American Horror Story, Starting from Falls Town

Chapter 352 Presbyterian Church
Suddenly, a strange man wearing black-rimmed glasses appeared and kicked all five men in black to the ground.

"Claire, are you alright?"

Claire was initially puzzled as to who the man was, but upon hearing the familiar voice, she realized who he was.

That's right, the hero who appears at this moment is none other than our protagonist, Roy!

"Roy?"

"it's me."

Claire's face lit up with surprise, but then she began to worry.

"Watch out! These guys aren't afraid of bullets, and they're armed!"

Aren't you afraid of bullets?
At this moment, the men in black who had just been kicked down by Roy had already stood up.

Well, Roy definitely held back 99% of his strength just now. After all, with his current strength attributes, he could easily kick an ordinary person to pieces if he used a little more force, and it wouldn't look good if Claire was covered in blood.

However, it's not a problem for an ordinary person to lie comfortably on the ground for a while, but the fact that these people were able to get up so quickly clearly indicates something is wrong.

"Where did this bastard come from, daring to interfere with our work!"

One of the men in black, whose body was riddled with bullet holes, stood up cursing and glared fiercely at Roy.

This guy has a weird accent, and more importantly, he has a foul mouth.

"what did you just say?"

Roy's eyes turned dangerous.

"I said……"

boom!
Of course, Roy wasn't going to let this guy repeat the swear words he just swore. He immediately entered Ghost Wolf mode and used his super explosive power to appear in front of the guy almost instantly, shoving the guy's head into the wall.

This series of actions caught everyone else completely off guard. The men in black had originally wanted to watch a show, but instead they ended up watching their own people suffer, which was quite ironic.

"Whose people are you?"

Brushing the dust off his hands, Roy looked at the remaining men in black and began to question them.

These men in black are clearly superhumans, and an organized group at that.

In reality, there are only a handful of organized superhumans or superhuman organizations. The cabin Roy encountered before, and Amacham, can both be considered superhuman organizations.

However, these organizations are essentially ordinary people who have acquired some extraordinary powers; the majority of them are still ordinary people.

There aren't many organizations that can actually send out several extraordinary individuals directly; only some demon king cults and witch alliances can do that.

The remaining men in black, seeing the strength Roy had just displayed, were somewhat wary and retreated.

One of the men in black reluctantly negotiated with Roy.

“My friend, we are Lord Valentine’s men. We only wanted to take this girl away and had no intention of being your enemy. I apologize for my companion’s actions. How about we let this go?”

Their tone of voice has changed; it's not just a typical case of bullying the weak and fearing the strong.

Roy shook his head and answered in a resolute tone.

"Sorry, this girl is my friend. No one can take her away without her consent! And who does Valentine think he is?"

Roy genuinely had never heard of Valentine; at least give him a title.
Hearing Roy's words, Claire felt a surge of security and suddenly understood why Mary had fallen in love with Roy.

"That's offending!"

If negotiations fail, then action is the only option.

The remaining 10 men in black drew their guns, ready to fire, when they heard another voice behind them.

"So that's why there was suddenly an extra head on the back wall. Oh, it's you, Mr. Black."

The voice sounds familiar, like it belongs to some dangerous person?

The shadows in the alley couldn't block Roy's dark vision in his Ghost Wolf form, so he saw a handsome face.

It was Lucifer!

So this is the back alley of Time Bar?
Roy's lips twitched; these men in black were really unlucky.

“Mr. Lucifer, I’m sorry, I didn’t know this was behind your bar.”

"It's alright, I was just a bit bored anyway, and I didn't expect to be able to watch such a good show."

Lucifer crossed his arms, glanced at Claire, and a strange expression suddenly appeared on his face.

The two chatted as if no one else was around, which infuriated the men in black. Their guns seemed to have become mere sticks, utterly ineffective as a deterrent.

There's a limit to how much you can underestimate people!

Roy turned his gaze back to the man in black who had spoken.

"So what if I underestimated you?"

"Fire!"

Ten pistols fired at Roy simultaneously, leaving him with virtually no room to hide in the narrow alley.

