America: The Cremator

Chapter 166 Hannah's Special Dinner! [Happy April Fool's Day!]

The two pushed a shopping cart together, weaving through the convenience store shelves and constantly tossing in various ingredients.

Only after filling the cart halfway did the two push it to the cashier to pay, then return to the car carrying the heavy plastic bags.

After putting the purchased food in the back seat, Hannah started the car again and sped south along the road towards Dunlap.

Half an hour later, the two returned to Hannah's house. After parking the car, Hannah went to open the door first, while Suron followed her into the house carrying large and small bags.

As soon as she entered, Hannah breathed a sigh of relief, then eagerly took off her coat and threw it into the laundry basket next to her.

Then, she raised her arms and stretched vigorously. Her tight-fitting turtleneck sweater outlined her impressive bust, and the hem of the sweater rolled up slightly with the movement, revealing a small section of her fair and flat abdomen.

After letting out a long sigh of relief, Hannah picked up the laundry basket and headed towards the bathroom.

As she passed by Su Long, she whispered, "You rest for a while. I'm going to take a shower first. You can shower after I'm done. As for the pizza—we'll make it after I shower."

Su Long nodded and placed the bag in the kitchen: "Go ahead."

The bathroom door was closed, and soon after, the sound of running water could be heard from inside.

Hannah's bathroom has a unique location, with a frosted glass framed door facing the living room. This design increases the amount of natural light in the room and creates a unique atmosphere.

Especially now, through the frosted glass, although the specific details are not visible, Hannah's graceful curves are clearly outlined by the bright lights in the bathroom.

Su Long admired the artistic scene for a few seconds, then threw himself heavily into the soft, large fabric sofa, closed his eyes, and let his consciousness sink into the system space deep in his mind.

He stared at the 1 Soul Crystal displayed on the resource bar, pondering which three-star attribute he should upgrade.

【Flesh and Blood Dominator☆☆☆】, 【Lucas's Contract☆☆☆】, 【Flame Fist and Flame Bullet☆☆☆】, 【American Dream☆☆☆】, 【Intelligence Master☆☆☆】.

Su Long scanned through his five three-star entries, feeling somewhat conflicted.

Mithril is a precious resource, and any attribute that can be upgraded to three stars by consuming Mithril is almost invincible in terms of effect and function.

Unfortunately, there is only one Soul Crystal, and its cost and scarcity far exceed those of Mithril Coins, so this upgrade must be approached with extreme caution.

He needs to select from these entries one that is extremely helpful in combat, has comprehensive support functions, and is used very frequently.

After much deliberation, Su Long finally decided to upgrade [Flesh and Blood Overlord].

Whether it's increasing physical strength, strengthening the body's surface defenses, controlling muscle bleeding, or accelerating self-healing, each function of this entry raises its minimum standard. In fact, since its acquisition, it has participated in every high-intensity battle it has fought.

There is nothing that better meets the upgrade criteria.

"It's you." Su Long decisively consumed 50 experience points and his only Soul Crystal to upgrade [Flesh and Blood Overlord] to four stars.

【Flesh and Blood Dominator☆☆☆☆】

Category: Blessing.

Description: The host can actively amplify their physical strength, power, and self-healing speed, and actively control their muscles, nerves, and blood. The heart is the host's only weakness; all amplification effects are further enhanced when the heart is intact. The heart can move within a small area of ​​the chest (range 5cm).

Review: My heart was in my throat!

After the entry was updated, Su Long breathed a long sigh of relief. Just as he was about to check the news on his phone, the sound of water behind the frosted glass door suddenly stopped.

A few minutes later, the bathroom door was pushed open, and Hannah emerged wrapped in a large white towel, accompanied by a puff of warm white steam.

Her short, black hair clung wetly to her cheeks, and a few drops of water slid down her delicate collarbone, disappearing quietly into the edge of the bath towel.

She glanced at Su Long, who was leaning against the sofa, her eyes darting to the side uncomfortably. She gripped the edge of the towel around her neck with one hand, quickened her pace, went upstairs, and closed the bedroom door behind her.

Su Long picked up the prepared change of clothes and pushed open the door to enter the bathroom.

