I put monsters and super powers in America

"Brother-in-law, long time no see." He repeated the opening remarks, and this time, there was a hint of complex emotions between family members in his tone.

A muscle twitched slightly on the weathered face of the Black Mountain elder. He was silent for a long time, a flicker of reminiscence in his cloudy old eyes, which eventually turned into a long, helpless sigh. "Ilana... was a good girl. She shouldn't have followed in the footsteps of her ancestors and traveled to the Land of the Stars so early."

"Unfortunately, you've failed her and this land." The elder's tone once again turned cold and hard. "You've converted to the cross of that foreign god. You've become addicted to the money game of your white fathers. You think by their rules and make promises in their language. You're no longer a son of the Sioux, Atlas."

Atlas clenched his fists, but he knew that any explanation would be pale and powerless at this moment.

He took a deep breath and forced the topic back on track: "Elder, I know you are prejudiced against me, but it doesn't matter. What matters is that we are now facing a common enemy."

Atlas turned and gestured to Luif, Aaron, Tifa, and the enigmatically silent Lord Dragon behind him. "As you can see, the awakening of divine power isn't an isolated incident. I'm rallying all who possess this power, regardless of their beliefs or origins. Luif and Mr. Aaron are devout believers, while this Lord Dragon is a staunch atheist. In Anduriel, we embrace all, working towards a common goal."

"I hope you and Feng Zhu can join us. Your strength and wisdom are crucial to us."

"Join you?" The Black Mountain elder sneered disdainfully. "What would I do if I joined you? To play your hypocritical, compromising political game? Or to be cannon fodder in your challenge to the federal government?"

He leaned on his staff and struggled to stand up from the animal-skin bed. He walked outside and pointed at the desolate and vast land in the moonlight. His voice was hoarse but resounding: "My only wish in this life is to protect this land under my feet and my people, so that they can live with dignity in this homeland that has been plundered by the white people and has been reduced to a mere shred! I am not interested in your ambitions and your grand blueprints!"

"This country was forcibly plundered from us by you white people! It is your country! It is not ours! What your country becomes, what the descendants of the invaders become, is none of our business to us, the Sioux people!"

"Besides, the federal government is no longer worthy of any trust! They will only tear up agreements again and again, appease us with lies again and again, and then respond to our demands with batons and bullets! I am not going to talk to them anymore. From today on, the Sioux will fight them to the end in our own way!"

"Just you two?" Atlas' voice grew colder. "Just the two of you, father and son, going to fight the entire South Dakota National Guard? Or even the entire federal army? Don't be naive, Elder! Even with us, the struggle will be arduous and tortuous! We need strategy!"

"I can't do it, but 'Wakantanka' can!" The Black Mountain elder's eyes ignited with fanatical flames. "Everything that happened tonight is the best proof! The 'Spirit of Nature' has awakened! It has answered our prayers and given us strength! It will continue to bless more loyal Sioux people! We will have more warriors awakening!"

"Furthermore, those awakened 'evil spirits', the 'spirits of the earth' that carry the wrath and resentment of our ancestors, will no longer remain silent! They will become our most powerful allies and devour all invaders who dare to desecrate this holy land!"

The moment he finished speaking——

"Buzz-buzz-buzz-"

A huge, heart-pounding roar suddenly came from the night sky above!

A black AH-64 Apache attack helicopter, like a circling death vulture, was flying low over the village! The spherical electro-optical sighting system under the nose of the helicopter was like a devil's single eye, coldly scanning everything on the ground.

"Damn! They're so fast!" Louis cursed, and subconsciously wanted to use lightning to shoot them down.

But Atlas was faster! He grabbed Louis's shoulder and growled, "Don't shoot it down! Just destroy its eyes!"

Louis immediately understood, and a flash of lightning appeared in his eyes. A strand of electric arc as thin as a hair but extremely precise popped out instantly and flashed across the night sky!

"Snapped!"

The expensive electro-optical sighting system under the nose of the Apache exploded with a crisp sound, emitting a ball of tiny electric sparks and instantly turned into a useless lump of scrap metal.

"We have to leave here immediately!" Atlas said as he pulled Louis and others and quickly retreated to his car.

