I put monsters and super powers in America

"He can't get away!" Mike's voice was filled with a hint of triumph. "Jack! Get ready! As soon as he shows his head, I'll beat him to a pulp!"

The helicopter hovered in the air less than thirty meters away from the rooftop. The beam of light from the searchlight illuminated the entire rooftop as bright as day, leaving nowhere to hide.

However, just when they thought they had victory, the black figure suddenly jumped up from behind a pile of construction materials at the edge of the rooftop!

He actually...actually jumped towards the helicopter on his own initiative!

His whole body stretched out in the air, like a black roc with its wings spread out. In a posture that completely defied the law of gravity, he drew an amazing arc in the air and instantly crossed a space of thirty meters!

"No...impossible!"

Mike and Jack's pupils were dilated to the limit because of extreme shock.

"Bang!" With a dull sound, Jamal's feet landed heavily on the landing gear of the helicopter. The huge impact force caused the entire fuselage to sink suddenly!

Before the two could react, Jamal had already climbed to the cabin door in a few steps along the landing gear like the most agile monkey.

Jack turned the gun in fear, wanting to shoot.

"Tsk-!"

A bone blade flashing with a cold light suddenly popped out from Jamal's arm, and slashed from bottom to top at a speed that was difficult to capture with the naked eye!

"Clang!"

The roaring M134 machine gun, along with its sturdy bracket, was cut in half, turning into two pieces of scrap metal and falling to the street below.

Immediately afterwards, Jamal flashed into the cabin, and the cold bone blade on his other arm was placed squarely on the neck of the pilot Mike.

"Don't move." Jamal's voice was cold and emotionless. "If you don't want to die, do as I say."

"Where...where are you going?" Mike's voice was trembling with fear.

"Oklahoma. Tulsa." A complicated light flashed in Jamal's eyes.

……

On the other hand, the "Eye in the Sky No. 2" that was chasing the white giant James got into more simple and brutal trouble.

What they were facing was a purely violent behemoth that did not play by the rules at all.

James didn't bother hiding. He simply took heavy steps, running wildly across the relatively open, abandoned industrial area. His massive frame, over five meters tall, shook the earth with every step, imbued with overwhelming momentum.

"Drone No. 1, No. 2! Close reconnaissance! Get a clearer image of the target!" The command came from the command channel.

Two DJI drones buzzed in, lowering their altitude to try to film from a closer distance.

However, the next second——

"Huh! Huh!"

Two sharp sounds of breaking through the air!

James picked up two fist-sized pieces of concrete from the ground without even aiming, but just swung his arms violently!

The stones were like two cannonballs fired from a gun, drawing two precise straight lines in the air, hitting the two drones exactly!

"Bang! Bang!"

There were two crisp sounds, and the picture sent back from the command center instantly turned into two balls of snowflakes.

"Son of a bitch!" The gunman on the helicopter cursed and pulled the trigger at the white figure that was still running wildly below.

But his bullet, hitting James' rock-hard skin, had no effect except for a series of dazzling sparks and a few insignificant white spots! The bullet was deflected at the moment of impact, losing all kinetic energy!

Seeing that the target was about to rush out of this open area and enter the residential area with more complex terrain, the helicopter pilot Tom gritted his teeth and pressed the joystick hard, trying to get closer so that the rocket launcher in the cabin could take effect.

However, James suddenly stopped.

He slowly bent down and, with his huge hands, like those of an excavator's bucket, casually pulled out a huge granite block that was used as a roadblock on the side of the road! The boulder, weighing hundreds of kilograms, was lifted high into the air!

"Oh my god! Pull it up! Pull it up!"

Pilot Tom looked at the figure below, who looked like a Titan throwing boulders in mythology, and his soul was scared to death. He pulled the joystick back suddenly, trying to make the plane climb.

But it was still a step too late.

"Roar--!!!"

James let out an earth-shaking roar, and threw the huge rock in his hand towards the helicopter in the sky in a way that completely violated the limits of human strength!

The huge stone pillar spun rapidly in the air, with a devastating momentum and a dull whistling sound, like a deadly cannonball shot from an ancient catapult!

Although the helicopter was trying hard to climb, the edge of the boulder still hit the observation window under the nose!

“Bang!!!!!!!”

There was a loud bang! The thick bulletproof glass, under the tremendous force of the impact, was instantly covered with spider-web-like, hideous cracks! The entire fuselage shook violently and began to spin wildly, and the warning lights on the dashboard flashed wildly!

"FUCK! Tom! The glass on our nose is about to break! Retreat quickly! If we don't retreat, we will both die here!" The gunman shouted in horror.

