I am walking in Los Angeles, the City of Angels. This place is one of the cities with no gates opened, almost as if they are blessed.Everything seems normal, except for the occasional superhuman striding down the street, quickly capturing everyone's attention.In my past life, if anyone had asked which country was handling the beast apocalypse best, the answer would be the US. They have a vast information network and powerful weapons.Although normal weapons cannot kill the beast, the nukes really could kill them.So, the US soldiers excel in trapping and moving the beasts to specific areas to nuke them all. The US was also the first country to send a nuke behind the gate and detonate it to try to destroy the gate.Although the gate remained intact, the massive crater underneath prevented the beasts from entering the gate.This made the US the fastest-reacting country, saving itself from destruction.While this is good, they failed to see the tragedy unfolding within their own borde
The four guards in the front are shocked, each one taking out a gun and pointing it at me. "Get on the floor or we will shoot," they demand."I'm too busy to get on the floor. Just shoot. It'll make everything faster," I reply, while looking for the most beautiful female officer there.As I start to move, they begin to shoot. I can feel the push of the bullets, but my diamond skin does the job."You, the most pretty girl here, my name is Buddha. I want to meet your boss. Can you take me to your big boss?" I say, watching her face turn pale.I smile and hit the table, causing the whole thing to break and the computer on it to fall down. She screams and yells, "Yes, yes, yes!""He is the superhuman!" shouts one of the guards. "Call our superhuman to take care of him!"Some guards take a machete and hit my back, but I just let them. It feels like a world champion boxer facing off against kindergarteners.If I hit them back like a professional boxer hitting a kindergarten kid, the result
Jacob is with me in limousine, his grip tight on each his hands as we pass the road. He's sweating a lot, visibly nervous. "Master, why are you doing all this?" he asks, his voice trembling."I am the apostle, so I must do my job. Calling the sinners to walk the right path," I reply, my face set in a serious expression.He glances at me, then back at the road. "Yes, yes, you are doing a holy work," he mutters.When our eyes meet again, there's an unspoken understanding between us. We both know we don’t believe in this kind of nonsense.I just want power, and the quickest way to rise is through the underworld. In this world, you can kill them, fry them, and even roast them, and they wouldn't dare call the police.No matter how cruelly I hit them, they painfully accept it like obedient bitch. It's a place where the bigger fist always wins.Not long after, the car stops in front of a towering financial building, a part of it dealing in chemical sales."Lucas is supposed to be at the top
Los Angeles. On one of the small alley corners. Three people approach a gangster member in a small alley. "Man, I've already been a week without drugs. Did you bring any?"The gangster looks at the man, a regular buyer who comes every payday. "No more selling drugs directly. If you need drugs, you need to come to our building to get them.""What is that, Jack? A new rule?" the man asks, disappointed."New leader, new rules. You can go to other gangs, and they will say the same thing.""Oh, come on.""Take it or leave it, Bill. If you want, I can drive you to our building."Bill looks at his friends. "Alright, let's go to the building then."Jack drives them to the building, where many gangsters with scary faces look at them."Are you sure we can get the drugs inside?" Bill asks his friend."The very best, man. Just enter the building, and you will re-new."As Bill and the other two enter the building, they see many people inside, with gangsters holding guns and weapons looking at the
Standing at the top of the building, I gaze out at the night city. The skyline glows with the remnants of a world that once thrived.In my past life, the United States emerged as the first victorious country, boasting an arsenal of nuclear warheads.They used these weapons to close their borders, building the first secure haven and stealing a head start while other countries struggled to survive.After training their superhumans and recreating their weapons, they began to dominate all nations.That's why, at the end of the world, despite the nukes causing countless deaths and creating vast uninhabitable areas, the US still managed to secure the last haven for humanity.At the end, one person rises to power as president after taking me down: James Wellington. He is the son and grandson of a Generals, and the military is firmly under his family's control.Still, to secure his victory, he needs to marry Sophia Everheart.If you ask who the most powerful and richest woman is, everyone wou
Shield is a private corporation that provides bodyguards for important people, from politicians, wealthy families, to artists in need of protection.As long as they pay, Shield will send their personnel to guard the VIP.At the start of the mission, a team leader sits with five bodyguards, guarding a team of three researchers entering a beast-occupied area to gather some poisonous herbs samples that grow near the beasts area, hoping to find a poison that could kill the creatures. Two Hummer trucks drive across the abandoned city.The team leader, scanning the surroundings with a stern look, calls out, "Alex, you need to protect this professor from any harm. That is your mission. Do you understand?""Yes," Alex replies, looking at the professor and starting to guard him closely. From morning to afternoon, Alex follows just about five steps behind the professor, ignoring the other bodyguards and researchers."We got all we want," the professor says, looking at the herbs the research t
Alex's next bodyguard task is to follow the team and guard an elderly woman who won the Nobel Prize in chemistry.She refused to work with a Petro Chemistry Company due to her old age, but the company cannot accept the rejection.The company went as far as to say, "If you cannot help me, then you cannot help the rest," and now they are targeting to kill the old woman.Shield sends four bodyguards to protect the woman.The team leader looks at the simple house of the old woman Kathy.It is modest and cozy, with a warm, inviting atmosphere. The walls are lined with bookshelves filled with scientific texts and awards. The living room has a small, worn-out sofa, and the kitchen is simple but tidy.Outside, the garden is well-kept, with blooming flowers and a few garden gnomes.He calls Alex. "You guard Kathy inside and don't let anyone enter. Can you do it?""Yes," Alex replies."You two, check the perimeter. Be ready, as we got intel there will be an attack soon," the team leader instruc
Alex is called for the next job. This time, they are tasked with guarding a company about to be robbed by disgruntled workers.There are five bodyguards from the SHEILD. They are taking to one of the factory hall and each guarding a room filled with money and important documents.The rooms are close to each other. The team leader looks at Alex with dissatisfaction. Since it is the second time, they are together."You idiot, remember this door is your responsibility. Guard it by yourself. Don't let anyone pass this door!"Alex stands by the door and begins guarding it.“If anyone pass this door, you will be fired!”After just three hours, the whole place turns into chaos as hundreds of workers, accompanied by superhumans they hired, attack the hall and want to get into the room.The guards from SHIELD are fighting to win over the attackers, but they are losing count. Many guards are already injured, hit by the superhumans and workers.When some demonstrators find Alex, they start to at