However, Elder Black Mountain made a move that no one expected.

"Roar--!!!"

He roared once more, his body instantly transforming into that mighty saber-toothed giant cat! He slammed his hind legs into the ground, and in a completely physics-defying gesture, his massive body leaped dozens of meters into the air!

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After thinking about it, I decided to update three more chapters today.

36 (Part 2). Thunder King upgrades to human signal tower!

The saber-toothed cat's sharp claws tightly gripped the Apache's landing gear, and then it swung with the force, and its huge body actually climbed directly onto the fuselage of the helicopter!

The pilot was frightened out of his wits by this sudden change. He stared in horror at the huge, furry feline head and the pair of beast eyes flashing with golden ferocity outside the porthole, and subconsciously pulled the joystick hard!

The Apache rolled and spun violently in the air, trying to shake off the thorn, but the Black Mountain Elder's claws seemed to be welded to the fuselage, and no matter how the plane tossed it around, it remained motionless.

"landing!"

Finally, under the intimidating roar of the Black Mountain elder, the "Apache" had to give up resistance and made an embarrassing forced landing in an open space not far from the village.

Fortunately, it was the darkest moment before dawn, and the helicopter was tied up, which bought Atlas a few precious minutes of time for evacuation.

However, new crises followed.

Waves of heavier and more desperate roars came from the distant horizon.

That sound was mixed with the squeaking sound of the tracks rolling over the ground!

That was the sound of the state National Guard's armored forces—M1A2 Abrams main battle tanks and Bradley infantry fighting vehicles! The federal government was clearly serious about this!

"Damn it!" The main dragon looked at the gradually approaching steel torrent and began to feel worried.

I can definitely fight.

But the problem was that he found that his cell phone had no signal; it was even possible that since the National Guard rushed into the construction site just now, the cell phone signal here had been completely cut off and the Internet could not be connected.

"Damn! The Federation has blocked the signal here!" A thousand alpaca horses galloped through the main dragon's mind.

The lack of signal means that everything that happens here cannot be spread through the media in the first time and ferment into a global public opinion event.

Although the judgment of this system is a bit stupid - the wish power provided by those who watch the live broadcast is only slightly greater than the wish power provided by those who watch the news and videos afterwards; but now watching the live broadcast once and then watching the news again afterwards is equivalent to harvesting the wish power twice!

Besides, given the behavior of the federal authorities, the subsequent news would probably be something like "The Sioux supernatural awakeners pledged allegiance to the federal government" or simply "Under the wise leadership of the president, the supernatural incident has been perfectly resolved."

Of course, the Internet masters of the Eastern superpower will definitely help the United States win big, causing chaos on the Internet; but this is still much less than the power of will generated by the complete live broadcast process and details.

In short, without the "enthusiastic participation" of hundreds of millions of netizens around the world, relying solely on the wishes contributed by the hundreds of people on the scene and the few "insiders" around, although it cannot be said to be a drop in the bucket, it is still a huge loss!

Although the Sioux warriors were angry and eager to expose the federal government's violent suppression and dispatch of troops to the public, no matter how powerful their two "saber-toothed cats" were, they could not create a mobile phone signal!

How can this be good?

Just when the main dragon was about to pull out his hair in worry, Louis Mangione beside him suddenly touched his chin thoughtfully, with a strange electric light flashing in his eyes.

"Strange..." Louis' voice was filled with uncertainty and a sense of novelty. "I feel... my strength seems to have become much stronger."

He stretched out his right hand, and a blue arc of electricity that was more condensed and stable than before danced at his fingertips. One could even clearly see the fine electric wire contained in it, which seemed to have life.

"After absorbing the essence of those 'bugs', I seem to be able to...control 'electricity' more precisely."

He raised his head and looked at the lonely and long-out-of-function mobile signal base station on the top of the hill not far away, and smiled confidently.

"Maybe, I can try."

……

The White House, Situation Room.

The atmosphere was as oppressive as the sea before a storm.

The highest-ranking officials in the United States all stared at the huge electronic map with gloomy faces; on the map, the area of ​​​​Pine Ridge Reservation in South Dakota was prominently marked in red.