Tom glanced at the white giant below who was bending over again, seemingly ready to look for the next "throw", and finally gave up.

"Command! Command! This is 'Eye in the Sky No. 2'! The target... the target is under excessive fire! Repeat! Excessive fire! We... we can't continue the pursuit! Requesting return! Requesting return!"

After saying that, without waiting for a response from the command center, he focused on stabilizing the out-of-control helicopter, maneuvering the damaged vehicle, and flew away into the distance in a mess without looking back.

James looked at the fleeing "Iron Bird" and let out a roar full of disdain and victory; he turned around, took heavy steps, and disappeared into the shadows of the city.

Behind him, a road sign stood on the side of the road, indicating Van Buren County, 250 kilometers away.

74. The bigger the waves, the more expensive the fish!

The next morning's sunlight, with its unique tropical, salty, and lazy scent, poured generously onto the floor through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows of the presidential suite.

The PSP was still placed on the living room floor, and the TV screen was frozen on the snow-capped mountains and Erlang Shen.

In the past few days, Tifa and Jingxue accepted the recommendation of the Lord Dragon and played "Black Myth: Wukong" all night long in the hotel living room; in the end, the Lord Dragon often couldn't bear it anymore and went to sleep, but the two of them continued to take turns having fun.

In the middle of the living room, the Lord Dragon was lying contentedly on the sofa, covered with the expensive cashmere blanket and holding a soft down pillow in his arms, with only his eyes exposed.

"drop--!"

He pressed the switch on the controller, and the channel of the 85-inch large LCD TV switched instantly; then he began to watch CNN's flagship political talk show called "Crossfire Moment" with relish.

This program is famous for its sharp questioning style and the guests who always invite sharply opposing positions. Today's topic is undoubtedly the "superhuman street fight incident" that shocked the United States last night in Charlottesville, Virginia.

The incident has gone viral on the United States Internet, with footage of the fight circulating everywhere.

However, I don’t know if it was the appearance of Leviathan that raised the threshold of the people in the University of Tokyo; the fight between the two extraordinary people did not cause much waves in the cyberspace of the University of Tokyo, and even Wang Feng’s headlines were not snatched away.

"Shame! This is a shame!"

"Hey, it looks like I'm going to have to do some serious work to satisfy the ever-growing appetite of the people of Todai!"

"But first, let's watch the show."

The atmosphere in the studio is hotter than a battlefield.

"I repeat my point! Mr. James Alex Lincoln is not a criminal! He is a tragic hero who was forced into a desperate situation and deserves the sympathy of all of us!"

The speaker was a guest on the show, Robert Strange, a retired Marine colonel who is now a senior researcher at a conservative think tank.

Colonel Strange, a man in his fifties, sported a crop of meticulously combed silver-gray hair and retained the upright, military build. He wore a dark blue suit, a pocket square neatly tucked into his breast pocket, and even a small Purple Heart pinned to his tie. He sat erect, his arms folded across his chest, his gaze sharp and resolute, as if he weren't participating in a televised debate but rather issuing operational orders to a group of subordinates in the Pentagon's Situation Room.

"Let's take a look at Mr. Lincoln's resume! He was an outstanding soldier in the 101st Airborne Division! He shed blood for this country under fire in Afghanistan! But when he returned from military service and tried to resume his normal life, his family and property were looted by thugs under the banner of 'racial equality'! His mother committed suicide out of despair! He himself, unable to afford the high tuition for college, had to sell blood to make a living!"

Colonel Strange's voice was sonorous and powerful, and every word was like a bullet, full of unquestionable military toughness.

"Excuse me, when a hero who served his country falls into such a plight, where is our government? Where are our media outlets that keep shouting 'human rights' all day long?!"

"When he saw Antifa members, identical to the thugs who looted his store, rampaging through the streets again and violently attacking an innocent elderly man, he chose to resist in his own way! To uphold justice! Is that wrong?! No!"

The colonel slammed the table and questioned the other guest sitting opposite him.

"But you, Dr. Turner! Those so-called 'civil rights activists' you represent, dare you say that the actions of Jamal Washington, that armed thug, are worthy of sympathy?!"

Sitting across from him was an African American woman named Amelia Turner, a tenured professor of sociology at Harvard University and a nationally renowned leader in the civil rights movement.

Dr. Turner, dressed in an elegant, well-tailored purple suit and with her carefully braided African braids dotted with tiny silver ornaments, remained unfazed by the other man's rant.

"Colonel, first of all, I hope you can make one thing clear. To elevate the individual criminal acts of a group to an attack on an entire race is, in itself, the most typical and despicable form of racist logic."

