I put monsters and super powers in America

Although its current diet is mainly fish, its inherent predatory aura is enough to prevent most herbivorous dinosaurs from easily approaching the range of the ginkgo tree.

Although those thieving Styxraptor and Troodon still dared to try to steal the leftovers nearby, they would never again dare to have any evil thoughts about the reptile's nest guarded by the Tyrannosaurus Rex as a "living security guard".

Just as the main dragon was complaining madly in his heart, the little Tyrannosaurus Rex seemed to be tired of playing with the poor beetle. It stood up, yawned loudly, and then walked towards the river again with a leisurely pace.

Judging from the situation, they are preparing to get some "after-dinner dessert".

However, before it could enter the water, several fish with their bellies turned white and on the verge of death slowly floated past it along the current.

It is the Chinese bowfin, a very common freshwater fish in the Jurassic and Cretaceous periods. Its fossils are mainly unearthed in the Liaoxi Biota in my country.

The ecological niche of these fish is similar to that of today's crucian carp and carp; and there are so many of them, so many that their fossils are as cheap as cabbage and are not worth much at all.

When the little Tyrannosaurus Rex saw those "backstroke bowfin fish", its golden vertical pupils lit up instantly.

Getting something for nothing! This is the greatest happiness in the world!

It was overjoyed, and rushed over with its long legs. It opened its big mouth and accurately caught the fish that were "delivered to the door" one by one and brought them to the shore, then threw them to the ground like throwing noodles.

But the smallest one among them, the Chinese bowfin, which was only about 35 centimeters long, caught the attention of the main dragon at first sight.

There were no obvious scars on the bodies of the two fish, they just looked dying, and their gills were still moving with difficulty.

"Those guys in the United States Federation must be in a state of panic again. In two days, I will ask the Sioux people to strengthen them. By then, no one except the self-media masters of Dongda University can help them find an angle to win." In the mind of the Lord Dragon, a new and evil plan to cause trouble is rapidly taking shape.

"After a series of setbacks, they'll undoubtedly become timid and hesitant to act. If the work they do isn't big enough or exciting enough, my wishes will be in vain. Therefore, I have to give them some 'big gifts' to give them some confidence, so they feel they can do it again and dare to take on some earth-shattering tasks."

"Only in this way, when they climb higher and fall, will they be even more miserable and suffer a more complete defeat! And only then can I reap the most abundant wish power from it!"

"Anyway, we have to make them Waaaaaagh."

The main dragon's "gaze" fell on the Chinese bowfin that was about to become a "big gift package", and a "friendly" smile appeared on his face.

……

At the same time, on the cold land of South Dakota, the smoke of battle had not yet completely dissipated, but another "confrontation" without the smoke of gunpowder had quietly begun outside the Sioux tent.

The surviving "Super Marun" team did not evacuate in a hurry like the ordinary National Guard soldiers. Led by their captain, they lined up not far away, showing neither hostility nor letting down their guard.

After confirming that all the wounded had received proper treatment, Aaron Bushnell took the initiative to step forward. His face, which always looked serious and pious, was now filled with complex emotions.

He looked at the soldiers in front of him, who were wearing advanced armor and should have been the symbol of national glory. His voice was low and powerful, like the evening prayer bells echoing in the church.

"Is this the people you swore to protect? Is this the cause you want to fight for?"

Aaron's eyes swept over each of them and finally landed on the captain who was in the lead.

"Ignoring the traditional virtues of love and mercy taught by Christ, they point guns at unarmed people who are simply trying to protect their homes; abandoning the founding principle of the United States that 'all men are created equal,' and using tanks and armored vehicles to suppress these people who are already struggling below the poverty line?"

Aaron's eyes flickered with disappointment that bordered on heartbreak.

"Tell me, soldier, why is the national flag on your chest flying?"

44. Who are our enemies and who are our friends?

"Who is our enemy?!"

"Who are supposed to be our friends?!"

Aaron Bushnell's voice was not loud, but it was like a huge bell, striking heavily in the heart of every surviving "Super Marun".

Under his combat uniform stained gray by smoke and dust, his posture was still as straight as a pine tree, and his eyes burned with a mixture of compassion and disappointment.

He didn't say anything else, but simply reached out and patted the shoulder of the "Super Marun" captain, who had a complicated expression on his face. The force was not strong, but it seemed to carry a huge weight.

"Think about it carefully."

The "Super Maruns" were silent and no one spoke.

They were all elite soldiers, carefully selected from the most elite units of the US military, with wills as strong as steel. However, at this moment, for the first time, cracks appeared in their hearts' faith.

Yes, Luif Mangione, the violent "Thunder King", they can just ignore him.

That guy has been portrayed as a villain by the media; in the eyes of "Super Marun", he is an antisocial and violent person, a criminal who should be sent to the electric chair.

At the very least, he's an extreme lunatic.

What he said was nothing but the ravings of a madman.

But Aaron Bushnell is different.

In military circles, this name, while not saintly, is a very complex symbol.

