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The pale skeletons have been wrapped in red and white muscles. Their speed and strength have been further improved, and their killing efficiency has skyrocketed.

Carol rushed to the scene as fast as she could after hearing the news. Although she started from New York, she arrived in a flash.

Flying at the speed of light is so terrifying.

She found an Indian boy standing on a tall building, quickly landed in front of him, and yelled, "Kid, stop it!"

"The past cannot be changed, don't let hatred consume you."

Arecom turned around, looking stunned, pointed at himself, and asked stupidly, "Are you talking to me?"

"Of course." Carol looked around, but did not see the strange scepter in the boy's hand.

After years of fighting with various supernatural beings in the universe, Carol has developed a good eye. She has already locked onto the special nature of the "Vampire Scepter" from the news footage.

"Me?" Alecom looked incredulous: "You want me to let go of my hatred?"

"Aunt, have you experienced my past? Just let me give up my hatred?"

"My child, no matter what you've been through, killing innocent people will never make you happy..."

"Who said that?" Alekom interrupted her: "I am very happy!"

"..." Carol frowned and said solemnly: "It seems that you have serious psychological problems. Don't worry, I will ask the best doctor to treat you."

“Hahahaha!” Arecom burst into laughter. “Here we go again, here we go again! You disgusting white ghosts are so lazy that you can’t even come up with a new excuse.”

"Well, child, you do have..."

"That's enough!" Alekom shouted, "You are the one who is sick!"

"You bunch of hateful white ghosts, you slaughtered my ancestors and took away our home. Why didn't I see you jump out to stop them at that time?"

"Now it's my turn to take revenge, but you're the one asking me to let go of my hatred?"

"Hey... I'm about to throw up my breakfast!"

Carol suppressed his compassion and said with a straight face: "It seems that I can't convince you with words."

With a "bang", Arecom exploded into a ball of white smoke, and it turned out to be just a shadow clone.

"Hahahaha, this is how you white-skinned ghosts act!"

"I usually wear a hypocritical mask, but when your interests are touched, I immediately reveal my bandit face."

Alekom's laughter echoed over Los Angeles.

"I'm sorry, I almost forgot that you are the descendants of robbers and thieves."

"Today, you filthy bastards will receive the revenge of the Indian warriors!"

The massacre continues, and blood fills the entire Los Angeles.

Angry Carol couldn't find the real culprit, so she could only keep punching to clear out the blood-sucking zombies in the city.

Make up a chapter, I'll try to write it.

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Chapter 318: Revenge of the Indian Warrior

Malibu is located west of Los Angeles, about 48 kilometers from the city. Tony Stark's cliff villa is here.

Shortly after more than 300,000 Indian ghosts appeared in the Los Angeles city area, Jarvis, who had been monitoring abnormal information on the Internet, immediately reported the situation to his master.

Tony Stark's condition is still not good, and he is still drinking, but perhaps stimulated by the launch of the S.H.I.E. spaceship, he has been researching high-power engines and high-strength materials recently. These things can be used in armor, and can also indirectly promote the speed of America's spacecraft research and development.

This person is still proud at heart and a staunch "American-centrist".

If America's enemy was still the powerful supernatural being in the "Tokyo Incident", perhaps he would really become more and more decadent and irritable because he could not see any hope, and then sink into depravity, but the sudden departure of the spaceship of the S.H.I.E. seemed to divert his attention and bring him back to the field where he still had the ability to influence.

People are like this. They fear having no hope and no goals the most.

After regaining a goal, Tony Stark deliberately forgot about the powerful and untouchable Beyonder and devoted himself to the research of engines and materials.

Believe it or not, with his unreasonable IQ, he actually made some progress.

If the world were no longer in turmoil, and he spent a few years, perhaps he could really help America build a spaceship.

However, things are unpredictable and America’s troubles are bound to continue.

"Sir, a large number of skeletons that can suck human blood appeared in downtown Los Angeles. This is the work of a supernatural being."

"Five days ago, a similar object first appeared at a boarding school for Indian children in Phoenix..."

Jarvis opened different windows and introduced to Tony what had happened in America in the past few days.

"Haha, here it comes again." Tony, who had long been numb, just twitched his lips. He was no longer surprised by the endless troubles in the country. If nothing happened for several months in a row, he would be uncomfortable.

"He is the mastermind behind this incident, a teenager from the Comanche tribe of Indians. He once claimed that he would summon the ghosts of the dead Indians to take revenge on America."

"It seems he didn't lie..."

"Jarvis, this joke is not funny." Tony's mouth continued to twitch.

Soon, the brain, which had not yet been completely destroyed by alcohol, immediately realized a problem.

"Oh no, those guys in New York are likely to launch a nuclear bomb again."

