Zuo Dao Becomes a God Starting from American Horror

Chapter 148 Escape? Sacrifice Administration
A phone call from his grandfather made Louis' heart sink to the bottom.

This matter is indeed not so easy to end.

Louis took a deep breath and made up his mind.

"I know, Grandfather."

"Well, no matter what, the family will protect you."

The phone hangs up.

Louis' eyes flashed coldly. This was the powerlessness of a sorcerer in the face of a collective. Didn't those sorcerers in ancient times dare to take action against the dynasty? But at the end of the dynasty, many of them caused trouble.

Facing the entire United States, I probably don't have the ability to directly confront it now, but...

As for whether or not to escape, let's first see the level of the people coming down.

Louis had no resistance in his heart. After all, he was not a young man with ambition. In traditional stories, every sorcerer had been chased by mortals before he rose to power, but in the end, he paid a heavy price.

Jingle Bell.

The phone rang again, this time it was my second uncle in the prison above.

……

Just as Louis was making various preparations.

The Orlando Police Department has been inundated with calls.

The chief scratched his head and kept explaining to the person on the other end of the phone, "Yes, yes, don't worry, we have more than enough police force. We've already sent someone over."

"Although the apartment building did not hire a fire service, we still asked the fire department to extinguish the fire in accordance with the governor's instructions, and now we have found out what happened."

"What? The Authority?"

The director's face changed, and he said why the governor suddenly asked about this matter and even provided funds for the fire department to put out the fire in this apartment that did not purchase fire service. It turned out that he was waiting here.

Yes, this is obviously related to the mysterious incident, and the commotion is so big that it has slightly violated the unspoken rules. It is no wonder that the management bureau would step in.

But these guys are coming...

The director, who had heard some rumors, looked unhappy.

Because Orlando is going to bleed heavily.

Regardless of their abilities, the fact that those guys are greedy and take advantage of others is widely known among the local officials, especially those who are on field duty, who are like hyenas.

However, when a mysterious incident occurs that cannot be covered up, the Administration's temporary authority is higher than theirs. This is a document signed by the White House, and he is nominally unable to resist.

This means that when the other party arrives, the initiative is no longer in his hands.

Snapped.

The phone hangs up.

The nearest field agent from the Administration had already set off before he called him, and they were probably almost there by now. After all, what was their authority at this time...

The director's face twitched, "Sacrifice Management Bureau..."

He began to call his subordinates and some local capitalists who were on good terms with him.

……

apartment.

At this time, the fire on the surface had been put out, but the residual flames still came out from the cracks from time to time. It was difficult to completely extinguish a house fire like this in a short period of time. They could only continue to pour water, trying to soak the inside of the material to make the combustibles ineffective.

At this time.

Five military Humvees broke through the police cordon with arrogance, rushed in, and stopped in a drift zone with smoke.

The policemen were furious and were about to go up to show him the power of American Iai when they were stopped by the sheriff. This sheriff happened to be the female sheriff who investigated the incident at Carrie's school that day.

Snapped!
The car door opens and closes.

More than twenty soldiers armed with live ammunition walked down from above, as well as five middle-aged men and women in black suits and black sunglasses, who were obviously trying to be cool. They also had a badge hanging on their chest with the words "Sacrifice administration", abbreviated as SA, written on it.

The sheriff came over. Even though the chief had called, she couldn't help but want to show off her power and started to speak sarcastically, "SA? What kind of organization are you? You're really powerful. Did the White House know about this?"

Among the five men in black suits, one glanced at her directly and stayed. "Sheriff, if you can't speak, please shut up. Listen to me, rapping is not your forte, unless you are black."

"Hey, you're racist!"

"Oh, again, you're not black, so this is useless..."

"Shet!"

Three of the other four men in black suits had already entered the apartment with soldiers, searching around with compass-like objects in their hands.

The other one stayed on the street, with two soldiers by his side, watching everywhere.

soon.

The man in the black suit on the street made a discovery: there was an abnormal reaction under this giant stone ball.

tick tock...

The instrument in his hand issued a light red alarm.

He started talking into the intercom, "Captain, we've found something."

The man in the black suit, who was still discussing with the female sheriff what other privileges black people still had, nodded and said, "Sorry, ma'am, I have things to do. Maybe we can have a drink after get off work."

"Maybe." The man in the black suit shrugged and came to the stone ball.

Soon, with his sharp eyes, he discovered a piece of cuticle under the stone ball, "Hey, look what I found."

Pick it up with tweezers and place it in a glass jar.

"It doesn't look like a vampire, nor does it look like a wendigo. Is it a demon? Or some kind of monster?"

