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Chapter 383 The Sun of Xida Falls (13)

Beverly Estate in Los Angeles.

A tall blond man hurriedly put on a coat, and surrounded by several bodyguards in suits, he hurriedly left the magnificent lobby behind him and got into a Rolls-Royce Phantom.

The interior of the luxury car was quite spacious. The blond man's face was pale and his eyes were dark, obviously he had not had enough rest.

Tramps was a little tired. At his age, he was forced to interrupt his happy time with some blonde wavy girls.

This is his only hobby. Compared with those perverts in the Donkey Party who like little boys, his aesthetic taste has always been classical.

Tramps was a member of the American "Congress" and the most determined leader of the "King Faction".

A year and a half ago, the "King Faction" headed by him launched a purge of "localists" and "conservatives".

It is not only a purge of the diehards in Area 51, but also a purge of the political circles and financial groups.

With the support of King's organization and personal participation, the last of the American establishment's strength disappeared.

After that battle, there was no more opposition to the King on the American continent.

Area 51 is officially controlled by the King [Preacher].

The Tramps family previously had a huge influence within the Elephant Party, and now they have completely tied their political power to the king. Through the deterrence of the king's organization, they have become the uncrowned king of America.

His power far exceeded that of any previous president, and he controlled both the House and Senate, the courts, finance, and the military.

He also founded the M Party that belonged to him alone and fixed the bug that the earth has only one sun.

The sun rises in the west!
Of course, all of this comes from the King's organization.

Some time ago, the King's Organization discovered traces of the Grim Reaper.

Missionaries gather some ghost handlers to hunt down the Grim Reaper.

But during the roundup, they were disrupted by a group of ghost riders from the East.

Faced with the Orientals who had crossed the line, the King's organization launched a hunt for them without hesitation, and Tramps also ordered the army to attack them.

He reached out and took the hot towel handed to him by the bodyguard and wiped his face. He said to a man in a suit beside him, "Swan, why are you in such a hurry to evacuate?"

"Mr. Tramps, the intensity of their attack has exceeded the limit." Swan, the man in the suit, said seriously.

"Huh?" Tramps was a little surprised. "I remember it was only one day?"

It was clear that he had just instructed the army to launch a military attack on them a day ago.

"Mr. Tramps, the King Organization and the FBI have sent us the latest intelligence." Swan handed over a document.

Tramps took it and began to flip through it quickly. After just a few pages, he couldn't help but his face changed suddenly.

Swan said seriously, "In the past twenty-four hours, thirty strongholds in North America have been destroyed."

"The headquarters of the 'Financial Circle' on Long Island was wiped out by a long-range electromagnetic cannon-like weapon."

"The thirteen principals of San Francisco's 'High Table' were crushed beneath a massive mountain of gold and all perished."

"Including the Black Priest, the Mermaid, the Sculptor and other six ghost riders, all died."

"Electromagnetic gun? Golden Mountain?"

Tramps was shocked, and the report in his hand was crumpled.

"They did all this?"

"Where's the King's Organization?!"

"The King's Organization suffered heavy losses." Swann looked solemn.

"Fake news!" Tramps yelled.

"This has been confirmed." Swan said solemnly.

"Impossible." Tramps couldn't believe it and continued to flip through the pages.

The King's organization ruled Europe, Africa, South Asia, and the Americas.

But in North America, the King Organization has the most kings and the strongest power.

Tramps was not worried about the Orientals at all.

But the results were unexpected.

Death, death, and death.

A large number of kings were killed.

The ghost-control team led by the missionary was completely wiped out.

The cowboy and the butcher are confirmed dead, and the horror apartment is out of control.

Even the King Organization Research Center in the northwest was burned to the ground.

A large number of evil spirits disappeared.

It would be fine if it was just a fight between ghost riders.

Not only that, that group of Eastern ghost riders actually used the banner of the [Emperor] organization to attack the secular forces that supported the King's organization.

They even produced Area 51's commission and gained a group of supporters who had been suppressed before.

The establishment is showing signs of making a comeback.

They began to kill kings and their supporters in North America.

They started killing people with complete disregard for international opinion.

This is something Tramps can never tolerate!
"Damn it!" Tramps's face looked extremely ugly.

"Were these all done by those ghost riders from the East?"

He didn't doubt their strength.

Instead, they thought of an Oriental man who had a great influence on their family.

The panic and fear in my heart began to spread like a tide.

His grandfather was also a top ghost rider during World War II and was known as the No. 1 ghost rider in America.

The name of the Ghost Knight is enough to stand on par with the Hanged Man of the Bear Country and the Sister of Death of Britain.

At that time, my grandfather went to Hiroshima to participate in the first World Ghost Riders Conference, preparing to rebuild the world order.

But at that conference, he was beaten to death in public.

The man who killed him was called Zhang Dong.