The small space was still filled with a strong sense of warmth and humidity, the mirror was covered with a thick layer of water mist, and the air was filled with a fresh scent of sea salt and citrus shower gel.

Su Long took off his clothes, which were covered in dust and smelled of gunpowder, and casually threw them into the laundry basket in the corner. He then turned on the shower.

Hot water of just the right temperature poured down, and he closed his eyes, letting the water wash away all the fatigue and grime that had accumulated over the past few days.

From the moment he arrived on Little St. James Island until he left, he had no time to rest. The intense, non-stop fighting had almost drained him of every last bit of energy.

At this moment, under the washing of hot water, he stretched his muscles to his heart's content, and even actively adjusted his nerve endings to block out those slight sorenesses, allowing his whole body to receive sufficient relief.

Ten minutes later, Su Long turned off the shower, grabbed a dry towel from the side to dry his body, put on a pair of loose dark gray pajama pants, and pushed open the bathroom door with his upper body bare.

The warm-toned ceiling light in the living room was already on, and the television was playing a boring late-night talk show on silent.

As Su Long dried his hair with a towel, he glanced around and soon heard some faint noises coming from the direction of the kitchen.

He draped a towel around his neck, walked barefoot on the solid wood floor, and silently made his way to the kitchen.

He wanted to check on how the pizzas were going and ask if he needed any help, but when he reached the kitchen door and saw what was inside, he suddenly stopped in his tracks.

In the spacious open kitchen, Hannah stood with her back to him in front of the refrigerator, placing the groceries she had bought inside one by one. And she was wearing that daring, visually striking nun's robe.

The large expanse of black fabric clung tightly to her body curves, making her already enviable waist-to-hip ratio even more alluring.

The back design is even more exaggerated, with the entire back almost completely hollowed out, secured only by a few thin black straps crossing each other, exposing large areas of delicate skin to the bright kitchen lights.

With each movement, her shoulder blades undulated slightly, exuding a fatal attraction.

The skirt even features extremely high slits on both sides, and her long legs are clad in pure white stockings with lace trim. The strong contrast between black and white creates a powerful visual impact.

She wore a small nun's headscarf, but because her hair wasn't completely dry, a few strands of black, damp hair fell from the edge of the headscarf and clung to her fair neck.

Su Long swallowed hard, feeling even hungrier.

Seemingly noticing the noise behind her, Hannah turned around.

When she saw Su Long, shirtless and leaning against the door frame, her body stiffened noticeably. Her gaze lingered on Su Long's muscular chest and well-defined abs for half a second before quickly looking away.

Surong looked at her quietly, his deep gaze sweeping down from the nun's headscarf on her head, across the breathtaking curves, and finally settling on her anxiously clasped hands.

Hannah became increasingly uncomfortable under his gaze, lowered her head to avoid Su Long's eyes, and whispered in a voice barely audible, "Are you done washing—"

"Hmm," Su Long responded, casually tossing the towel around his neck onto a nearby dining chair before walking into the kitchen.

He arrived at the island platform, his tall figure instantly casting Hannah's shadow over him, the two of them almost touching.

Su Long could even smell the same sea salt and citrus scent on her as he did, mixed with her unique body fragrance, which quickly fermented in the small space.

Hannah took half a step back, her lower back hitting the cold marble countertop, leaving her with nowhere to retreat.

She gripped the edge of the marble behind her tightly with both hands, her gaze fixed on a single drop of water below Su Long's collarbone.

"The pizza—it'll be a little while." Hannah's voice trembled slightly as she tried to break the heart-pounding atmosphere: "I'm preparing the pizza dough."

Suron braced himself against the edge of the island counter, trapping her in his arms. He looked down at Hannah, a hint of mockery in his voice: "Is this outfit—also an essential step in making pizza?"

Hannah bit her lower lip hard, took a deep breath, and then suddenly raised her head to meet Su Long's gaze: "This dress—is part of the dinner I prepared for you."

Looking into her sparkling eyes and feeling her warm breath so close to his, Su Long's powerful heart, fueled by his four-star [Flesh and Blood Dominator] status, skipped a beat.

Surong stepped forward, looking into Hannah's eyes: "Let's do it together."

A damp cloth covered the round dough. Hannah reached out and lifted it, revealing a white, round lump.