The Provisional Federal Government in New York is controlled by consortiums and political and military families. These guys even dare to grow mushrooms in Washington, and if they find a reasonable excuse, they would not mind throwing another one somewhere else.

It stands to reason that since they are all their own territories, they should always take care of the bottles and jars at home, but the top ten conglomerates are by no means harmonious.

The essence of a "consortium" is a "trust", which is a capital monopoly group. If possible, a single consortium would like to monopolize all means of production and social resources and enjoy them alone.

They reject "rising stars" and once they discover an emerging capital hotspot, they will flock to it and either acquire it or suppress it.

If you are unwilling to accept the rules they set, you can forget about getting funds and raw materials, let alone expanding the market.

The emergence of the top ten conglomerates is both a historical inheritance and a coincidence. Without the two world wars, the California Consortium and the Texas Consortium, as latecomers, would never have had the possibility of coming to power.

After coming to power, the two emerging consortiums in the west and the south have been competing with the old consortium for a piece of the pie. The two sides have been fighting each other and have had their wins and losses. Although they have cross-holdings, they still retain their core industries, which are the foundation of their respective footholds.

As an "insider", Tony understood the open and covert struggles between the two sides. If they could find a plausible reason, the financial consortium entrenched in the northeast would not mind giving the arms upstarts in the southwest a severe blow.

Anyway, in their eyes, population is just a quantified resource.

As long as America continues to maintain its tradition as a "beacon of freedom," there will be no need to worry about a lack of elites who yearn for freedom immigrating here.

As for cheap labor, there is no need to worry. If there is a hole in the "border wall" on the south side, there will be plenty of cheap labor coming over.

Otherwise, where do you think there are millions of unregistered residents every year?

Can't the mold soldiers even defend their own borders?

That's not a few hundred people, that's millions!

Tony Stark's guess was correct. The capitalist way of thinking always adheres to "pragmatism". As long as the problem can be solved, it is not difficult to deal with public opinion.

Anyway, when public opinion is overwhelming, we just need to let the federal government take the blame. It was all done by the politicians. What does it have to do with me, a capitalist?

We are just businessmen with social responsibility!

president?

Didn't you choose that yourself?

Blame me?

At this time, a debate was breaking out at the temporary government headquarters outside New York, and they had learned about what was happening in Los Angeles.

"There are too many monsters, and the army is useless. In order to curb the spread of monsters, decisive measures must be taken."

"We can't use nuclear bombs, there are still more than three million people in the city!"

Since Washington in the northeast has been in trouble for more than two years, New York, which is too close, also feels unsafe. Los Angeles, which has "good feng shui", has become a new choice for new immigrants and former Americans, resulting in a surge in Los Angeles' population from more than four million to five million.

"They're going to be gone soon! With the speed at which the monsters are killing people, the few people in Los Angeles won't even last until dark. They're all going to die anyway, so we might as well make their deaths meaningful."

"Shit, Los Angeles is our territory!"

"Mr. Crocker, please be careful about your words. Los Angeles is America's Los Angeles, not some people's Los Angeles."

"To hell with that, who in this office doesn't know what's going on? We absolutely do not agree with the use of nuclear bombs!"

The representatives of the consortium from Los Angeles naturally couldn't just sit and watch their base camp being grown with mushrooms. To put it bluntly, it didn't matter if the population died, as the vampire zombies couldn't destroy urban buildings on a large scale anyway. As long as the territory was still there, why should they be afraid that no one would immigrate?

"Sorry, the missile has already taken off."

"Fuck Fuck!"

……

The city of Los Angeles has gradually become a ghost town, with white and black people everywhere having their blood sucked dry.

The Indian ghosts were no longer in the shape of skeletons. They had grown muscles and skin again, but their skin was pale and their skin color was like the "white ghosts" they hated.

No matter how much they hated it, after regaining their bodies, the Indian warriors' fighting power soared. They searched for suitable weapons in the city and made spears and bows and arrows.

After possessing weapons, the Indian warriors reached their peak condition, and the "savages" that once terrified European immigrants returned to the world.

"Kill all the white ghosts! Peel off their scalps, pry open their skulls, and use their brains to fill shit."

Alecom's voice echoed over Los Angeles, and the Indian warriors who received the order all showed stiff smiles.

Tooth for tooth, blood for blood!

The massacre is still going on, but the means are no longer simply biting the neck and sucking blood.

Indian warriors found boning knives from supermarkets, weapon stores and even residential kitchens and carried out their leader's orders.

Skinned and boned, like a group of livestock.

Actually, there is no difference.

Even more miserable howls echoed over Los Angeles.

"asshole!"

Carol on the street gritted her teeth and began to move at the speed of light. When she saw the Indian zombie, she rushed towards it and smashed it into a ball of corrupt blood foam.

"What? Are you anxious?"