Coming from an Eastern country that was still weak at that time.

Don't become a ghost rider.

No travel to the East.

Don't make enemies with people with the surname Zhang.

These three last words have been passed down as family mottos to this day, causing Tramps to always harbor fear and hatred towards the country in the East.

Especially since he didn't know whether Zhang Dong, the strongest ghost rider, was still alive. The reason why he supported the King's Organization so much was because the captain promised him that he would launch the Ark Project to completely destroy the East.

After all, in his opinion, the captain's supernatural powers were already terrifying enough, so how could he lose to Zhang Dong?

"Satellite records show that a large-scale supernatural event occurred in the wilderness near Model, Kansas." Swan turned to the second page of the report.

"That's the ghost personification research institute we're collaborating with the King's Organization."

Satellite images show that in a short period of time, at least an 8 magnitude earthquake, as well as storms, fires and other disasters occurred in that wasteland covering several square kilometers.

No one escaped, all were killed.

Tramps fell silent.

That place is strong enough to defend against a nuclear explosion of more than 1000 million tons, and there is even a ghost rider and a large number of troops stationed there.

But it disappeared in an instant.

Tramps has a high-ranking contact in the Asian Criminal Police Headquarters. There is no such powerful ghost rider in that country in the East.

Where on earth did these people come from?

Tramps was a little unpredictable.

No matter what, your own safety is the most important.

"Apply for the maximum protection from the King's Organization." Tramps decided immediately.

Of course, the King's Organization is not his subordinate, but the King who dominates him.

Every time you ask for their help, you have to pay a huge price.

"I understand." Swann was obviously prepared and handed over another document.

"This is the list of ghost riders I invited in advance. Please take a look."

"Well done." Tramps was a politician after all, and he immediately regained the composure of a person in power.

The autonomous customs and practices of the American states dictate that they will have a large number of local organizations.

The same is true for ghost handlers. There are at least a hundred ghost handler organizations of various sizes across the United States.

A small number of organizations can barely protect the country and the people, but most of them are mercenary organizations.

Many times, major forces including consortiums will habitually cooperate with these organizations.

The original Area 51 was unable to unify all forces, and the King Organization, which is now completely indifferent, is even less able to do so.

The people on this list are all experienced ghost riders.

Among these ghost handlers, there is even one who has the ability to handle A-level supernatural events, which is enough to show the impact of this incident on the Tramps family.

You should know that even in the United States, there are not many ghost hunters who can handle B-level supernatural events alone.

Not to mention the ghost riders who are capable of handling Class A incidents. Such people were the backbone of the force even when Area 51 still existed.

Currently, there are only ten ghost riders of this level in the United States.

Of course, this does not include the King Organization.

They are the true masters above all else.

Tramps looked out the window and saw that the convoy had entered a private road. He couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

“When will they be in place?”

"Don't worry, Mr. Tramps, some of them are already in place, and the rest are on the way." Swan comforted.

"Your safety will be protected to the greatest extent possible."

"I know." Tramps's frown remained on his face, and his expression became even uglier.

“But I don’t know why, but I always feel that there are so many of us gathered together.”

He knew a lot about ghost riders, so he naturally knew what to do when facing a top ghost rider.

Numbers are not an advantage.

"Please don't worry, sir." Swan said respectfully, "Given the limited manpower of high-level ghost riders, dispersing them will only increase the danger."

"And we are about to enter the manor owner's territory."

"It's impossible for the other party to have the ability to break into the manor owner's terrifying manor and kill us."

"If they can do it, it would be no different from a miracle in today's world of the supernatural." Swann showed his dry humor at the right time.

"I think--"

Pfft!

A handful of smelly, warm liquid suddenly splashed onto Swan's face, interrupting him from saying anything else.

Trump, who was alive and well just now, is the uncrowned king of America and the ruler of countless people.

At this moment, it has become a headless corpse.

Swann's mind went blank. He could only dry heave physiologically while frantically wiping the blood off his face with a towel that had been used by Tramps before.

He could hear the screams of the bodyguards around him, and the direction and speed of the vehicle he was riding in were confused.

But this is not the scariest thing.

Swan also heard more screams coming from outside the car.

The entire convoy fell into chaos at the same time.

Explosions and wailing.

But soon, it became quiet.

Swan put down the blood-soaked towel with trembling hands. He twisted his neck mechanically and looked at the bodyguards' vehicles outside the window.

A man appeared beside the exploded and twisted vehicle.

Holding a flaming spear, he nailed a revived evil spirit to the ground.

Beside him, several ghost riders recruited by Swan were lying in a mess.

He seemed to notice Swann's gaze and turned to look at him.

"Ah, look what I found."

"There's still one survivor."

He grinned, beneath his scarlet lips.

What comes into view is a scene like hell.

In the moment of darkness, Swann understood.

The true God has come!

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(End of this chapter)