke the neck vertebra of the strange dragon!

The strange dragon's body fell heavily to the ground, twitched a few times, and then there was no sound.

Bright red blood gushed out from its broken neck, staining the surrounding grass red.

The Tyrannosaurus Rex cub opened its mouth, gasping for breath, and looked at the prey at its feet that was more than a circle larger than itself. Its golden vertical pupils flashed with a hint of excitement and brutality of tasting victory for the first time.

Then, it bent down without hesitation and began to enjoy this hard-earned "takeout meal".

[Your subordinate creature, the Tyrannosaurus Rex Cub, successfully hunted the Strange Dragon and gained a small amount of growth.]

[The blood of the strange dragon permeates the land, and the roots of the ginkgo trees absorb nutrients, improving overall fertility and increasing growth by +10.]

The main dragon felt a pang of pain as he looked at the 600 points of willpower (500 for temporary enhancement and 100 for attack commands) that evaporated instantly from his willpower panel.

However, the system prompt that followed finally made him feel a little more balanced.

An interface similar to game attributes unfolded in the master dragon's consciousness:

【Gaia Ginkgo Tree (Seedling Stage)】

[Growth: 60/1000 (Next stage: Small tree stage)]

[Current number of creatures that can be protected: 1/2]

As the growth rate increased, the main dragon clearly felt that the trunk of the ginkgo tree he had transformed into seemed to have become a little thicker, and the crown of the tree was more lush. The underground roots also extended outward a lot, and the range of perception also expanded slightly.

Just as the Tyrannosaurus Rex cub was feasting and the main dinosaur was silently calculating the input-output ratio, a creature only the size of a palm, with slippery skin all over its body and a long tail, was attracted by the smell of blood and slowly crawled out from the grass not far away.

The main dragon's attention was immediately drawn to it.

This is a salamander.

However, when the system prompt appeared, the main dragon's eyes lit up instantly.

"Salamander!"

Salamanders are not rare in modern times and are common in the pet market.

But don't think they're weak just because they're common - they're the only vertebrates that can regenerate their brains; they can also fully regenerate their limbs, hearts, and even spinal cords.

[Detected creature "Salamander", possesses the innate skill: "Regeneration".]

[Copying the skill 'Regeneration' consumes 5000 willpower.]

【Copy? 】

The master dragon said without hesitation: "Copy!"

If humans were given this incredible ability, wouldn’t it be almost like “immortality”?

[5000 points of willpower consumed, 7096 points of willpower remaining. Skill 'Regeneration' has been copied.]

After the copying was completed, the main dragon suddenly discovered that the skill bar of the 'Salamander' did not turn gray, and was still highlighted and available for copying; he then turned his attention to the Tyrannosaurus Rex cub, and sure enough, the "Agility" skill did not turn gray either, and was still available for copying.

"System, can the skills of the same creature be copied repeatedly?"

[Yes, host. As long as you have sufficient willpower, you can copy the same skill of the same creature multiple times. The copied skills can be repeatedly bestowed upon yourself to strengthen your abilities, or they can be bestowed upon others in the real world.]

This answer cheered up the main dragon.

He immediately consumed 5000 willpower and 2000 willpower respectively, and copied the salamander's [Regeneration] and the Tyrannosaurus Rex cub's [Agility] again.

After doing all this, he exited Gaia's dream contentedly, and his consciousness returned to the narrow RV.

The familiar system prompt sounded again:

Due to high-dimensional dimensionality reduction, the skill 'Regeneration' has been upgraded to 'Rapid Healing': Your body possesses powerful self-repair capabilities, capable of rapidly healing most physical injuries and removing harmful substances from the body. This ability can also be used to heal others, but the effectiveness will be reduced.

[Due to the dimensionality reduction of high-dimensional power, the skill 'Agility' has been upgraded to 'Tyrant's Shadow': Your speed, strength, and reaction will be greatly improved, like the figure of an ancient tyrant descending.]

