America: The Cremator

Su Long had to accept the horrifying truth—the eerie creature was in the back seat, less than half a meter away from him.

It had just twisted Agent Miles' neck as easily as unscrewing a bottle of soda, and he could be the next target at any moment.

What should I do?

He was rapidly thinking of a solution.

Use weapons?

The only pistol that could effectively cause damage was in Anthony's hands, and its magazine was empty.

Abandon the car and flee?

The car was still traveling at over 80 miles per hour; jumping out would only hasten your death.

As Su Long's brain raced, the black rainwater that filled the carriage began to wriggle, silently climbing up Su Long's chest and seeping into his eyes, nostrils, and ears.

Another damn suffocation attack!

Su Long cursed inwardly, and immediately gathered primordial fire in his palm, then pressed it against his face.

With a loud bubbling sound of water vapor evaporating, the viscous liquid that had been trying to drown him lost control and slid down his cheeks.

Su Long's breathing finally became easier, and he gasped for breath. Then, as if he had suddenly thought of something, his eyes widened abruptly.

Yes, the primordial fire!

The path to salvation lies within it!

This flame can burn corpses and break the supernatural control over rain, so it should also be able to directly harm the supernatural.

According to the system entry, he can summon fire in his hand, and there are no restrictions on the specific form and location of the flames.

In theory, he could even coat the entire surface of his fist with this flame!

Having figured this out, Su Long looked at the figure in the back seat through the rearview mirror again, and the fear in his heart receded like a tide.

Having transmigrated here for a month, he has witnessed a messed-up world, a messed-up America, a messed-up uremia, a messed-up job collecting corpses, a messed-up lag system... Even in the difficult times when he was unfamiliar with the place and the system was not yet unlocked, he never thought of giving up.

Moreover, now that we have the system in hand, there is hope that everything will move in a better direction.

Let's fight this damn life to the death... and unleash the Flame Fist!

Sulong concentrated all his thoughts on his right fist, and golden flames ignited on the surface of his fist.

The strange woman in the back seat seemed to be drawn to the sudden flames.

Its stiff, eerie facial muscles began to twitch slightly, displaying an almost human-like expression, as if it were curious.

Su Long finally turned his head slowly, no longer looking through the rearview mirror, but staring directly at the thing in the back seat with his own eyes.

The face, elongated to an extreme degree, appeared lifeless and deathly pale. The skin was smooth, without any pores, spots, or wrinkles, as smooth as the surface of a rubber raincoat.

When Suron looked at it, it looked at Suron as well.

Those narrow, pure black eyes seemed to reveal a kind of astonishment that "the prey dared to resist."

Su Long raised his burning fist and slowly asked, "Big sister, have you eaten?"

Seeing the strange woman tilt her head slightly in confusion, he grinned, revealing a row of teeth that appeared somewhat pale due to long-term anemia.

"If you haven't eaten, take this punch!"

The moment he finished speaking, Su Long twisted his body backward, his waist and abdomen bursting with power, and his right arm slammed into the woman's face.

"boom!"

Accompanied by a teeth-grinding "sizzle" sound, a large amount of bluish-black smoke emerged from the gap between the fist and the woman's face, as if a red-hot iron had been pressed onto damp, rotting flesh.

"Eee-yaaaaaah!"

The woman let out a piercing scream, her whole body trembling violently, as if she had been connected to a high-voltage electric grid.

The next moment, its body could no longer maintain its fixed shape, and it quickly collapsed and disintegrated, turning into a large amount of black, viscous rainwater that rushed out of the car through the open sunroof.

The black rainwater inside the car had all disappeared. Su Long looked at the empty sunroof, panting heavily. The adrenaline rush made his whole body tremble slightly.

Become!

Just then, a rapid static sound came from the car radio, followed by a woman's voice.

"Vehicle No. 714! Brake immediately!"

Su Long snapped back to his senses and turned his gaze forward.

As the eerie woman fled, the black liquid plastered on the windshield quickly faded, and a clear view gradually appeared before his eyes.

In front of the vehicle was a concrete wall that was rapidly expanding!

not good!

