I searched and fought in America.

Rosen stood in the center of the intact circular position, watching the kneeling crowd slowly rise. His body swayed slightly, but he managed to steady himself.

Although these people were successfully rescued this time, the cost was enormous.

The team members all suffered injuries of varying degrees, and he also used up an extremely valuable purple item.

Rosen walked over in silence and slowly knelt down on one knee.

That young white bodyguard also died here forever.

His body was brought here by Caesar and his men, so it was preserved and is now just a few meters away from Rosen.

Rosen walked to the body, looked at it quietly for a few seconds, then reached out, gently covered its face, and closed its eyes.

"Write down his name." Rosen stood up. "When you get back, his family will be supported by the Iron Claw Gang for life."

"Father, he has no family left." Caesar's eyes reddened slightly.

"Then write it into the Iron Claw Codex. From now on, every member of our Iron Claw Gang must remember him. He died for the gang."

Upon hearing this, Gabak, also a member of the Iron Guard, froze in place. To them, the Iron Claw Codex was as important as the Bible was to a devout Christian.

Large tears streamed down his face. He knelt down before Rosen, his voice filled with gratitude: "Yes, Father!"

Without stopping, Rosen turned and walked towards the girl whose arms were bleeding. The girl instinctively shrank back.

However, after realizing that the person in front of her was not one of the cultists, but the one who had saved them, she stopped and looked at Rosen timidly.

"Don't be afraid."

Rosen revealed a gentle smile, and with a thought, directly retrieved a roll of [bandage] from his system inventory.

Then, a holy light emanated from his hands, and he touched the girl's wounds. The girl felt a warm sensation coming from the wounds, and the pain from those wounds seemed to be relieved.

Rosen then wrapped bandages around his body, and his various wounds healed at a visible speed.

Although the wound is still there, at least it's not bleeding continuously anymore.

The girl was stunned by the sight. She stared blankly at the military green bandage wrapped around her wrist, momentarily lost in thought.

"My God..."

The old man, who had been watching Rosen's actions, murmured to himself.

Afterwards, everyone who wasn't present received some basic treatment. He hadn't brought many bandages; he only had eight rolls in total.

For more serious injuries, use bandages; for less serious injuries, gently treat them with Holy Light.

After doing all this, Rosen could barely stand. He staggered a step and was caught by Caesar.

"Holy Father!"

Rosen waved his hand to indicate that he was fine, but he knew that he was in a terrible state.

Let alone fighting, even walking normally is difficult.

Just then—

A booming sound came from afar.

It wasn't an explosion; it was the sound of an engine starting up.

"Helicopters," Cade whispered. As a veteran of Delta Force, he was quite familiar with these things.

They looked up and, through the collapsed dome, could see several twinkling lights rapidly approaching in the night sky.

The points of light hovered, descended, and drew closer and closer.

"Not just one," Wang Ling said, narrowing his eyes. "At least three."

Rosen's heart sank.

He should have thought of that long ago.

An explosion of this scale would cause tremors to be felt on the ground within a radius of several kilometers.

Many sewer branches in the surrounding area were broken by the earthquake, and many citizens will definitely make calls. The government cannot sit idly by.

Now, they've arrived.

Rosen looked around. There were more than a dozen people, some injured, some disabled, some old, and some young. He himself was as weak as a sick cat, and all four members of his team were wounded.

Moreover, it was a wasteland, with charred black soil everywhere, except for the ground beneath their feet, which remained intact.

How do you explain this?

"Father," Caesar whispered, "what do we do?"

Rosen didn't speak; his mind was racing, but his physical discomfort made his thoughts sluggish.

"To tell you the truth," Wang Ling said calmly, "we are the victims. It was those cultists who did it. We came here to save people."

"And then?" Cade countered. "What about the dead? What about the cultists? What about the armed squad?"

How do we explain why there was a gunfight? How do we explain our guns? How do we explain your "miracles"?

Wang Ling fell silent.

"And," Cade continued, "look at this place we live in."

"Everything around here was blown up, but our piece of land is completely intact. Do you think the police will believe it's a coincidence?"

Gabak said weakly, "But... this is a miracle..."

"A miracle?" Cade gave a wry smile. "Kid, not many people in this world believe in this. They believe that God exists, but they don't believe that miracles exist."

They'll just think we're performing some kind of cult ritual, or that we created the explosion ourselves, and that we're playing tricks.

Rosen rubbed his temples.

He remembered that he had something else in his system inventory: [Houston Police Department Internal Files].

There might be some useful information in there, but I don't have time to look at it right now.

"How about..." Gabak tentatively suggested, "we hide? And retreat through those small pipes?"

"We can't evacuate." Cade shook his head. "The explosion just now collapsed all those small pipes."

And look at these people—some have broken legs, some can't walk, there are children, and one is a dying baby. How are we supposed to retreat?"

Everyone fell silent.

It's not entirely hopeless; Rosen has another card up his sleeve: the powerful hydraulic wall-breaking device, which can blast open a path.

But what about the survivors? Can they keep up? And nobody knows what the situation is like outside. With something like this happening, the police will definitely be efficient.

Just then—

A helicopter hovered directly above them, and then a rope was dropped from the helicopter.

A black figure slid down the rope quickly, followed by a second and a third.

Those are special police officers.

The first SWAT officer to land quickly took up a favorable position, pointing his gun at the crowd.

His movements were extremely professional, without any unnecessary actions.

Immediately afterwards, the second, the third, the fourth... In just a few dozen seconds, more than a dozen special police officers had landed and deployed, surrounding Rosen and the others in the center.

Searchlights shone down from above, illuminating the area as bright as day.

Rosen squinted at the person standing at the very front.

He was a middle-aged white male, tall, with a square face. You could tell from his uniform that he was at least a sheriff.