Su Long gently placed his palm on the dough.

It feels wonderful to the touch, with a slightly cool surface. When you press your finger lightly on it, it immediately leaves several deep fingerprints.

Hannah leaned close, her warm breath brushing against Suron's shoulder, and whispered, "You've never made pizza before, have you?"

Sulong definitely didn't do it.

He had countless experiences with fighting and killing, but faced with this blank white dough, he didn't know where to begin.

Hannah placed her fingers on the back of Suron's hand, guiding him to apply force, while gently instructing him: "Kneading dough requires skill; you need to feel its elasticity."

As Su Long listened to Hannah's instructions, he nodded unconsciously.

He had previously watched many chefs teach how to knead dough, how much water, how much flour, how to rotate it, and how to control the dough —

But perhaps it was his innate talent that was at play, because once he actually got the hang of it, he discovered that there was only one way to knead the dough.

He began to exert a little force, but the dough seemed to breathe; no matter how hard he pressed or kneaded it, his hands received only gentle and delicate feedback.

The dough clung tightly to Su Long's palm, constantly changing shape with his movements. Its amazing resilience absorbed all his power and then gently pushed it back.

Hannah stood to the side, watching the muscles in Sulong's arms tense as he exerted himself, her bare toes curling nervously on the floor.

She then squatted down and took out the ingredients from the freezer to prepare the pizza toppings.

She tore open the plastic wrapping of the mozzarella cheese, melted it, and the cheese immediately softened, oozing out some cream and whey. She gently touched it with her index finger, and it immediately stretched into a watery thread in the air.

Hannah took a small bite before reluctantly preparing the other ingredients.

Once she had prepared the pizza toppings and Suron had kneaded the dough, Hannah took a brush and evenly spread the egg wash and tomato sauce on the pizza.

Su Long then garnished the hot dog slices, shredded cheese, and other toppings on top of her from behind.

After the two of them finished making the pizza, they carefully placed it into the already warm oven.

The two stood in front of the oven, watching the changes inside through the transparent glass door.

Perhaps because they were too close to the oven, waves of heat blew over them, and Hannah instinctively leaned against Suron, her shoulder pressed tightly against his arm.

Inside the oven, the high temperature caused the crust to expand rapidly, baking the edges into a golden brown crust, while the thick layer of cheese on top began to melt slowly.

At first, only the edges of the cheese softened and collapsed. Then, the entire cheese layer began to churn violently, like ignited lava.

The rich, pale yellow creamy oil boils at high temperatures, producing bubbles that then burst quickly.

"Isn't the temperature too high?" Hannah asked.

Su Long stared intently at the cheese tumbling in the oven, his eyes deep: "Not too high, just right."

The reaction in the oven became more and more intense, and the mozzarella cheese completely melted into a liquid. As the bottom crust expanded, the accumulated juices could no longer be contained.

A generous amount of rich cheese gushed from the edge of the pizza, dripping wildly through the gaps in the baking pan. The long, stringy cheese, baked at high temperatures, released an intense aroma that filled every corner of the kitchen.

"bite""

The oven timer made a crisp sound.

Surong settled Hannah on the bar stool next to him, then put his oven mitts back on and opened the oven door.

The scalding heat wafted over, and the pizza was baked to perfection.

The edges are crispy, the filling in the middle is juicy, and the top of the tart is a thick layer of melted cheese that stretches.

Suron used a pizza cutter to slice the pizza, picked up a slice and handed it to Hannah, then picked up a slice for himself.

He was indeed extremely hungry.

After a whole night of intense fighting, his physical strength was greatly depleted.

Su Long tore into the cheese, the hot cheese and rich gravy bursting in his mouth.

He ate extremely fast, wolfing down his food, completely ignoring the fact that it was too hot to eat.

Hannah couldn't help but laugh at his expression. Her blush hadn't completely faded as she whispered, "My goodness, Sue, slow down, don't choke."

Suron swallowed the food in his mouth and looked at Hannah.

That night, in this kitchen, they accomplished an absolutely magnificent cooking feat.

He walked into the enchanting night, weary and bearing the embers of slaughter, and she gave him a hearty welcome.

"Excellent craftsmanship, Hannah," Suron praised sincerely.

