Demigod Mage in America

Click, the sound of the door lock being opened came from inside.

An elderly woman, clutching a hunting rifle, walked out shakily.

"Who? Who broke into my house?" Although she was old, her voice was full of energy.

She pointed her shotgun at Number 1, because in her mind, it was Number 1 and the strange man who were pinning Claudina down.

Seeing this, Claudina, who was lying on the ground, quickly cried out, "Mrs. Terri, no!"

For some reason, ever since this man appeared, she felt a sense of closeness to him.

This feeling is hard to explain, but it just exists.

It was as if they had been friends for a long time; she even felt like rushing into each other's arms and telling them about her recent hardships.

Fortunately, reason prevailed over her. She was a married woman and could not betray the husband who loved her deeply.

"Dina, yes, what's going on? Who are these people?" The old lady adjusted her glasses and carefully observed the scene before her.

One man was being carried like a chick, while another lay sprawled in front of her husband's medals.

The apartment door was wide open, and it was pitch black outside.

"They..." Claudine said as she got up from the ground, quickly recounting everything that had just happened.

When she learned that the other party had come to steal her battle uniform's medals, the old lady immediately turned into an enraged lion.

"Damn thief! That's honor Evan earned with his life! You were still breastfeeding when he shed blood for America!" Mrs. Terry's lips trembled as her finger pressed the trigger, the muzzle of the gun repeatedly pointing at the thief.

The onlookers couldn't help but hold their breath, fearing that she might accidentally push the boundaries.

Seeing this, Claudina quickly ran over to comfort her and took the Remington from her hand to prevent any accident.

At the same time, they also turned their attention to number one.

She had felt the man was familiar earlier, and now, seeing him from a distance, that feeling was even stronger.

The problem is, she doesn't know this person at all.

Number One ignored them and began searching the room for any other thieves.

Ryan said to leave one alive, so he only left one.

The search is complete; no survivors were found.

Number One carried the person, turned around and walked towards the gate, without exchanging any words with the two women in between.

Just as it was half a step away from the gate, an innocent voice suddenly rang out.

"Daddy!" Hurried footsteps came from inside the room, and the little girl stumbled out, ready to pounce on Number One.

However, Claudina scooped her up and hugged her, assuming the child was just sleepy and missed his father because he hadn't seen him in a long time.

However, Number One, who had been walking away, paused. It turned its head, its empty eyes revealing confusion.

But soon, that emotion vanished, and it turned around, carrying the person away down the corridor.

"Daddy!" Amanda struggled, trying to break free from her mother's embrace, but the disparity in strength meant her resistance was doomed to failure.

Claudia held her daughter tightly, repeatedly whispering in her ear, "Amanda, calm down! Calm down, Amanda! That's not Daddy!"

But her daughter pouted, turned around, and shouted, "That's Daddy!"

Claudina could only sigh and try to comfort her daughter. She missed her lover too, but she couldn't show her weakness for the sake of making a living.

Just then, she heard angry shouts coming from outside. Her neighbors, who usually partyed until the wee hours of the morning, were nowhere to be heard playing their energetic music.

Upon closer inspection, she discovered that the surrounding area had experienced a power outage, with only a few houses still lit up, including hers.

"Don't worry, Dina, we often have power outages here, you'll get used to it. White's Tesla can also be used as a backup power source when it's not in use."

Mrs. Terri, trembling, came to Clartina's side and comforted her.

The White she mentioned was her son, who committed suicide by jumping off a building due to depression, leaving her only a Tesla.

Her husband, Evan, committed suicide due to post-traumatic stress disorder, leaving her only this house.

"Mrs. Terry..." Claudia felt a pang of sympathy upon seeing this.

"It's okay, Dina. I've moved on, haven't I? I've been through this all these years, and now I have you." Terry's voice choked up a little, and her eyes were slightly red.

Claudina was a good girl. After helping her when they first met, she invited Claudina to live in her home. During the time they lived together, Claudina knew that she treated her like a mother.

At this moment, Ryan leaned back in his seat, his fingers lightly tapping the armrest, while David in front of him stared intently ahead, and the car was completely silent.

A moment later, with the sound of the wooden door being pushed open, Number One carried a person downstairs, opened the car door, and got in.

The unconscious man was carelessly tossed into the back of the car.

"Drive," Raine said calmly, without even opening his eyes.

Driving? Where to?

David looked puzzled, but after glancing at his boss's expression in the rearview mirror and then at the man in the back, he swallowed hard and made up his mind.

The van slowly started moving and drove through Manhattan at night.

Manhattan at night is fragmented.

It has a hot and sexy vibe, a stunning woman who poses provocatively on the street.

There were also well-dressed gentlemen in suits and ties.

But at the same time, it also has homeless people hiding in the streets and alleys, dressed in rags and lying on a cardboard box.

Wherever the van drove, power outages occurred, accompanied by constant screams and angry shouts from women.

When the power suddenly went out halfway through a task, both sides greeted each other with the letter "f".

The most offensive insults were followed by a groan as Ryan tapped the armrest, sending a shiver through the crowd.

The van drove through several blocks and arrived at an abandoned warehouse on the banks of the Hudson River.

It wouldn't be accurate to call it abandoned; there are clear signs of recent life here.

"Boss, this used to be where Murphy kept his stock. I put everyone back. Those people..." He paused, cautiously looking up at Raine's expression. Seeing that he wasn't displeased, he continued, "I threw them into Yharnam."

One of the permissions granted to him by Raine was to pull people into dreams, namely Yharnam.

The hunters who participated in the last hunt are still fighting in Yharnam. They will continue to fight there until their addiction is cured and they are transformed into normal people before they are allowed to be released.

The vast majority of homeless people go through a process of initial hope, followed by confusion, and finally apathy.

During this process, the vast majority of people fall into drug abuse, and excessive abuse can lead to addiction. Some people simply want to escape reality.

But Raine didn't mind. As long as these people kept fighting in Yharnam, they could come back when they recovered, and stay inside when they couldn't.

"Hmm." Ryan didn't say anything and remained seated in the car. Seeing this, David didn't need to give any instructions and immediately pushed open the car door and got out.

They opened the trunk, dragged the unconscious man out, and brought him to Ryan.