Just now, during the bizarre moment of the boxing match, he lost control of the steering wheel. With the added speed, the entire car had completely veered off the road and was hurtling towards the concrete wall on the side of the road!

No, that's not a cement wall of limited thickness, but a cement platform for the cargo loading and unloading area, completely solid cement!

Su Long's pupils suddenly contracted, and he slammed on the brake pedal.

The Chevrolet Suburban's tires screeched desperately across the wet road, then—"Bang!"

A violent impact came instantly.

Su Long felt his body being violently thrown forward by a tremendous force, and then tightly restrained by the seatbelt.

His forehead slammed heavily against the steering wheel, and everything in front of him spun around him.

Ultimately, the world was plunged into darkness.

……

Five minutes earlier, a Panda armored vehicle was driving on the empty main road.

Four fully armed soldiers sat silently on benches on either side of each other. They were all wearing heavy riot armor and holding newly issued XM7 combat rifles in their arms.

In the passenger seat sat a figure that seemed completely out of place in the scene.

She was a blonde woman, not wearing any standard tactical gear, just a tight black leather jacket and greyish-white jeans.

Her blonde hair was tied into a neat high ponytail at the back of her head. Her facial features were three-dimensional and distinct, with a high nose bridge and slightly thin lips, giving her a cold and aloof temperament that made her seem unapproachable.

A rough leather belt was tied around her waist, with no guns or weapons hanging from it, only an old-fashioned brass kerosene lamp.

On her back was an exquisitely crafted cross sword, the hilt wrapped with layers of calfskin, showing signs of meticulous care.

The car radio suddenly crackled to life, breaking the silence in the carriage.

The woman reached out and pressed the call button.

"This is the dispatch center. Calling the 'Black Chess' task force."

"Black, received. This is captain Elena."

"Based on signal tracking, you are currently very close to the target vehicle and are expected to encounter it within three minutes. Please prepare for combat."

"receive."

Elena abruptly hung up the communicator, then turned her head and gave brief instructions to the soldiers behind her.

"Prepare to engage the enemy."

The four soldiers moved in perfect unison, pulling back the bolts, checking the ejection port, and confirming that the weapons were ready to fire at any moment.

At the same time, Elena activated a separate button on the center console, and the LCD screen installed on one side lit up, quickly displaying the concentric circle interface of the radar system, with green ripples steadily spreading outward.

Just then, two blinding beams of light pierced the rain outside the windshield of the armored vehicle, shooting towards us from afar.

A black Chevrolet SUV was speeding in the oncoming lane, its near-out-of-control speed quickly magnifying its size in everyone's field of vision.

Almost at the same moment, a deep red dot lit up without warning on the radar screen in front of Elena.

In the lower left corner of the light spot, a line of data jumped rapidly before finally stabilizing at an astonishing value.

Signal strength: 213.

Elena frowned slightly, her tone grave: "It really is a Class C anomaly, and its trajectory overlaps with that of the vehicle... It's already inside, perhaps... all the occupants have been killed."

Upon hearing this, the soldier in the driver's seat asked with a hint of doubt, "Captain, something's not right. Could the Strange One drive itself?"

Upon hearing this, Elena's gaze was fixed on the approaching SUV, whose windshield was completely covered by black liquid, making it impossible to see what was happening inside the car.

Could it be that there are still people alive inside the car?

"What kind of person... could fight against a Class C monster in such a confined space?"

With this absurd thought flashing through her mind, Elena immediately adjusted the radio frequency and connected to the public channel of the vehicle opposite.

"This is the Black Chess Task Force, vehicle number 714. Please report the situation inside the vehicle immediately!"

As soon as the radio connection was established, Elena saw the car opposite her suddenly shake violently and unnaturally, as if some fierce struggle was taking place inside.

Immediately afterwards, a large amount of black, viscous liquid gushed out from the sunroof of the SUV, like the vomit of some creature before it died.

On the radar screen in front of her, the signal strength of the deep red dot decreased sharply in an instant, and it dissipated and fled into the distance at an extremely fast speed.

The Chevrolet SUV completely lost control, its front end veering sharply to the side, hurtling straight toward the concrete platform on the right side of the road.

Elena's eyes widened, and she yelled into the radio, "Number 714! Brake now!"