He comes from a family of true Stars and Stripes. His ancestors followed Washington into the country to conquer the world, making him a true Stars and Stripes "old money" family.

His great-grandfather hunted turkeys over the Gulf of Leyte, his grandfather was an ace pilot over Vietnam, his father was a decorated commander in the Gulf War, and he himself, before he combusted himself in protest, was a promising cybersecurity officer in the Air Force Intelligence Support Squadron.

With four generations in the military, the family background is as red as it can be.

His mother also had military experience and later was responsible for the release of Christian charity records.

Their family is also devout Christians.

Such a favored child of heaven, the most typical good family son in the United States, chose to use the most tragic way to protest against the crimes being committed by the country he was loyal to.

After his accident, even the usually harsh Pentagon dared only to issue a mildly worded "regret" statement; and the media, which always likes to make unfounded accusations, could only guide him in the direction of "a good man who was led astray by extreme ideas" or "a poor man suffering from mental illness."

Try to alienate him into a "clown" rather than a villain.

Of course, this form of distortion may be even more disgusting than a vicious attack.

However, in the military, many people scoffed at the media's claims; they believed that if such a "pure-blooded" patriot could be forced to commit self-immolation, then there must be something seriously wrong with this country.

Therefore, when Aaron's heart-piercing questions rang out, they could only dare to make weak rebuttals.

"Mr. Aaron, they are not unarmed. Those two big cats can dismantle tanks with their bare hands! If they rush into the city..."

The captain of "Super Marun" subconsciously tried to find legitimacy for his actions.

But then, another image flooded uncontrollably into his mind—those ragged, sallow-faced Sioux children; those old men shivering in the cold wind, their eyes numb; and those shocking videos they had seen online before, about how the water from the reservation's taps could even ignite...

He paused for a moment. "At least we didn't point our guns at civilians," the captain said with difficulty, his voice dry. This excuse seemed so pale and powerless at the moment. "We really were just... just trying to prevent the extraordinary from getting out of control."

Aaron stopped and asked coldly without looking back.

"Then who caused the extraordinary person to lose control?"

The captain was speechless.

Yes, if it weren’t for the federal government’s relentless pressure, if the oil pipeline hadn’t insisted on running through other people’s holy land, if it weren’t for that damn commander pushing the Black Mountain Elder to the ground...how could all this have happened?

"The Red Giant Bear has fallen. We could have created a better world." Aaron's voice echoed in the cold morning air, filled with endless desolation and sadness. "But what have we done in the past thirty years? Apart from the great Eastern country, where else in the world has become better?"

"How on earth did we, during these three decades of invincibility and glory, lose all our moral integrity, reputation, and economy, both at home and abroad?!"

"Why is it that the once wonderful middle-class life where one job could support a wife, three children, a dog, and a cat, has become increasingly bankrupt and ultimately degraded into the true 'American Dream'?"

"Yes, something that only exists in the America of my dreams!"

No one could answer him.

No one dared to answer him.

The soldiers remained silent. Perhaps some of them still didn't take it seriously, still convinced they were following orders and defending the interests of their country. But a seed of contemplation had inevitably taken root in the minds of many.

……

The atmosphere at the White House press conference was like an ice cellar.

The blonde spokesperson was trying her best to save the federal government's face with her sharp and tough tone.

"Ladies and gentlemen, we must face a harsh reality! What happened on the Pine Ridge Reservation in South Dakota was no simple public protest! It was a premeditated, organized act of 'extraordinary terror' designed to divide the Union!"

"Those so-called 'victims,' those Sioux extremists, far from being grateful for the generous assistance the federal government has given them over the past decades, have instead used their newly awakened extraordinary powers, which should have been used to serve all citizens, to blatantly attack federal troops and destroy important national energy facilities! How is this any different from terrorists?!"

"Deploying tanks and armored forces was the only correct, though helpless, choice we made in the face of this extraordinary terrorist threat!"

These words do have some truth to them.

After all, the conditions previously proposed by the Black Mountain elders, which bordered on "dividing the land into fiefdoms," were unacceptable to any sovereign state. Using taxpayers' money to support a "state within a state" simply didn't make sense.

Fox News was even more energized, launching a series of articles criticizing the Sioux people.

"A bunch of ungrateful ungrateful bastards!" the blonde female anchor raged indignantly before the camera. "The federal government supports them with taxpayers' hard-earned money, yet they don't know how to be grateful! Now they possess God-given power, but instead of being grateful and serving the federation, they don't think about going to the Western Pacific to confront the Eastern powers and defend the country's glory. Instead, they only care about the petty, selfish gains of their own tribe! How selfish! How ignorant of the bigger picture!"

Of course, liberal media such as CNN still stand in opposition to the federal government. They keep going back to the past, discussing everything from the "Trail of Tears" during the Westward Movement to the various broken treaties in modern times, and then to the dire reality of the reservations, mocking them to the utmost.

"A government that has been constantly deceiving, oppressing and plundering a nation for more than a hundred years; now, when this nation finally has the power to resist, you turn around and accuse them of being 'ungrateful'? This is simply the funniest joke of this century!" An African-American civil rights activist laughed so hard in an interview with CNN.

