A person in Tokyo becomes a demon god

Chapter 259 Smith: I Want to Be a Good Person
"watt?!"

"Resident Evil. What kind of April Fool's joke is this?!"

"Ya Bai, is it not safe here either?"

"Damn it, I should have known!"

"This is terrible,"

As the world's largest metropolis, New York City is home to tens of millions of people, more than 40 percent of whom are immigrants. When they hear government announcements from radio, television, computers, cell phones, and watches, everyone is initially incredulous.

Then I rushed to the window and looked outside.

Traffic was congested on the streets, and horns blared incessantly. Many people simply abandoned their cars and started running on foot.

Thick black smoke was rising from the street in the distance, most likely from a car accident.

further away,
The familiar sound of gunfire could be heard intermittently in the wind.

Unless the whole world unites to stage a "Truman Show" for themselves, this kind of commotion is unlikely to happen. That, of course, means:
"Run!"

Countless people rushed out of their homes in a great hurry, carrying long guns and short-barreled weapons.

what?
Is the government telling everyone to stay home?
That shitty federal government! We'd be better off relying on our own people.

Countless people converged into a dark, surging 'river' as they fled along the street, leaving Lieutenant General Thomas of the American military, who witnessed the entire scene through a few security cameras, helplessly closing his eyes.

"Those bastards."

Damn donkeys!
They keep shouting about freedom and democracy.
At times like these, the drawbacks of freedom and democracy become apparent.

Very few people are willing to obey government orders, even if those orders are genuinely meant to save them.

The chaotic escape is an ideal way for the 'zombie virus' to spread.

"what?!"

"There are zombies here!"

"Retreat, retreat, retreat"

boom!boom!boom!boom!boom!
As the 'zombies,' with their mangled bodies and bluish-gray skin, yet running like the wind, appeared on the streets, chaos erupted among the crowd. Many people instinctively opened fire: whether they hit the 'zombies' or not is unknown, but quite a few passersby were accidentally injured.

"Die! Die together!"

The injured passersby, instead of holding fire sticks, began to retaliate by firing shots into the crowd.

Suddenly, many areas were thrown into chaos, especially Manhattan, the epicenter of the outbreak, which was in utter disarray.

Times Square, Wall Street, Central Park, the Empire State Building, and most of New York's landmark buildings are located here, making it the pride of America's "old money." Unfortunately, tonight is destined to be the day of its downfall.

Countless beings known as "mutants," who had evolved from ordinary corpses after devouring a great deal of flesh and blood, were speeding through the building.

They are as fast as galloping horses, strong enough to kill an ordinary person with a single punch, and can even run on buildings.

The once bustling streets have now become routes for countless people to flee!
Whether they were Upper East Side old-timers in evening gowns and high heels, Wall Street elites looking respectable, or celebrities, they were all mixed in with the crowd, rushing towards the Manhattan Bridge.

Manhattan is surrounded by water, so there are many bridges and tunnels, and ordinary people can only leave through these places.

Although the 'ordinary people' who can live here are all big shots in the eyes of ordinary people.

Da da da da~~~
The sound of helicopter rotors constantly cut through the sky.

Those are the truly top billionaires and powerful figures, fleeing the country on private jets.

Even celebrities and CEOs rarely own their own private jets: not only are private jets expensive, but the subsequent management, maintenance, and pilot fees are also huge expenses.

Most people still walk steadily: if just one car breaks down, it can render an entire street of vehicles immobile.

However, such a large crowd quickly attracted the attention of the 'mutants'.

"Roar----"

Several 'mutants', clinging tightly to the gaps in the building's glass with their hands and feet, set their sights on a group of refugees.

These 'mutants' raced up the skyscrapers and quickly caught up with the group.

"Come on!"

"I'll hold them off!"

Several men in the group turned around: not because they wanted to be heroes, but because their wives and children were right behind them.

boom!boom!boom!boom!
Since the return of the supernatural era, America has truly achieved 'everyone owns a gun'.

These men, who usually sit in offices, are only so-so at marksmanship.

Beyond twenty meters, the accuracy depends entirely on Yawei.

Let alone these 'mutants'?
Soon, they were pounced on by the 'mutants' that leaped down and torn to pieces amidst screams.

"dad,"

"Don't look back, run!"

The remaining women and children had already given it their all, but the average person's running speed was limited; no matter how much adrenaline was secreted, it would only increase endurance at most, not break through the limit: 12 seconds for 100 meters was the ceiling for an average person.

Moreover, these women and children are far from reaching the limit.

During the sprint, a young woman instinctively turned her head;

I want to see how things go.

What came into view was a figure suddenly lunging forward, its sharp claws rapidly magnifying in my pupils!

brush,

A strong wind howled past, followed by a loud bang.

There was nothing in front of me?
"What are you spacing out for?"

It wasn't until a voice rang out that the young woman, who had been standing frozen in place, came to her senses. Her eyes instinctively turned to the side, where she saw a man wearing a black leather jacket and jeans. He had pulled up his hood, obscuring his face.

Beneath his feet was a 'mutant' whose body had been stomped down from the center.

