In America, my cousin, Supergirl Kara...

He planned to bring some personal protective equipment with him and head over tonight, so that he could retaliate in advance should the other side pull out a gun.

"Sounds like your friend's in a bit of trouble?" Kara raised an eyebrow, walked into the room, and tossed him the pistol: "There are 10 bullets left. Remember to reload them for me when you run out."

"Where can I buy bullets?" Li Xiao unloaded the pistol and carefully tucked it into his waistband.

"You can buy it in Bell Town. Remember to find Jack in North Town when you go there. His shop is number 56-7, and the goods there will be cheaper."

After Kara finished speaking, she went back to her room. When she came out again, she had changed into hot pants and a tank top. She stopped in front of Li Xiao.

I hope they won't spout any more vulgar or offensive language.

Li Xiao is somewhat traumatized by Kara, and he dares to say anything out loud.

This time, however, she just snorted and shoved a black short-sleeved shirt into Li Xiao's arms: "Who told you to put your clothes in my room? If you dare leave them lying around again, I'll throw them in the trash."

With a bang, the door slammed shut, and the rumble of the pickup truck faded into the distance.

Li Xiao unfolded his clothes, revealing a palm-sized piece of black cloth sewn into the center of his chest, with a white "S" logo printed on it. Touching it, he could feel the Kryptonite material items he had obtained the previous night hidden in the lining.

It must be said that Kara's craftsmanship is exquisite, and the shirt looks perfectly natural.

Li Xiao took off his clothes and put them on, patted his chest, and felt nothing unusual. If he wasn't afraid of tearing the inner lining, Li Xiao would have liked to stab it with a knife to test it.

Li Xiao went up to the second floor. Today he was going to review his lessons to prepare for the start of school next month.

He sat on the bed and opened his textbook, a math book he studied in his second year of high school. It contained topics such as spatial geometry and algebra. His mind was extremely active, and he read the book with great interest, even though it was originally a dry and boring book. After a while, he hissed and stopped.

American textbooks are definitely different from those in China. If we work in isolation, we might not even pass the entrance exam.

It looks like he'll have to go out today. Li Xiao closed his book. He needed to look up some information, so he decided to go to the nearest library.

He tucked the pistol away, pocketed the change, and went out the door.

The weather was gloomy today, and it looked like it was going to rain. When Li Xiao arrived at the bus stop, there were already seven or eight people waiting there, all of them looking down at their phones.

Li Xiao leaned against the bus stop sign. He was lucky today; the sign showed that the bus would arrive in ten minutes. Seattle's buses were extremely inefficient, and waiting for the bus for two hours was a common occurrence.

Li Xiao was about to put on his headphones to listen to music when a loud commotion came from the middle of the road, and he couldn't help but look up.

A group of people rushed out from all directions. They were all dressed in white robes and were barefoot. There were about twenty people, both men and women. As if they had given prior instructions, they all bent over, put their hands on the ground, knelt down, and crawled in the middle of the road.

These people's actions greatly affected traffic flow, which happened during the morning rush hour. The road was blocked, which meant that most people would be late for work.

Most cars on the road were forced to stop, and many drivers honked their horns frantically. Some hot-tempered drivers even rolled down their windows and hurled insults.

What followed was a rear-end collision between the car behind and the car in front, and the whole street was thrown into chaos.

People waiting for their trains at the station looked around curiously, and someone muttered something.

"It's those damn lunatics again. Last week they stormed into a church and toppled a statue of Jesus, and now they're crawling all over the streets."

"The federal police, who are eating shit, don't even do anything about it. Am I paying all those taxes to feed a bunch of pigs?"

These cult members are just like the oddballs in the game.

Li Xiaoji thought to himself, "These people have pious expressions on their faces as if they are on a pilgrimage. They are oblivious to the bloodstains on their hands and knees as they drag themselves on the ground. They are obviously fanatics who have been brainwashed by religion."

As Li Xiao was thinking, suddenly, a piercing horn sounded from afar. He turned his head and saw a Volvo Truck in olive green speeding across the intersection at a speed of at least 140 mph.

Li Xiao's vision narrowed considerably, barely managing to make out a young black man sitting in the driver's seat. His face was tattooed with white spiral patterns that resembled incantations, and he had his hands crossed in front of his mouth as if he were making some kind of religious prayer.

Instantly, the crowd on the street screamed and ran away. Drivers of vehicles who got out to argue with people also turned around and left. Even the people inside the vehicles hurriedly opened their doors.

Another cult member!

Li Xiao's face darkened slightly. The truck showed no sign of slowing down; its target was the group of white-robed crawlers.

It appears to be a struggle between cults.

boom!

The black sedan at the very front was smashed to pieces by the heavy truck, and the remaining body rolled forward passively. Then came the second one. In front of the unstoppable heavy truck, these small cars were smashed apart like paper.

The white-robed cult members, oblivious to the impending torrent of steel, continued crawling forward, muttering to themselves.

Soon the truck was in front of them, and with a thud, the lead crawler was crushed like a watermelon being crushed, instantly turned to pieces by the wheels. None of the others escaped, and they were all crushed under the truck with a series of thuds.

A large puddle of minced meat instantly appeared on the ground. At that moment, it started to rain, and the rainwater washed away the blood-red liquid, flowing around and filling the air with a stench.

Apart from four or five unlucky individuals who didn't have time to escape and were crushed to death, almost everyone else took refuge on the sidewalk.

There was no one around the station anymore, and Li Xiao prepared to leave.

Just then, a stroller gliding ahead caught Li Xiao's attention.

There appeared to be a baby, only a few months old, sleeping inside. A white woman was chasing after the car, her hands outstretched, her voice trembling with sobs as she cried out, "My baby! Someone, please save my precious child!"

Li Xiao's heart tightened. He had just heard that it was the chaotic flow of people that caused the stroller to slip from his grasp, not that she had been distracted by the commotion.

At that moment, the truck was less than three meters away from the baby. Just then, a voice rang in my mind.

[Child of Krypton, a young elf seems about to perish before your eyes. The evil god's henchmen are piloting steel creations, preparing to slaughter living beings to achieve his bloody plan.]

[Mission: Save innocent lives and prevent this tragedy from happening again]

[Reward: +1 Free Attribute Points]

Li Xiao quickly put on his mask, his calf muscles contracted, and a terrifying force pumped from his tendons into his thigh. His heart contracted violently, increasing the blood supply, and Li Xiao's figure rushed forward like an arrow.

The dense rain was instantly splashed and scattered by the impact. The next second, Li Xiao had already rushed to the stroller, grabbed the handle, twisted his waist and hips, turned around and rushed towards the white woman. Li Xiao grabbed her by the neck, lowered his body and rolled to the side on his back. The roaring truck narrowly missed him.

Li Xiao completed the rescue in less than two seconds, though it was a bit rough around the edges.

The white woman rushed to the stroller beside her, ignoring the bloodstains on her head, and hugged and kissed the baby, exclaiming, "Oh, baby, I must be dreaming!"

The baby cried, and the white woman quickly bowed and thanked her, saying, "Thank you, sir! You must be an angel sent by God to save me!"