The captain touched his chin. According to his experience, this kind of corpse-like monster that can cause such a big noise is usually a powerful physical monster.

At this time, a voice came from the intercom, "Captain, Captain, the ceremony has been discovered, the ceremony has been discovered."

"Oh, what a cult! It's these bastards who deserve to go to hell again. Shit!" The captain became obviously angry and irritated.

The expressions of his companions beside him also turned grim. If you ask why, it is because they have to deal with too many incidents of cultism. Not only are these incidents numerous and complicated, but there are always some things left behind, which makes it quite troublesome to deal with them.

Maybe they will have to go to the psychological department for disinfection and observation for another week.

But the two men and the soldiers quickly entered the apartment and looked at the sparks that occasionally appeared in the corners and cracks. "Fire? Did they really summon a demon?"

The captain's expression became serious, and he hurried upstairs. At the same time, he took out a black and gold pistol and checked the magazine. The black and gold bullets inside looked very strange.

Soon, they arrived at the top floor and saw the pentagram painted on the ground at first sight. Although the painting was a bit ugly and not in line with the regulations, the placement of candles and bloodstains in the room were all in line with their usual style.

There was also a dried corpse next to it that had been drained of blood.

When the team member handed him a can of green powder, he looked at the green powder and asked, "Processed...moth powder?"

"team leader?"

"Where's the resident information here?"

"We've already checked. This was a building owned by two brothers, but in early February of this year, it was suddenly taken over by a woman. After investigation, it turned out to be a Mexican woman who had illegally entered the country. She paid bribes to the committee and used the sign of women's mutual aid to recruit tenants."

“The investigation is not yet complete, but the tenants to be recruited have not yet been found.”

"The more I listen, the more it sounds like a cult sacrifice."

The captain muttered to himself.

"And this mummified corpse has been confirmed to be a Mexican woman, but I don't know why she died like this. The mouth looks like a vampire's, but the size of the tooth holes doesn't match."

The team member next to him added, "We also found traces of the Mothman in the inner room on the first floor. The living furnishings and food inside are completely consistent with the behavior of the Mothman."

The captain's eyes twitched. Mothman was a special kind of monster. He didn't expect that there would be such a thing as it. It seemed that things were getting troublesome.

"Let's go down and see if there are any other clues."

When we got downstairs, we found the police gathered together, not knowing what they were doing. The female police captain came over and said, "Here's the resident list. Also, there's a bone pit behind the apartment building. It's filled with the remains of various women, all of whom are missing tenants."

"Also, there's a part of the body missing, and I happen to have had contact with the owner of this missing body."

The captain's eyebrows jumped.

The female sheriff pointed at Carrie on the list with a serious expression.

"Haha, I guess what happened." The captain sneered.

Soon, the state machinery was put into action, and information about the Mexican woman's relatives, recent whereabouts, and Carrie came out.

Especially Louis and his team’s vehicles. Although there is little surveillance in America, it does not mean that there is none.

"Come on, we should go here."

……

soon.

Rebirth prison.

Five Hummers and a police car pulled up to the door.

The captain fell into deep thought as he looked at the instrument in his hand, which was buzzing rapidly and flashing crimson lights.

Is this a place where demons gather?

For a moment, he didn't even dare to get close.

Among the surrounding bushes, wisps of straw spread on the ground. A pair of dark eyes watched them from among the bushes, sickles in their hands ready.

"Captain? Aren't you going in?"

The team members next to him looked confused. According to the previous procedures, when facing these capitalists who were hiding something and might have something on them, wouldn't they just rush in and give them a warning?
What happened this time?
The captain was silent for a moment, "Let's not go in yet, give them a call."

ten minutes later.

Wearing gold-rimmed glasses, the gentle Yasen came out with a group of people.

The people behind him were all tall and strong, and looked very fierce. It was obvious that they had killed someone. They were carrying batons and pistols, and there were also equally tall and mighty fierce dogs with drooling mouths at their feet. The last few people even had submachine guns in their hands!
"Hahaha, my friend, you're here."

Yasen walked up enthusiastically and shook the captain's hand. The captain instantly got into the role and became enthusiastic as well. The two talked to each other like friends who had not seen each other for many years.

Soon, they were welcomed in.

However, after walking in, the dripping sound on the captain's body became louder and more rapid. Yassen glanced at it and asked, "What is this?"

The captain's mouth twitched wildly. "Nothing. There are too many idiots in the department. They don't know anything and just come to me. Well, you know, people under my command are like this."

Having said that, he calmly turned off the machine.

(End of this chapter)