Without hesitation, the Dragon Lord bestowed upon himself a [Quick Healing] spell. A warm and comfortable energy instantly flowed through his body. He could clearly feel some miraculous and positive changes taking place within him, as if every cell was brimming with vitality.

Now, he also has a copy of [Quick Healing] and a copy of [Tyrant's Shadow] in his hand.

He has already thought of the owners of these two skills.

But just then...

[+100 Wish Power, from the panic and murderous intent of Tim, the leader of the White Eagle Gang]

8. Why don’t you look for your own problems?

White Eagle Bar, Roosevelt Avenue, Queens.

This is one of the strongholds of the White Eagle Gang. In the office behind the bar, the thick cigar smoke mixed with the smell of cheap whiskey makes it almost impossible to open your eyes.

"boom!"

A crystal ashtray was smashed hard onto the hard mahogany desk, sending shattered glass shards flying everywhere.

Tim Rollins, the current leader of the White Eagle Gang, is a burly, rugged-looking middle-aged white man who paces back and forth in the smoke-filled room like a trapped beast.

His leather jacket with a roaring eagle pattern on it was open, revealing his chest that was heaving violently with anger, and a hideous scar on the side of his neck twitched with his breathing.

"Damn prosecutor! Democrat Sanoff bitch!" Tim cursed, his voice hoarse and angry. "Fuck it! It was clearly us White Eagles who lost people because of Mothman, we are the victims! Now those plague gods are using this shit to investigate us White Eagles?"

"These sanctimonious bastards!"

He grabbed the half-full bottle of whiskey on the table and took a big gulp directly from the bottle. The spicy liquid dripped down his thick beard.

Originally, as the victimized party, both the police and the judicial authorities should have been more conciliatory towards the "White Eagle Gang".

However, the New York local prosecutors used this as an excuse to investigate the White Eagle Gang behind Brock, Charlie and others who were killed by the "Mothman".

The reason for the investigation is simple - the prosecutors are all Democrats.

Even though the Republican populists won a seemingly overwhelming victory in the presidential election, the Democrats have recently continued to make steady gains in the grassroots legal system, quietly taking over a large number of local prosecutors and judgeships.

The White Eagle Gang, as loyal supporters of the Republican populists in Queens, naturally bore the brunt of the attack and became the "thorn in the side" of these Democratic prosecutors.

This "Mothman incident" undoubtedly provided them with an excellent excuse.

"Why doesn't Mothman kill others, but only your White Eagle Gang? Why don't you look for your own problems?"

"What? You don't want to find your own problems? No problem, we'll help you find them!"

Just now, Stam, the Republican Senate candidate who has deep ties with the White Eagle Gang, called him and said that now is the critical period of his senator campaign and he wants to temporarily cut off ties with the White Eagle Gang. If he doesn't want to be completely abandoned by the White Eagle Gang to save himself, he must quickly eliminate all hidden dangers at all costs!

In the eyes of this politician, although the White Eagle Gang is useful and of great help to him, it is a bit too dirty.

These white supremacists harvest organs from dead illegal immigrants and sell them on the black market. They use the name of employment agencies to force undocumented but attractive female illegal immigrants into prostitution. They also force illegal immigrants to sell blood at blood stations, after which they receive an 80% commission.

These nasty things were enough to send most of the White Eagle Gang to jail for life! They were also enough to completely ruin Stam's political career!

Tim was thinking quickly, and suddenly, the two already blurry figures became clear in front of him.

"That yellow-skinned guy who was silenced! Damn it, he used to be some crappy economics professor at the University of Tokyo. He was actually pretty damn good at math, so we asked him to do our math a few times!" Tim gritted his teeth. "That old guy must know a lot of inside information! That's why he was silenced! But who knows if he said anything to that inferior brat of his!"

"And that little bitch Tifa Grohart! Her dad used to be a core member of our White Eagle Gang, but then he got so mad he had to leave the gang!"

