People are wreaking havoc in Tokyo, ladies, please stay put!

"Don't worry, I started planning this three years ago." Demi Blackrock stretched out her hand and gestured at the scene in front of her.

It seems as if it wants to firmly grasp this rich beach in its own hands.

She turned around and said:

"Three years ago, I reported to the California government my withdrawal from the insurance market, citing financial losses and high negative rates, and received approval."

"Only a few insurance companies in which we hold a small stake are still renewing policies here, but the premiums are very low, and the companies are very small. Even if they go bankrupt due to this loss, we won't lose much..."

"Compared to what I earned this time... that's insignificant..."

"Very good..." Michaela Cohen nodded, closed her beautiful eyes, and raised her hands flatly:

Holy flame, blazing flame of justice!

[You are the eternal light that appears among the thorns, illuminating the darkness of people's hearts with your unquenchable brilliance! ]

May this fire serve as a warning to the stubborn and burn away lies and injustice!

【Because your anger comes from deep love, your destruction is to rebuild life! 】

Amen!

In the Jewish world.

Another beam of high-energy particles shot out.

Fly over Los Angeles.

It dispersed into several beams of light and fell into the mountains and forests.

Suddenly.

Several large fires broke out.

"What a wonderful sight!" Demi Blackrock took off her baseball cap and adjusted her hair. "Praise the Almighty!"

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Fang Zuo stood at the entrance of the tunnel, looking at the bustling scene inside with people bustling around.

He could imagine that this black market was huge.

Because there is a black market for this kind of exchange in the country.

There are even a few huge ones.

For example, the Fengdu Ghost Market in Sichuan.

But with the lack of spiritual energy, it has gradually shrunk.

It's not nearly as huge as this.

It runs vertically through 7 underground floors, with a total depth of about meters.

Extending horizontally from the Port of Los Angeles to the San Gabriel Valley, the total length of underground tunnels exceeds 50 kilometers, equivalent to 1/3 of the surface road network.

And the part that has been utilized now is already huge enough.

Natural caves are intertwined with artificial concrete domes, stalactites drip rusty red water droplets, and glowing moss is embedded in the cracks.

The top is also inlaid with colorful glass fragments from various churches.

It sparkles under the illumination of bright LED light strips.

There is a huge ventilation system all around.

A fan with blades as big as a basketball court was turning slowly, expelling the turbid air inside.

within the space.

Buildings made of various containers and boulders are arranged in an orderly manner.

Either leaning against a rock or sitting next to the street.

Thousands of people were milling about among the buildings and vendors.

The people in it are all weird and many of them have appeared in various movies and TV shows.

"Let me see which of our most distinguished guests has arrived." A white man wearing a top hat and a black suit approached, waving a cane. "Isn't this Miss Chiba from last time?"

"What's the matter? What do you need today? Can anyone from our tribe help you?" The white man took off his hat and saluted, then put it back on.

His face was extremely pale, and his eyes were deeply sunken and bloodshot.

"I want to get an official North American ID that can be entered into the government system. Does your Dracula family have any way?" Chiba Iori frowned.

"Ahaha! Miss Chiba, you're joking. There's no way our clan can infiltrate this kind of place." The white man shook his head. "If you need anything else, please come to us."

As he spoke, he walked into the building next to the tunnel entrance, holding his ceremonial staff.

The emblem of the building has two fangs.

Fang Zuo noticed that all the other buildings seemed to have their own flags and emblems.

Used to indicate the power to which one belongs.

That white man was obviously a so-called vampire.

Both Furukawa Miu and Zhou Yuanyan mentioned this when they were in Tokyo.

These vampires, elves, and other miscellaneous races are largely the result of genetic mutations in human evolution.

Maybe.

They could also be the descendants left behind after experiments conducted by powerful people from the other two continents before the four continents were broken apart.

Not far from this building is a small church built with huge square stones.

"Do Judaism and Protestantism allow these 'heretics' to act so freely?" Fang Zuo put his hands behind his back and looked down at the bustling and noisy scene in the tunnel.

"Don't movies and TV dramas portray the two sides as irreconcilable? Now it seems quite harmonious."

Chiba Iori smiled and said, "Religion has long been in decline...Nowadays, those people who only eat and sleep, sleep and eat, if you ask them to believe in religion, they would rather play games."

"Maybe they're more interested in vampires or wizards..."

"Besides, sometimes it is more convenient for religion to do things if these 'heretics' are left behind..."

"Decades ago, Protestants often accused government officials of heresy, but as the government became more powerful, they no longer dared to do so."

"Let's go down."

Chiba Iori took Fang Zuo's arm and walked down.

Along the way, all kinds of strange creatures came up to them from time to time and asked if they needed anything.

But when they heard that they had to get an official identity from the American government, they all gave up.

Fang Zuo even saw a few people who, like Makihui, had a trace of Asura blood in them.

Think of the small worlds in the void.

