I created the Old Gods and Outer Gods in America.

As if bewitched, the two walked toward the ever-distorting mural and eventually passed through it.

What appeared before me was emptiness.

For some reason, the two of them could clearly perceive the concept of "forest" and that they were in a "forest".

It was an extremely distorted feeling; there was nothing in front of them, no sense of touch, but their brains kept telling them that they were in a "forest" and that the "fragrance of vegetation" was filling their nostrils.

Within the concept of "forest," they also sensed that something was approaching.

That's the concept of three "birds".

Two of the three "birds" entered their bodies.

Consciousness returns to the body.

The two opened their eyes abruptly and found that they were still standing in the alley, their positions and postures unchanged.

Only the surging power within my body proves that everything that just happened was real.

As Morrison was carefully feeling his body, an exaggerated shout suddenly rang out beside him.

"Fuck fuck fuck fuck! I really achieved transcendence! I knew I hadn't made a mistake in worshipping! I, Corbin Wayne, am now invincible!"

Corbyn was so excited he was practically dancing and jumping around in circles. Noticing Morrison's gaze, he pointed his hands at a headless rat nearby, his face beaming with excitement.

"You know what? I just had a tiny bit of annoyance with that rat, and its head snapped off! And I didn't do anything!"

Morrison did not reply, but instead clenched his right fist and turned to the dilapidated brick wall next to him.

He threw a punch, without a running start or any build-up of power; it was just a very ordinary punch.

The entire wall exploded outwards from the center, as if hit by a cannonball, kicking up dust several meters high!

When the smoke cleared, the original brick wall was gone, replaced by a huge hole. Through the hole, you could see an old woman on the opposite street who was so frightened that she dropped her shopping bag.

Morrison looked at his undamaged fist, then at the exaggerated hole, and his expression gradually turned to excitement.

"This is... the extraordinary!"

At that moment, he suddenly thought of what had happened some time ago.

His mentor, Chief Roberts, asked him to run errands for the police station next door. At first, he was very reluctant to go, but this errand saved his life.

When he heard from Roberts again, the entire police station was in ruins.

Although the official explanation was a "terrorist attack," Morrison knew it definitely wasn't!

It was those fishmen, it must have been them!

Even if he knew, he was powerless to do anything about it, since it was something that even the authorities couldn't deal with.

But things are different now; he has also achieved extraordinary abilities!

He has perfectly met the conditions for revenge!

"You've gained superpowers too? Wow! As expected, God definitely wouldn't abandon righteous heroes like us!"

As Corbyn spoke, he pulled Morrison along, wanting to continue worshipping "God".

However, when the two looked up, they were immediately stunned.

The graffiti on the wall has completely disappeared at some point, leaving nothing behind.

Not only the graffiti, but even the magic circle on the ground is gone.

Corbyn closed his eyes, seemingly trying to recall what the graffiti looked like, but a few seconds later, he opened them again.

"I can't remember... I clearly saw that god in my dream, but now I have absolutely no recollection of him... Is this the power of a true god? He's truly beyond the comprehension of us mortals!"

Morrison nodded in agreement, and was about to say something more when his pocket suddenly vibrated.

"Morrison! Where are you?"

A hurried, slightly distorted voice came from the other end of the phone; it was his direct supervisor.

"Emergency assembly! Everyone report for duty immediately! Two new superhumans have been discovered, the situation is extremely serious! Everyone, get over here right now!"

"An extraordinary person?" Morrison was taken aback.

He glanced at Corbin instinctively, and Corbin was looking at him too. Their eyes met in mid-air, and both of them were filled with bewilderment.

Morrison's mind raced for two seconds before he asked in confusion, "You... already knew?"

The captain on the other end of the phone paused slightly: "What do you mean 'already know'? Of course we know! It's all over the internet! Are you even aware of the situation?"

Morrison's heart raced.

Is the internet really that exaggerated these days?

He only just found out he had gained superpowers, and the whole internet already knows?

Morrison blurted out instinctively, "Is the internet that terrifying now? We just became superhumans, and you already know?"

There was a full three seconds of silence on the other end of the phone.

The captain's voice suddenly changed: "What do you mean 'you two just became superhumans'?"

Morrison scratched his head: "Well... well, I just became a superhuman with someone else, isn't that why you called me back? Didn't the authorities tell you who the superhumans are?"

A long silence fell over the phone.

The captain's voice suddenly rose, tinged with a twisted confusion: "What did you say?! What do you mean, you two just became superhumans?"

"It means exactly what it says."

There was another two seconds of silence on the other end of the phone.

Then, the captain's voice rang out again, this time with a tone that sent chills down Morrison's spine:

"Morrison, the reason I called you back to the assembly wasn't because of the two of you."

"Why is that?"

The team leader lowered his voice: "It's two other superhumans; they're live-streaming a massacre."

Morrison's expression froze.

As soon as the call ended, Morrison rushed out. Corbyn, who had also heard their conversation, didn't hesitate, put on his homemade hood, and followed him!

"Now it's time for the superheroes!"

At this moment, the black man's body was still lying on the ground. In fact, Morrison and his companion had noticed him, but they simply ignored him.

After all, it's quite normal to be killed on a whim for disrespecting the true God.

......

police station.

The temporary command center has been requisitioned, and the entire conference room is covered with the building's floor plan.

There were more than twenty people standing in the room, half of whom were in uniform and the other half in civilian clothes, but all of them had different types of weapons on their waists.

Behind the long table at the far end sat three people, the one in the middle with gray hair and a federal badge hanging around his neck.

Commander Jenkins was tapping the table with his knuckles, his face grim.

Having learned from the lessons of the previous incident in District Columbia, they have completely abandoned the standard procedure of "testing first and then evaluating".

The group that tested the waters last time are still queuing at the funeral home for cremation.

"All entrances and exits of the building have been blocked by cars. Two superhumans have been identified so far. One of them is extremely arrogant. He doesn't move whenever he is targeted by a sniper scope and likes to provoke snipers."

The intelligence officer reported quickly, his tone calm.

"Was the live stream cut off?" Jenkins asked.

"The live stream has indeed been cut off, but... because of Lucas's last words, the damage has already been done."

The head of the intelligence team turned a laptop towards the group, the screen displaying screenshots of several underground online gambling websites.

[Insurance Company Massacre - Guess the Number of Survivors]

The odds table is densely packed with information:

[0 survivors: 1 to 1.8 odds]

[1-5 people survive: 3.2 to 1]

[6-10 people survive: 7.5 to 1]

[10 or more survivors: 15 to 1 payout]

There are even more detailed odds:

【第40个死亡者性别——男：1赔1.5，女：1赔2.3】

[Speculation on how the last person died...]

"This is just one of them; there are other websites. Right now, those gamblers have gone crazy over this bet."

"They were recklessly trying to livestream with cameras, and even though our people took down several on the spot, it couldn't stop their greed. Some of our people were even bribed, so..."

silence.

Just then, the door was pushed open.

A young police officer rushed in, his expression somewhat complicated: "Report, two more superhumans have been discovered."

Everyone in the room turned their heads at the same time.

Jenkins stopped tapping, his eyelids twitching slightly. "Two more?"

The young officer seemed to realize that what he was about to say was a bit outrageous, hesitated for a moment, and then spoke:

"Uh...it's good news, one of them is one of ours, Officer Morrison."

"The other one is a proud construction worker who loves upholding justice. The two of them have just awakened their supernatural abilities and are currently at the door, willing to offer their help."

The meeting room was silent for about two seconds.

Then, Jenkins' chapped lips parted, revealing his first smile of the day.

"Quickly, invite our hero in."