Hannah avoided his gaze and gave a vague reply.

The next morning, the electronic alarm clock on the bedside table emitted a monotonous electronic ticking sound.

Sulong opened his eyes, reached out and turned off the alarm clock, threw off the covers and got out of bed, stretched comfortably, and looked at Hannah who was still sleeping in.

She was sleeping soundly, breathing evenly, with a deep sense of fatigue in the corners of her eyes, curled up against the wall.

After all, the two of them cooked a variety of dishes last night.

The effect of the "Flesh and Blood Dominator" entry was indeed extraordinary, directly resulting in Hannah not being able to sleep well to this day.

Su Long picked up his phone, and several messages from Elena popped up on the screen.

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"Are you with Hannah?"

"Ting Mo, your assessment is complete. Let's discuss the joint investigation. Come find me at the headquarters of the Bureau of Mysterious Support."

After reading the message, Su Long typed a reply quickly: "Okay, I'll be right there."

After getting dressed and leaving the bedroom, Su Long went downstairs and made two simple breakfasts. He then left a note for Hannah under the remaining breakfast, grabbed the Cadillac keys, and went out.

Due to the influence of the California Current and the Jeep Territory, Seattle is always shrouded in a hazy fog in the early morning.

With one hand on the steering wheel, Su Long smoothly navigated the slightly congested morning rush hour traffic.

The car radio was playing a boring morning news program, with the host reporting on a politician's new scandal in an exaggerated tone.

Su Long turned the volume down casually, his thoughts drifting back to a few hours earlier.

Last night, when I got back to the car after buying pizza ingredients from the convenience store, Hannah, sitting in the passenger seat, told me that we would be home in twenty minutes.

At that time, he had no idea that the subsequent "pizza making" would turn into a high-intensity physical battle that lasted all night.

Fortunately, the terrifying regenerative power brought by the four-star [Flesh and Blood Overlord] kept his muscles and nerves at their peak. Even though he had been working until dawn, Su Long still felt refreshed.

The red light at the intersection ahead turned on, and Su Long stepped on the brakes.

He looked into his own eyes in the rearview mirror; they were deep, calm, and subtly revealed a restrained sharpness.

After returning from Little St. James Island, his mindset underwent a tremendous transformation.

He almost burned the A-rank demon's true form to ashes in the furnace. Although he also relied on Hedley's domain power and the holy relics of his other companions, it was enough to prove that his abilities had increased.

There are fewer and fewer things in this world that can frighten him.

The green light came on, and the Cadillac Escalade emitted a deep roar as it continued driving forward.

Twenty minutes later, the vehicle turned onto a relatively quiet street and finally stopped in front of the Federal Building annex.

This is the Seattle headquarters of the Bureau of Odds and Ends.

From the outside, it is just an ordinary gray cement building with no conspicuous signs.

Su Long drove his car into the underground parking lot, found a spot near the wall, got out of the car, and headed straight for the elevator in the corner.

The stainless steel panels inside the elevator car were covered with tiny scratches, and the elevator shook slightly when it was in operation.

With a crisp "ding," the elevator stopped on the fifteenth floor, and the heavy metal doors slowly slid open.

As Su Long stepped out of the elevator, the eerie interior of the Support Bureau headquarters immediately came into view.

This place lacks the sci-fi feel of a high-tech intelligence agency as portrayed in movies; instead, it exudes a strong sense of antiquity reminiscent of a US government agency from the 1980s.

The air was filled with the musty smell of old paper, the pungent odor of cheap printer ink, and the distinctive sourness of stale black coffee.

Su Long walked forward down the corridor, encountering several agents from the Support Bureau who were hurrying along the way.

Most of them were dressed in wrinkled suits or tactical vests, with heavy dark circles under their eyes, and carrying thick files in their hands, looking completely drained of energy by high-intensity work.

At the end of the corridor is a large, semi-circular wooden reception desk.

The person on duty was a middle-aged woman wearing thick-rimmed black glasses. She was holding a mug with the logo of the Bureau of Mystery printed on it and staring at the computer screen with a bored expression.

Su Long stepped forward and tapped his fingers twice on the table.

"Excuse me, how do I get to Captain Elena's office?"

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