In addition, the demon apostles and heretics who were defeated in the European battlefield came to the United States. The Church and the Federation gladly accepted these ready-made combat forces, but did not openly deploy them to the frontal battlefield. They only let them perform some special functions such as assassination and infiltration. Ordinary people and senior officials of the two forces were in danger and seemed to be in danger at any time.
There is no way. In a sense, they are symbols. Killing the opponent's symbolic figures will naturally give them the advantage of greatly boosting morale on the front battlefield.
Ordinary people at the top could only complain and refuse to give in. They actually refused to be nominated as the leaders by the extraordinary people. However, it was difficult for ordinary people to resist the extraordinary people, so the situation could only remain like this.
The extraordinary people of the church insist that the extraordinary people of the federation have no faith and are corrupt, and their existence will only make the world worse.
The extraordinary people of the Federation believe that the church is a pure cult organization, an enhanced version of the European Demon Apostle Organization, and strongly recommend that the extraordinary people in Europe who have already wiped out the Demon Apostle Organization join the battlefield, unite with them, and eliminate these extremists in the church.
Unlike other areas of the United States, Texas is very stable at this moment and has not been affected by the war.
The reason is simple. Texas is located on the edge of the war. The main battlefields are located in Nebraska and South Dakota, which are too far away from Texas. Moreover, Texas is also a large agricultural state. Neither the church nor the federal government are willing to destroy this place, so they tacitly did not choose there.
In the vast farm, bearded Oras yawned, picked up a large flashlight, and symbolically shone it towards his wheat field, preparing to start his last patrol of the night.
He had originally hired a few workers, but because the recent situation had been a bit bad, the workers were scared and ran back to their hometowns.
As for where the workers are from...are you kidding? Are the farm workers in Texas anything but Latino?
There is no way. Compared with the current United States, the extremely chaotic Latin America has become a safe region.
"Alas, damn extraordinary people, fighting every day, can't you just be at ease and make money?"
Orlas pouted. He was not very interested in this war.
He is also considered a small capitalist. He originally had many workers, but now only a few local helpers are left. Not only are their wages high, but they also refuse to come to work at night. It is really sad and infuriating.
Why are we fighting? Why can't we sit down and talk it out so we can make a lot of money together?
Now that the fight has turned out like this, it’s not good for you, it’s not good for me, it’s not good for everyone, is this comfortable?
Thinking of this, Orlas curled his lips and became even more unfriendly towards those extraordinary people.
Suddenly, a black shadow flashed before Orlas' eyes, and Orlas was stunned. He shone the large flashlight in the direction of the shadow and muttered, "Where did this beast come from? How dare he destroy my wheat field?!"
In the countryside of the United States, there are often wild animals roaming around and destroying farmland. Most of them are animals like wild boars.
Thinking of this, bearded Orlas became furious and ran back to the house, took out his shotgun, loaded it with bullets without hesitation, ready to shoot the guy who dared to offend his farm at any time.
Although the individual combat capabilities of those beasts are very impressive and ordinary humans are no match for them, the biggest difference between humans and beasts is that humans can use tools.
What’s special is that Orlas uses a shotgun, which is incredibly powerful. Even a big wild boar would be shot into a sieve on the spot with just one shot!
"You bastard, taste the bullet!"
Bearded Orlas let out a fierce breath, yelled, picked up a flashlight, and began to look for the wild beast that had "run in".
The flashlight in his hand was specially used for patrolling. The light was very wide and bright, and he could almost see things within ten meters. He shone it around in the wheat field, but could not find the monster he imagined.
"Where did you go?"
The bearded Orlas started shouting and cursing. He believed in his eyes very much and swore that he would not see it wrong.
Suddenly, he caught a glimpse of a dark shadow!
"Um?!"
The bearded Orlas pulled the trigger without any hesitation. The bullet shot out and shattered the black shadow in front of him!
When the crack came, Orlas realized that the shadow in front of him was just a scarecrow.
"It turns out to be just a scarecrow, what a pity."
Orlas couldn't help but feel a little disappointed. He had just concentrated on firing a shot, but something like this happened. It was really disappointing.
"etc!"
Suddenly, Orlas realized something and immediately broke out in a cold sweat. He looked at the scarecrow and thought to himself, "When did I make a scarecrow?!"
As soon as this thought arose, the scarecrow that was shot suddenly moved, and with a half-smile, he looked at Orlas tremblingly, looking at Orlas with a rather strange look.
Although I don’t know why a scarecrow would smile and have eyes, that is the fact. In Orlas’ eyes, this scarecrow is a living person!
"Monster, monster, damn monster!"
Looking at this strange scarecrow, Orlas kept pulling the trigger at the scarecrow like a madman, and the bullets shot towards the scarecrow, but to no avail.
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