Morning!
The sound of alarms echoed through the Detroit Police Departnt, and a large number of officers were dispatched to the old neighborhood.
The entire old neighborhood was eerily quiet, with no sound at all, exuding a deathly stillness that made one’s hair stand on end.
The police of the Beautiful Country dared not venture in, and could only quickly report to their superiors, requesting military intervention.
The ordinary citizens were unaware of the existence of the Fierce Ghost, but the police departnt was well aware. In the haunted old neighborhood, they dared not enter.
"When is the National Guard arriving?"
Detroit Police Chief Wilbur, with a worried expression, looked at the silent old neighborhood ahead, secretly cursing his luck. Why did the Fierce Ghost incident have to happen in his district? If not handled properly, his career was at stake.
"The 6th Infantry Division of the National Guard’s 3rd Brigade has already set out, and is expected to arrive at the scene in thirty minutes."
The officer on the side reported the latest situation. With the lessons learned from the Santa Fe incident, regular police faced severe firepower deficits when confronting Fierce Ghosts, and would likely be lambs to the slaughter.
Wilbur breathed a sigh of relief. As long as the National Guard arrived, he could hand this ss over to them, and whatever happened next would be none of his business.
Just as Wilbur was thinking this, rhythmic footsteps suddenly echoed from the previously silent old neighborhood.
Under the tense gaze of the police, a tall and thin ghostly figure, wearing an old-fashioned suit from the previous century, slowly walked out.
"It’s a ghost, a Fierce Ghost."
At the sight of the thin ghostly figure, a commotion erupted among the officers. The terror of the Fierce Ghost had been unmistakably displayed during the Santa Fe incident.
Bang! Bang bang!
Already on edge, one of the officers pulled the trigger, and the sound of gunfire imdiately set off a chain reaction.
All the officers emptied their magazines at the thin ghostly figure. So even used fla throwers and RPGs against it—these weapons were personally owned by the officers, not provided by the departnt.
Such fierce firepower could indeed take down an ordinary First-grade fierce ghost.
However, the thin ghostly figure, having slaughtered two thousand people from an entire old neighborhood, was beyond that category, as it had already ascended to a Third-grade fierce ghost.
The next mont, the shadows of several officers began to change ominously as they stretched and transford into the likeness of the thin ghostly figure.
Snap!
The slim ghostly figures born from the shadows pushed forward and began to rge with the officers.
Ear-piercing wails of agony erupted as the officers’ limbs and torsos began to elongate continually, their bones and tendons tearing apart, even their necks elongating several tis their original length, hanging by re strands of flesh, resembling miniature slender ghostly figures.
In such a state, these officers did not imdiately die, only letting out cries of pain and despair, in turn providing the thin ghostly figure with an imnse amount of Fear Energy.
The battle turned thoroughly one-sided. One by one, officers were either killed by the thin ghostly figure or fled in terror, losing their will to fight.
With no restrictions, the thin ghostly figure began to move about in broad daylight, reaching populated urban areas, and in such a short ti, the police had no chance to evacuate anyone.
Many early-morning commuters, drunken vagabonds, and curled-up holess people beca targets of the thin ghostly figure.
Along the path, there was death everywhere.
Whoosh!
As the slender ghostly figure continued its slaughter, the sound of helicopter rotors turning ca from above.
Several ard helicopters arrived, launching 70mm Hydra rockets from their underbellies toward the mall where the thin ghostly figure purportedly lurked.
Higher in the sky, fighter jets roared past, dropping heavy guided bombs and napalm bombs.
A brigade of National Guard infantry hurriedly arrived, surrounding the path of the slender ghostly figure.
Rumble!
Amidst the earth’s tremors, clouds of dust rose, and flas soared; the mall was blasted to ruins.
The body of the thin ghostly figure beca sowhat blurry, and its old suit grew wrinkled and torn, indicating that the bombing had indeed hard it.
"Maintain concentrated fire and eliminate it with full force," ordered the on-site National Guard Commander. The combined firepower from the air and ground continued to pour down, even though there were still civilians nearby who hadn’t been evacuated.
The slender ghostly figure’s counterattack was swift, its shadow stretching on and on, spreading a Curse.
Amidst thousands of National Guard mbers, many had pale ghostly hands erge from the depths of their shadows, suddenly grabbing the Guard soldiers’ feet and dragging them directly into the shadows, disappearing from the streets.
The shadows cast by surrounding buildings and roadside trees twisted into multiple large, tangible thin ghostly figures, reaching heights of ten to twenty ters, rampaging like giants through the National Guard.
Their imnse force could crush armored cars and tanks underfoot, and ordinary soldiers struck by them seed like they’d been ramd by a speeding mud truck, flung twenty or thirty ters into the air.
"Air support, we need air support."
"Use the fla thrower, this Fierce Ghost fears fire."
"Launch flares, watch the shadows on the ground."
Although the National Guard suffered significant casualties, they were well-equipped with heavy firepower and received air support aiding them in gradually gaining a stable footing, eliminating the giant-sized thin ghostly figures one by one, and bombarding the main body of the thin ghostly figure with a volley of incendiary bombs and high explosive bombs.
This Third-grade fierce ghost’s body continued to beco more ethereal, losing its prior solidity, and despite being at such a level, it was still unable to fully withstand high temperatures and energy shock-induced damage.
The battle lasted for over an hour, with many districts in Detroit left in ruins, and nurous civilians perished amidst the clash between the Fierce Ghost and the military.
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