"'Supernatural Creature Incident'...'Indian Riots'...our troubles are really one after another." The old man's voice was cold and emotionless. "Tell me, what's the situation now?"

The Secretary of Defense immediately stood up and pointed to the real-time military situation on the screen. "According to the latest intelligence from the front, the South Dakota National Guard has completed the blockade of the perimeter and deployed armored units to forcibly clear the core area of ​​the reservation. Currently, all civilian communications in the area have been completely blocked to ensure no information leaks."

"But the results of the initial exchange of fire... are not promising." The Secretary of Defense trailed off. "Our vanguard encountered... an attack by supernatural creatures, resulting in heavy losses. According to the surviving soldiers, at least two Sioux Indians have awakened some kind of supernatural ability that allows them to transform into giant cats, making them extremely powerful in combat."

"Another extraordinary person?" The president's brows were twisted into a knot.

"So what do you guys say we should do now?!"

"I believe we can take a two-pronged approach," the Chief of Staff, a veteran political figure renowned for his shrewdness, said slowly. "On the one hand, we can maintain a high-pressure military posture. On the other hand, we can attempt to negotiate with the awakened Sioux."

"negotiation?"

"Yes, negotiation." A shrewd gleam gleamed in the Chief of Staff's eyes. "Supernatural power is the most valuable strategic resource of this era. Instead of forcing these awakened Indians into opposition, why not... find a way to recruit them for our own use? We can promise them improved living conditions on the reservation, and even grant them a degree of autonomy and financial compensation, with only one condition—they must swear allegiance to the federal government and join our ranks of the 'Super Maruns.'"

"Carrot and stick... I like this idea." A smile finally appeared on the president's face.

"At the same time," the Secretary of Defense added, "to ensure the sincerity of the negotiations and prevent the situation from getting out of control, I suggest that we immediately dispatch our newly assembled 'Super Marun' team, equipped with second-generation enhancement fluid and armor, to South Dakota! If the Indians refuse to accept our offer, let them experience firsthand the true power of the federal government!"

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Ah, this book has failed again. The main reason is that I made a mistake in the early stage and wrote it blindly without doing enough research; in addition, the numerical values ​​were not designed well, which led to repeated revisions later.

But it doesn’t matter. Since I’m here, I’ll just continue writing.

Now let's talk about the update.

After this book was put on the shelves, unless there were special circumstances, I basically wrote at least 10,000 words a day.

The first paid chapter will be updated at 12 noon tomorrow, followed by one chapter at 3 o'clock, one chapter at 6 o'clock, one chapter at 9 o'clock, and one chapter at 11 o'clock, a total of five chapters, with an average of more than 3000 words per chapter.

Then the day after tomorrow, since I'm outside and have to catch a train, there may only be three updates.

By the way, let’s put up a bounty for the blades.

From now until 12:00 the day after tomorrow, 2000 words will be added every 50 blades.

With my funny reading habit, I think completing the bounty will be easy.

OK, that's it.

Happy reading everyone.

37. Come, let the United States show its big eyes

The mornings in South Dakota were colder than usual.

A thin layer of frost, like a veil of death, covered the vast wasteland. The sun struggled to emerge from the horizon, casting a weak and bleak light. Not only did it not bring any warmth, but it made the outline of the steel look even more hideous.

Three M1A2 Abrams main battle tanks, like dormant steel behemoths, were parked in a triangular formation on the outskirts of the reservation. Their massive bodies, clad in explosive reactive armor, and their 120mm smoothbore gun barrels shone with a chilling, chilling light in the morning light. The turrets slowly rotated, the red dot of their laser rangefinders periodically sweeping across the crowd, bringing a silent, deadly deterrent.

Flanking them were five M2 Bradley infantry fighting vehicles, their 25mm chain-fed cannons glaring black. The TOW anti-tank missile launchers on either side, though covered in camouflage netting, still exuded a menacing aura.

More National Guard soldiers have formed a thicker, more secure encirclement. Their equipment has also been fully upgraded. They are no longer the riot police who could only fire rubber bullets last night, but now they are real combat troops wearing jungle camouflage uniforms and armed with M4 carbines and M249 squad machine guns.