But Roy casually dodged all the bullets amidst the hail of bullets, which finally made the man in black panic.

"Go together!"

Since the pistols weren't working, the men in black prepared to fight Roy in close combat. These guys all bared their blue faces and fangs, which scared Claire into shrinking into a ball.

"So they're vampires."

Roy was somewhat surprised, because so far he had only seen a few vampires at the Sangeviki bar in America.

It seems that vampires in this world mainly live in Europe, and there are basically none in America.

Or perhaps most vampires are concentrated on Wall Street?
There's not much to say about the battle itself. With Roy's current strength, dealing with a few low-level vampires shouldn't be a problem.

Claire blinked and found the battle was over; several men in black had embedded themselves into the walls and ground in various ways.

However, this time Roy didn't shove the vampire into the back wall of the Time Bar to avoid trouble.

(Action director, Jerry's cousin)
"nailed it."

Roy brushed some dust off his clothes, his expression very relaxed. The battle he had just fought was hardly a warm-up for him.

Only 2% of his power is needed for Roy to defeat all the vampires.

Lucifer clapped his hands from a distance.

"Well done, Mr. Blake. How about we grab a drink at the bar?"

Roy immediately took a step back warily. Could this Lucifer really have some special hobbies?
Seemingly noticing Roy's strange look, Lucifer seemed a little puzzled.

"Mr. Black, why are you looking at me like that?"

"Mr. Lucifer, can you answer a question for me?"

"Please say."

Do you have any special preferences?

Although Lucifer had only been in the human world for a short time, he understood Roy's meaning, and his face immediately fell.

"You bastard, what are you saying!"

For a moment, a slight tremor ran through the alley, and the air seemed to freeze, making Claire feel suffocated.

Why is he so angry? Could it be that I've misunderstood Lucifer? "Wait a minute, Mr. Lucifer! It's because I've seen some stories about you before, which has led to some misunderstandings!"

"Those are all stories made up by bored people!"

Lucifer gets angry whenever this is mentioned; it's a completely unjust tarnished reputation.

Of all the demon lords, Lucifer has the most legends and stories, and there is a lot of inappropriate content in them.

However, now that Roy knows Lucifer's orientation is probably not a problem, asking him for a drink is most likely just out of boredom.

After all, a demon king of hell probably doesn't have many friends, while Lucifer's known friend Adrian likes to travel all over the world.

“Mr. Lucifer, once I’ve settled things here, I’ll come to your bar for a drink.”

Lucifer nodded, his expression softening.

Just then, the sound of sirens came from afar, and the Los Angeles Police Department finally arrived, albeit belatedly.

Lucifer, fearing trouble, simply disappeared, leaving only Roy, Claire, and 11 unconscious vampires in the alley.

"LAPD, drop your weapons immediately and put your hands behind your head!"

Several police officers rushed into the alley with guns drawn, watching Roy nervously.

Roy had already prepared his identification and showed it to the Los Angeles police.

"I'm an FEA agent, and the FEA has taken over this case!"

Upon hearing this, several police officers frowned, seemingly displeased.

Since it has been confirmed that two Los Angeles police officers were shot and killed by the perpetrator, the Los Angeles Police Department will definitely want to handle the perpetrator themselves.

The problem is, these thugs are no ordinary thugs.

Roy called Saltana in front of the police, and soon the police officers' superiors issued orders for them to evacuate the scene.

Although the Los Angeles police officers were somewhat reluctant, they had no choice but to obey orders and leave the scene.

As mentioned before, the FEA's status rose sharply due to the major battles during the Dead Silence event.

The FEA is now ranked on par with the IRS (American Internal Revenue Service) and the Pentagon within the federal government.

That's what the FBI and CIA can't handle, but I'll handle it anyway. I'll do it first and ask permission later, with special permission from the White House. That's the FEA.

The Los Angeles Police Department dares to stand up to the FBI and CIA, but they certainly wouldn't dare to confront the IRS or the Pentagon head-on.

Only then did Roy have time to check on Claire's condition.

"Claire, are you alright?"