"Secondly, regarding Mr. Jamal Washington, before we discuss whether he is a 'thug,' perhaps we should first look at what made him become a so-called 'thug.'"

"Humph, here you go again, trying to change the subject." Colonel Strange snorted in his heart and curled his lips in disdain.

Dr. Turner ignored his subtle expression and continued, "Mr. Jamal's father, a postal clerk who had worked diligently for thirty years, was about to retire and enjoy his retirement when he was fired without cause due to a discriminatory 'institutional reform' and eventually died of depression. And before Jamal took to the streets, he had just watched his asthmatic sister die on the way to the hospital because he couldn't afford the high medical bills."

"After taking to the streets, did Mr. Washington do anything? Nothing! According to the surveillance footage at the time, Mr. Jamal Washington was just marching peacefully and did not do anything radical. He was then hit by Mr. Lincoln's car!"

"So, Colonel," Dr. Turner's voice remained calm, but beneath that calmness lay a cold edge that could pierce any disguise. "When a family has been subjected to this country's institutionalized, systemic oppression and injustice for a hundred years; when a young man has witnessed his loved ones die in despair, and all his protests and cries have fallen on deaf ears, with no change; when he wants to take to the streets to protest peacefully and make his voice heard, but is ruthlessly crushed by the mob..."

"You tell me, is it really a sin for him to take up arms and fight against the vandals who had cornered him and were singing racist anthems?"

"Colonel, you have to understand one thing: the first person to use violence was not Jamal Washington, but Mr. Lincoln! Even if he drove into someone to save them, isn't that a brutal and inaccurate method?"

"No matter which state's laws are followed, Mr. Jamal Washington was acting in self-defense! On the contrary, Mr. James Lincoln, the man you boast about, is a murderer! The lightest charge he has is negligent homicide!"

These words, like the sharpest knife, instantly pierced through Colonel Strange's armor of patriotism and heroic narrative. The atmosphere in the studio froze.

The main dragon watched with great interest and almost clapped his hands in approval.

"Fight! Fight! Speak loudly! The louder the better! The bigger the waves, the more expensive the fish, and the more power I have in my wishes!"

[+5000 wishes, from the strong recognition and support for Colonel Strange from conservative people across the United States who watched this program!]

[+5000 wishes, coming from the strong recognition and support for Dr. Turner from liberal people across the United States who watched this program!]

"Tsk, this wish power... it comes really fast."

The main dragon yawned in satisfaction and turned his gaze away from the TV to the other side of the room.

There, two girls were busy.

The main dragon is strange, how can they be so energetic? They are not sleepy after playing all night?

Oh, and probably the supernatural powers not only gave them great strength, but also improved their physical fitness and energy.

That's fine.

Tifa and Jingxue had already neatly booked their flights back to New York—of course, using the untraceable encrypted channels provided by Atlas and three new, impeccable fake identities. At that moment, one of them was sorting clothes, while the other was packing the scattered toiletries and electronic devices, sorting them into three suitcases of different colors and styles.

Their movements were swift and their coordination was perfect, just like a pair of good friends who had known each other for many years.

"Oh..." The dragon master looked at their busy backs, yawned again, stretched his body, and stood up from the sofa.

"Um...how about I help?" He walked over to the two of them and tried to take the neatly folded T-shirts from Tifa.

However, before his hands could touch the pile of clothes, he was rudely pushed back onto the sofa by two pairs of slender but strong hands, one on the left and one on the right.

"no!"

"You sit down!"

Tifa and Jingxue spoke in unison, their tone filled with unquestionable determination.

"Ah, okay."

The main dragon could only spread his hands helplessly and slumped back into the sofa with peace of mind, like a lazy lion watching two lionesses working diligently.

He stared at the ceiling boredly, silently thinking about another thing in his mind.

"Speaking of the two people I chose... hehe, I'm really... pretty lucky."

When he gave them power before, he just chose them based on the TV screen and his intuition that "these two people look pleasing to the eye and suitable for causing trouble."

But before going to bed last night, when he used Anduriel's intelligence system to dig deeper into the backgrounds of these two people, he found that he had struck gold this time.

No matter it was luck or the deliberate arrangement of Gaia's dream, the origins behind these two unlucky guys who seemed to be "not even illuminated by the light of the lower levels of the Lighthouse Country" were much deeper and more complicated than he had imagined!

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75 (Part 1). The Greenwood Tragedy and the Roar of the Black Panther!

North of Tulsa, Oklahoma.

Jamal Washington roamed the land.