And opposite them, the Sioux also took out all their belongings.

Some of them held tightly to their family heirloom, gleamingly well-maintained Winchester rifles; others held up the blood-stained M4 carbines and Remington shotguns seized from SWAT and the National Guard last night.

But these light weapons, which are always effective in hunting or self-defense, are now as fragile as children's toys in front of this steel torrent composed of tanks and armored vehicles.

Leading the group were Elder Black Mountain and his son Zhufeng.

They didn't hold any weapons, but stood at the front of the team with bare hands. Their old figures and burly bodies were like an invisible shield, blocking their own people.

Aaron followed not far behind them, his expression solemn, and occasionally a barely perceptible flash of fire would appear on his palm.

No one knew where Louis had gone, but he was not at the scene.

Tifa and the Dragon King blended into the crowd at the back, looking like two ordinary young tribal supporters. The Dragon King still had his hood covering most of his face, while Tifa had a red headscarf covering her mouth and nose, revealing only a pair of bright and determined eyes.

"Hey, John, have you heard?" A young soldier's voice, a hint of excitement and nervousness, came from the M2 infantry fighting vehicle's communication channel. He lowered his voice, "I heard that last night... several of the people in here turned into... werewolves!"

"Werewolf? Come on, Billy," came Squad Leader Old John's voice from the other end of the channel, tinged with the disdain and sarcasm of a seasoned veteran. "Don't believe that nonsense. Those Indians are just using these urban legends to extort more compensation. I bet once they get a few more zeros in their bank account, the so-called 'werewolf' will be running faster than a rabbit."

"That's right. A bunch of drunks who can only play tricks deserve to be called werewolves? Real werewolves only exist in Hollywood movies."

"But, John... that Apache last night really did make an emergency landing, and the pilot never returned," another voice interrupted hesitantly. "I heard from the guys on the ground crew that the plane was... pulled out of the sky by a giant, hairy thing."

There was a brief silence in the channel.

For these ordinary National Guard soldiers, the word "supernormal" still seems like a distant and vague concept, mostly existing in news and online videos. When it really seems like it could happen to them, fear and suspicion grow like vines.

Just then, the roar of a diesel engine interrupted their conversation.

A military Humvee with a glaring white flag slowly drove out from behind the National Guard's line and finally stopped in the middle of the confrontation between the two sides.

The car door opened, and several men in suits and ties stepped out. Leading the way was a middle-aged white man with slicked-back hair and a professional smirk on his face. He was the chief negotiator sent by the federal government.

"Chief Montenegro, Mr. Wind Chaser," the negotiator's voice was gentle and smooth, full of the hypocritical friendliness that is characteristic of politicians. "First, on behalf of the federal government, please allow me to express our deepest regret and apology for the unfortunate incident that occurred last night."

He spread his hands and pretended to be sincere.

"We admit that there were some misunderstandings in communication. But this does not mean that we are unwilling to listen to your voices. The President attaches great importance to your demands and has specially authorized me to come here to bring a sincere solution."

As he spoke, he took a very thick-looking document from his assistant.

"The federal government is willing to make up for all the infrastructure funding owed to the reservation over the past decade in a lump sum, and on top of that, add another 20 percent for poverty alleviation. We will build new schools, hospitals, and community centers for you. We will provide every family with free solar power systems and purified water filtration devices... We promise to make Pine Ridge Reservation a model for all Indian reservations in the United States!"

These conditions were generous, even exceeding the wildest imaginations of many Sioux people. A burst of uncontrollable, low-pitched discussions and commotions had already begun to rise among the crowd.

However, Elder Black Mountain's face remained unchanged. His cloudy old eyes held only cold, all-seeing mockery.

"Put away your cheap promises, white bureaucrat." The Black Mountain elder's voice was hoarse, but like a rusty hammer, it struck the other party's hypocritical mask hard. "My father has heard these words, and my grandfather has heard them too. Every time you want to take something from us, you say the same thing. And then what? When you get what you want, all your promises will become farts in the wind."

"The federal government's credibility has long been worthless to us, just like the dirt beneath your feet."

He leaned on his scepter, took a step forward, his eyes sharp.