Claire seemed to have just come to her senses, looking at Roy in a daze.

"Am I dreaming?"

For an ordinary girl who has lived in the normal world for the past 20 years, what just happened is indeed like a dream.

Roy stepped forward, helped Claire up, and patted her cheek.

"Wake up! This is not the time to talk nonsense. You'd better think about why these vampires captured you!"

These vampires are clearly deliberately tracking Claire, and there must be some purpose behind it. They can't just be looking at Claire and want to take her back as a snack, can they?

Claire then realized her current predicament, but she didn't actually know anything. It wasn't until the men in black revealed their true forms that she understood that those who were tracking her were vampires, not gangsters.

"I... I don't know either! Just now, when I was under the Ferris wheel, I suddenly received a call from my mother. She said that I was in a dangerous situation and told me to find a safe place to hide and wait for her to come and find me."

There's one more thing Claire didn't say: her mother Jocelyn told her not to trust anyone, but Claire felt that Roy was someone she could trust.

"I see! That does seem a bit strange!"

Roy frowned as he looked at the unconscious vampires. It seemed he would have to interrogate them to find out what had happened.

Thank goodness I didn't kill him!
Saltana quickly arrived at the scene with FEA agents.

Saltana has now been reinstated and, because of her relationship with Roy, is deeply trusted by Gerald, who entrusts her with many important tasks.

However, Saltana's work has become very busy and stressful as a result.

"Sister Saltana, you look very tired?"

Roy noticed that Saltana had very dark circles under her eyes, which wasn't the last time he saw her.

"Don't even mention it! Lately, it seems like vampires from Eastern Europe have gone crazy trying to smuggle themselves into California. I'm so busy!"

Saltana looked utterly helpless.

"Eastern European vampires? I thought their accents sounded strange too. Could they be vampires who smuggled themselves in?"

Upon hearing this, Saltana walked over to a vampire, unbuttoned his collar, and nodded after seeing a tattoo on his neck.

"They are indeed vampires from Eastern Europe, all of them members of the Elder Council."

What is the purpose of the Elders' Council?

Claire looked at Saltana with curiosity.

Saltana seemed to have just noticed Claire and couldn't help but glance at her a couple more times.

"Roy, is this girl your new girlfriend?"

These words made Claire blush slightly, but surprisingly, she didn't feel much resentment; in fact, she felt a little pleased.

"Don't talk nonsense! She's Mary's best friend and a party involved in this incident. These vampires seem to be after Claire."

Saltana was somewhat surprised.

"Is there such a thing?"

Saltana then explained the situation regarding the Council of Elders.

The vampires of this world originated from Cain, the son of Adam. Cain was cursed by God for murdering his brother, becoming an immortal being who could not be exposed to sunlight and could only live on blood.

Therefore, Cain was the first vampire.

Because of his loneliness, Cain found a way to create his own offspring, the second generation of vampires.

The second-generation vampire created 13 more descendants, becoming the third-generation vampires.

Then, after God washed the world with a great flood, Cain, the progenitor of vampires, mysteriously disappeared.

Then, the third-generation vampires betrayed the second-generation vampires, wiped out all the second-generation vampires, and divided the inheritance equally to form 13 vampire clans.

After the great flood, most of the supernatural beings were wiped out, and the vampires, who were originally only of average strength and had very obvious weaknesses, actually became the dominant species for a time.

In the early stages of human history, a terrible dark dynasty was created, enslaving and domesticating humankind.

Fortunately, this period of time did not last long. An angel in heaven could not stand by and watch, so he descended to earth and carried out a great purge of the vampires. This angel was Gabriel.

It can be said that Gabriel is the vampire's greatest nemesis.

After that, the vampires became much more restrained. Although they would still do some inhuman things, they no longer dared to be so blatant.

The turning point came in modern times, when human technology became increasingly advanced, which greatly frightened vampires.

After all, even a third-generation vampire would die from a nuclear bomb.

Thus, in order to resolve the internal conflicts among vampires and to unite them in negotiations with humans, the Vampire Elders Council was born.

(End of this chapter)