At the internal meetings of the highest authorities in the United States, the atmosphere is much more "harmonious", and can even be said to be full of joy.

"That 'hard and soft' tactic was truly brilliant!" the Defense Minister beamed with pride. "First, we paralyzed them with negotiations, then used 'Super Horse Run' to strike from the sky and catch them completely off guard! If it weren't for that Scorpion messing things up, we would have forced them into submission long ago!"

"Also, we've gained something extremely important. The scorpion's corpse is now ours! We can expand our 'Super Marun' force once again!"

"Also, this public opinion war is also very exciting! We have thoroughly exposed the Sioux people's greed! Now, public opinion is not on their side! If we continue our actions now, no one will say anything!"

He pointed to the reservation on the electronic map, which was surrounded by countless red dots, and proudly explained his future plans: "Next, we just need to implement a comprehensive military blockade and economic containment of the reservation! Cut off all their supplies! Water, electricity, food, medicine... Within a month, without us having to do anything, they will come out and surrender with the white flag!"

"When the time comes, we will offer 'more generous terms than they expected' in exchange for the Extraordinary people signing a loyalty agreement. They will definitely agree. Even if Heishan and Zhufeng disagree, his people will force him to agree! Heishan is, after all, a responsible chief. His responsibilities will force him to compromise!"

"This way, not only can we resolve this rebellion without bloodshed, but we can also get two powerful 'Super Maruns' for free! It's like killing two birds with one stone!"

"Great! It's really great!"

"Well, that's wise indeed!"

In the conference room, there was a lot of praise and business compliments.

The person in the upper position leaned back in his chair comfortably, enjoying the long-lost pleasure of being in control of everything, as if all the setbacks he had suffered in the Western Pacific had been swept away by the impending victory.

Just when this joyful atmosphere reached its climax——

"boom!"

The door of the war room was slammed open, and a young communications officer in charge of monitoring global intelligence rushed in, rolling and crawling. His face was pale and his voice was trembling with extreme fear.

"No...it's not good..."

"Another...another extraordinary being...has awakened!"

"What?! Those redskins from the Sioux again? What else can they do? Another big cat?!"

"No... not just one..." The communications officer's voice was filled with tears. He raised the emergency intelligence briefing in his hand high and said tremblingly, "It's... it's three!"

45. The Newly Awakened Three-Headed Cat

A girls' restroom at Thomas Jefferson High School in Pierre, South Dakota, smells of disinfectant and urine.

The women's restroom was filled with a sickening odor, a mixture of cheap air freshener and urine. The tiled walls were covered in crude graffiti and obscene phone numbers scribbled in marker.

"Pa!" A crisp slapping sound echoed in the small space.

Jingxue's cheeks burned with pain, and a hint of blood oozed from the corners of her mouth. Her long, smooth, black hair was tightly grasped by a tall, blond, blue-eyed white girl. The sharp pain in her scalp forced her to look up and meet the other girl's blue eyes, which were filled with jealousy and malice.

"You dirty red mud monkey!"

The girl in the lead, Britney, the cheerleader captain, slammed Jingxue's head against the stained wall, and then used her fingers painted with bright pink nail polish to contemptuously stroke Jingxue's slightly angular but beautiful face.

"Do you think you can seduce Kevin by pretending to be pitiful?"

Britney's voice was sharp and mean, like a sharp shard of glass. "I'm telling you, stop dreaming! Kevin just thinks you're a 'rare animal' who escaped from the reservation and is new to him! It's like looking at a monkey in a zoo!"

The two followers behind her, who were also cheerleaders, were holding Jingxue on the left and right, with gloating and cruel smiles on their faces.

"That's right! Britney, look at the clothes she's wearing, they've all been washed out and turned pale! They smell so poor and sour, so disgusting!"

"I heard that the people in their reservation are still living in tents! Hahaha, just like primitive people!"

Yesterday afternoon, in the school corridor, Britney's boyfriend, Kevin, the star quarterback of the football team, ignited the jealousy that had been pent up in Britney's heart for a long time just because he looked at Jingxue a few more times and even took the initiative to say hello to her.

Jingxue is a new transfer student. Her unique Sioux ancestry gives her a unique and mysterious beauty, making her stand out among the all-white girls.

The most important thing is that Jingxue not only has a great figure, but also has no body odor!

Because of this, she attracted a lot of unwarranted hatred; coupled with the recent criticism of the Sioux people in the news, it gave Britney and her group a perfect excuse to vent their malice without restraint.

"Kevin is mine! You damn red-skinned bitch! I'm going to teach you a lesson today! I'm going to let you know who you can never mess with!"

Britney let out a shrill laugh, and together with her two followers, she dragged Jingxue towards the toilet in the corner, which had been clogged for a long time and was covered with yellow-brown dirt.

"Come on, little bitch, taste this, this is the perfume worthy of you!"

They grinned and worked together to push Jingxue's head hard towards the dirty toilet!

The cold, smelly toilet seat was already touching Jingxue's cheek.