"roar,"

The force of the leaping creature had stomped on the man's chest, pressing his back against his waist; yet the 'mutant' was not dead and tried to turn and bite him.

"Be careful--"

Before the young woman could even warn him, the man had already raised his other foot and stomped down heavily.

Pfft

He stomped the 'mutant's' head on the spot!

It's like stepping on a tomato.

"Run!"

"Leave here, head over there."

Pointing towards the bridge, the mysterious hooded man turned around and stood in front of the 'mutants' with his fists clenched.

"Leave this to me." "Okay."

"Hero, be careful!"

The rescued women and children didn't even have time to express their gratitude; they all mustered all their strength and ran towards the bridge.

Occasionally, someone would turn their head and see the 'superhero' punching and kicking, sending those 'mutants' flying.

As for ordinary 'zombies'? They can be easily broken or torn apart with a wave of the hand.

So strong!

Is it a supernatural being?

I never imagined that such a hero was living in seclusion in Manhattan.

There must be other 'superheroes' like this elsewhere. God bless America.

These refugees were being overly optimistic. The number of supernatural beings in America was small, and most weren't in New York. Besides, even if those supernatural beings came, they couldn't have acted as cleanly and efficiently as this man, because:
Brush, brush, brush, brush, brush

Tentacles extended from its body, piercing into the bodies of the slain mutants and zombies.

As these tentacles wriggled, the corpses on the ground quickly dried up.

"My strength has increased again."

Smith clenched his fist and muttered to himself under his hood.

Each time a 'zombie' or 'mutant' is killed;
He will even absorb the flesh and blood of 'humans' to enhance his power.

If it were a living human, they could even absorb a portion of the 'memories,' which allowed Smith to quickly grasp the current situation.

"Next,"

Looking back, the refugees had already escaped across the bridge;
Before Smith stood the 'mutant' who had stopped charging and instead turned to flee in fear, his gaze shifting to the other side.

"It's time to go find my sister."

Thinking this, he crouched down slightly, and as the muscles in his legs contracted, they transformed into countless pitch-black tentacles.

After the muscles are compressed to their limit, they suddenly release kinetic energy.

Thump,

With a muffled thud,

He suddenly soared into the sky, leaping more than ten meters high.

Snapped,

With one foot on the building's exterior wall, the sole of the shoe—actually Smith's foot—extended out countless tiny tendrils, firmly adhering to the building's exterior wall.

Tap tap tap,

With those long strides, Smith sprinted up the vertical wall.

Soon, in a manner that made Newton rise from his coffin, take one look, and then lie back down, he rushed to the top of the building.

A glance,
Smith chose a direction: the direction of his sister's apartment.

Then he strode out and began leaping from the tops of these buildings. This strange 'virus' had modified his body, allowing him to leap more than ten meters in a single bound—a distance that was enough for him to cosplay as Spider-Man amidst the skyscrapers.

No, it's not just Spider-Man.

They leaped off one building, with a distance of several tens of meters between them and the next building.

With his arms outstretched, numerous tentacles spread out from Smith's arms, forming a thin layer of fleshy wings: like bat wings, or like wingsuit flying, as he glided forward.

Snapped,

He landed lightly on the rooftop of a building dozens of meters away, pushed off with his feet, and once again sped off at the speed of a cheetah, a slight smile playing on Smith's lips beneath his hood.

"free."

This is true freedom!

That feeling was fleeting; for Smith right now, the most important thing is:

He found his sister Dana, and from intelligence in the police network, he not only learned her address, but also that she was a journalist striving to become a White House correspondent.

"Um?!"

Smith, leaping among skyscrapers, suddenly sharpens his gaze beneath his hood!
Because he saw a group of fully armed soldiers dragging a white woman down the stairs of the rapidly approaching apartment building.

The woman, with her neat short hair, wearing a leather jacket and jeans, was being dragged downstairs while struggling.

"The target has been taken into control."

"Yes, take it to them immediately—"

The commander on site pressed his earpiece.

While I was reporting to my superiors, I suddenly heard a piercing shriek coming from afar!
He instinctively turned his head, but before the commander could see clearly, he was trampled into a bloody pulp by Smith, who fell from the sky.

boom! !

"you,"

The man who landed was filled with rage.
"What do you want to do to my sister?!"

The splattered blood and the loud thud of the impact caused the soldiers present to instinctively turn around.

Upon seeing who it was, gasps of surprise rang out from beneath the full-face helmets.

"It is the 'source of infection'."

"Requesting backup! Requesting backup!"

"Don't come any closer, we have weapons."

Some soldiers even instinctively raised their guns, aiming at the young white women being carried downstairs; the next moment, they were punched so hard that their helmets and heads were smashed apart.

"I vote—"

Bang!
"Fuck!"

Bang!
"."

Bang!
A figure flashed and crashed into the soldiers.

Having slaughtered his way through numerous 'zombies' and 'mutants,' Smith blasted these soldiers into headless corpses with a single punch. His brutal display caused the young woman, splattered with blood, to instinctively scream.

"Ahhhhhh~~~"

"Dana, it's me."

As the hood was pulled down, Smith's face was revealed.

The young woman's scream was instantly cut off.

Scumbag brother?

(End of this chapter)