Perhaps it was the experimental site opened up by those powerful people in ancient times.

But now they have all left and no longer care about these things.

Or maybe.

These guys were originally a failure. They were supposed to be able to rival the naturally spiritual people of Jambudvīpa.

In their current state, the ancient powerful beings simply look down on them.

These strange forces left one after another after hearing the demands of Fang Zuo and the others.

Fang Zuo was a little surprised, based on the information he usually received and everything he had seen in North America in the past few days.

The efficiency of this local government is extremely lax. Logically speaking, the loopholes in the government system here are greater and easier to deal with.

But now it seems that I took it for granted.

"The US government's supervision is so strict? So many forces are unable to do anything about it?" Fang Zuo asked in surprise.

"Of course, this is the government's own business. How can we allow other chaotic forces to infiltrate it?" Chiba Iori shrugged. "In the past, immigrants used to invest real money in exchange for official status. Occasionally, some people with political asylum could stay."

"President Trump recently signed an order to no longer grant asylum to those who wish to stay. Those who wish to stay must pay $5 million to obtain official status."

"According to Elon Musk, this could generate trillions of dollars in revenue for the government."

"How could a moth possibly get into such a big cake..."

"Then why are we here..." Fang Zuo glanced at the woman beside him.

"Don't worry, the US government won't let any termites get in, but that won't prevent the termites already inside from being bribed by outsiders."

I pulled his big hand and walked inside.

After passing the encampments of these chaotic races, we entered the western area of ​​the tunnel.

Instead, there are only humans here.

However, the three souls and seven spirits are extremely unstable, and the power of faith in their bodies is also mottled.

They look just like the cult members seen in Japan.

"These are all cults in North America." Chiba Iori's introduction confirmed Fang Zuo's idea.

"So many?" Fang Zuo looked at the emblem buildings. There were at least hundreds of them.

"This is still a small amount. The Washington government has cracked down on many things in the past few decades, but when the country was first founded, the constitution was amended under the intervention of Protestantism." Chiba Iori grabbed Fang Zuo and came to a building made up of more than ten containers.

The containers are painted with various scientific instruments, space objects, and even a yin-yang icon.

"You two, is there anything we Scientologists can help you with?" A middle-aged white man came up and said with a smile, looking at Fang Zuo and Chiba Iori with some joy.

"We need formal official identity from the American government. Is that possible?" Chiba Iori said.

"Of course, everyone knows that only Scientology can handle this, and it's the most reliable. We have members in the government." The middle-aged white man's smile widened. "My two distinguished guests, please call me Tim, Honest Tim."

"Excuse me, who is here to apply for official identification? This gentleman?"

Fang Zuo nodded.

"Please follow me." [Honest Man] Tim led Fang Zuo and the other two into the inner room and asked them to sit at the desk.

Then he poured two cups of coffee for them and sat on the other side of the table.

"Gentlemen, according to the rules, you must pay first. Of course, this isn't directed at you two, but it's always been our rule. I need to explain this to you two to avoid any misunderstandings." Tim said with a smile, "Of course, you can absolutely trust us."

"Okay." Fang Zuo nodded.

"This gentleman is really straightforward. You can try our coffee. It is a blend of mysterious oriental health plants and is good for your body." Tim turned around and took out a POS machine from behind.

A mysterious oriental health plant?

Fang Zuo looked down at the steaming coffee cup.

There are really things that I am familiar with.

A sneer flashed across his lips.

Chiba Iori, who was standing next to him, quietly pinched the inside of Fang's left thigh with her hand, signaling him not to drink.

then.

After Chiba Iori inserted Fang Zuo's card.

Tim operated it and a receipt came out.

Handing it over, "Please sign this, both of you. The funds are going to the auction of several artworks at the Los Angeles Museum of Art."

Fang Zuo took it and was about to sign without even looking at it.

"Wait..." Chiba Iori reached out to stop Fang Zuo, picked up the receipt, looked at it, and said sarcastically: "Since when did an official American identity cost 30 million US dollars..."

"Even the US government has several times less than you...Are you taking advantage of us?"

"President Trump's new decree has not been implemented yet. Can you two wait that long?" Tim showed a meaningful smile, and then another receipt was printed out.

His voice began to emit bewitching syllables: "You two, are you tired?...Sign it. After signing, you can have a good sleep..."

Chiba Iori suddenly felt his body soften, and he felt a little powerless, and his vision was a little blurry: "How could it be... We didn't drink coffee..."

"This coffee isn't for drinking, it's for smelling," Fang Zuo said calmly. "Combined with the potted plants next to it, the combination can cause hallucinations and restrict all abilities."

"Ah? This gentleman is very knowledgeable about this... No wonder you seem to have no reaction at all." Tim smiled and clapped his hands. "But you might suffer a lot from this... Honest Tim can't bear to see a customer suffer like this, so just sign it obediently."

Immediately, several sturdy white men came out from the inner room.