"Although he wasn't involved in the gang's shady dealings, he was most likely aware of them! Even though we silenced him using the Capitol Hill incident, who knows if he left behind any diaries, account books, or anything like that before he died? What if that little girl found them..."

Fear coiled around his heart like a poisonous snake.

The prosecutor's investigation is like the sword of Damocles hanging over his head. If those two brats reveal some shocking information... Tim can't imagine the consequences.

"We can't wait any longer!" A fierce gleam flashed in his eyes, and he slammed the bottle in his hand to the ground, making a sharp cracking sound. "We must cut the grass at its roots! Those two brats... don't they always hang out together? Great, this saves me a lot of trouble!"

Tim picked up his phone and dialed a number.

"Find the most capable ones and keep a close eye on those two little bastards," Tim growled, his voice as cold as a wolf's. "Find an opportunity and do it cleanly!"

----

At the same time, in a heavily guarded air force base hundreds of kilometers away from New York City, a top-secret research is being carried out intensively in a sterile laboratory.

Behind the huge reinforced glass observation window, the remains of the lacewing monster lay quietly on the cold stainless steel dissection table.

Even though it is dead, its hideous appearance still exudes a heart-pounding sense of oppression.

The main dragon did not reclaim the body of the lacewing monster. Instead, by keeping it, he could gain more willpower.

So, several scientific researchers wearing white sterile protective suits, masks and goggles were carefully operating various precision instruments to extract samples from under the monster's charred and damaged shell.

"Incredible... a truly perfect creature!" An elderly professor with graying hair and gold-rimmed glasses observed the cellular structure of the lacewing through a microscope, his tone filled with wonder and enthusiasm. "Its muscle fibers are dozens of times stronger than any known creature on Earth, and its neural structure is astonishing! The material of its exoskeleton... we can't even fully decipher its composition, but its toughness far exceeds that of Kevlar!"

Another young female researcher held up a test tube containing a small amount of a viscous liquid extracted from the monster's body, resembling molten gold. "Professor, we've isolated this unknown bioactive substance from it. Preliminary analysis shows it contains an extremely large amount of energy."

In the isolation laboratory, an adult husky fixed to a restraint rack let out a low, uneasy growl.

"Prepare for the active substance injection experiment, the dosage is 0.5 ml." The old professor issued the order through the internal communication system.

The robotic arm moved slowly and accurately inserted the syringe filled with golden liquid into the Husky's hind leg muscles.

“Woof—Awooo!!!”

The Husky let out a shrill scream, and then its body began to twitch violently. Its eyes turned blood red, and its muscles swelled at a speed visible to the naked eye. Its originally silly and cute face revealed a beast-like ferocity.

"Crack! Click!"

It actually broke through the alloy shackles that bound its limbs!

"Roar!!!" The freed Husky let out a deafening roar, suddenly jumped up, and jumped nearly three meters high, biting the surveillance camera hanging on the top of the laboratory. The hard metal shell shattered like a biscuit under its instantly increased bite force.

However, just as the researchers were exclaiming in amazement at this astonishing burst of power, the Husky's movements came to an abrupt halt. Its body froze in mid-air, then fell heavily to the ground, twitching a few times before it completely died.

"Life signs disappeared... the subject died." A researcher in charge of monitoring the data reported with a hint of regret.

"It seems that not every creature can withstand this kind of power." The old professor pushed his glasses, his eyes flashing with thought. "We need to find... 'qualified ones.'"

At this moment, in an office in the Pentagon, the Secretary of Defense, who watched the entire experimental process through a high-definition video conferencing system, was extremely excited. The internet celebrity's face, which looked a little stiff due to excessive injection of botulinum toxin, revealed an irrepressible ecstasy.

"Great! It's a gift from God! God bless the United States!" The defense minister, who rose to power by inciting populist sentiments on social media, excitedly slammed the table.

To be honest, although the new defense minister came to power by flattery and populism, and has little military experience, he seems to know nothing about military affairs and is extremely unprofessional, but he really wants to do something.