Reincarnators vs. Modern Warfare

"Whatever. What matters most is having a clear conscience. If I see them, I'll kill them."

Brother Gourd's resolve was clearly firm.

To him, the only good little Koreans, foreign devils, and Little Mongols were dead ones.

As for anything else, who cared?

"That's true."

Chang Wei nodded.

However, they could no longer afford to remain idle.

New York City, the metropolis known as the "City That Never Sleeps," suddenly descended into unprecedented chaos one day. Its once-bustling streets became deserted, while an air of panic filled the spaces between its skyscrapers.

The streets were empty. The crowds that usually flowed through them had vanished, leaving only the wind echoing through the vacant avenues.

Windows in the towering buildings had been smashed to pieces. Shattered glass and bricks littered the streets, while smoke, dust, and the smell of burning hung in the air.

This was because a group of bizarrely dressed people had suddenly appeared throughout New York City. They slaughtered one another, and every attack was accompanied by the screams of New York City residents. Police officers, SWAT teams, and even the FBI rushed to the scene, attempting to bring the situation under control, but it all seemed futile.

America's high-level conference room—

"Who are these people? Why did our intelligence agencies fail to detect them beforehand?"

A senior official slammed his hand on the table furiously, his face ashen.

"We need to act immediately, identify them, and stop their atrocities!"

Another senior official spoke with equally intense anger.

"I've already sent people to suppress them."

A military officer lowered his head, his voice trembling.

"But... they seem to possess some kind of Superpowers. Our troops are no match for them at all."

The American forces sent to suppress the Reincarnators were slaughtered clean within minutes, nearly wiped out