The convoy returned to the villa outside the suburbs from the Capitol of Washington, DC. The vice president walked into the house proudly, and two bodyguards followed closely with a box.

When he arrived at the living room, the vice president gave himself a glass of wine and said casually, "Put the box here, you all go out."

"Yes." The two bodyguards walked out obediently.

The vice president put down the bottle and turned around, and suddenly found the old man sitting on the sofa. He smiled and patted his chest, "You scared me."

"Haha, how do you feel today, the future president?"

The vice president took a sip of wine and turned his glass to recall the feeling of questioning the president in Congress today, but he still felt unsatisfied, "Oh, that feeling of controlling everything is so good. Unfortunately, I'm not the president yet."

"Haha, don't worry, with my help, this is not a problem. Have I got what I want?"

"Yes, right in the box over there, what do you want those things? They are not very precious antiques, and how do you know they are placed in the basement of Congress, and I don't even know that these things are there."

"Oh, our family belonged to the south in the early days of the founding of the People's Republic of China. During the Civil War, some family things were taken away by the North. I checked for a long time before I found their location. Thank you very much for your help to our family." The old man owed him slightly.

"This is just a simple task, it's nothing. By the way, what should I do next?"

"It's easy, I'll create a chance, and then you just..."

Located in Maine, New England, the northeast corner of the United States, it is densely forested and has beautiful scenery. There are many small towns in the hilly in the inland area, including one of which is called Byron.

There are only two policemen in this small town with only dozens of families. The older sheriff is used to having a cup of coffee in the only coffee shop in the town every morning to start the day's work.

As he was drinking coffee and reading the newspaper as usual, a strange passenger walked past the window, an old man in a windbreaker, carrying a huge suitcase, but it didn't take much effort to look at it.

The sheriff frowned. It was so early that the only bus had not arrived yet. Where did the old man come from? He walked out with coffee and called out to the old man: "Hey, old man, it came out so early. Where did you come from? The weather is a little cold. I'll treat you to a cup of coffee."

The old man turned around and a smiley expression appeared on his wrinkled face, "Oh, it's Mr. Police, no, I came from Washington, my nephew drove me to him. There was something wrong with his car and it was being repaired. I saw that the scenery around me was very good, just take a look."

"Then be careful, don't be too far from the village, there are wolves in the forest."

The old man nodded slightly at him, "Okay, Mr. Police, I will pay attention."

Looking at the harmless old man, the sheriff did not think much, turned around and returned to the cafe to continue his breakfast. The old man came to the center of the town and looked around, as if looking for something.

Soon, he seemed to have found something, and walked towards a hill outside the town with a box, and the sheriff's words had no effect on him.

When he arrived at the top of the hill, he looked around again. This time he only glanced at it and determined his goal, walking towards a small canyon behind the hill, where the grass seemed to be a little lush than other places.

When he came to the strange grass at the bottom of the valley, he opened his palm and pointed it at the ground. A black light flashed, and a piece of grass that was one meter square was suspended in the air with the soil below. He swung it casually, and the grass was thrown aside.

He came to the edge of the newly created cave and looked down. A pile of dense bones emerged from the bottom of the cave. Looking at this horrifying scene, the old man showed a bright smile. He said to himself: "Hehe, stupid humans, you never thought that the passage of hell was created by you."

He walked to the side and opened a large suitcase he was carrying, and took out a broken sword, a sheep's horn, a piece of rag, a black wooden stick and a bottle of black oil.

When the sun gradually set and the night came, he placed these five things around the cave, stood aside and recited: "The resentful spirit of the Argon Qin Indians, use your power to open a channel connecting the other world, and let the demons punish those white-skinned murderers instead of you..."

The five things released red lines and connected each other, forming a five-colored star on the ground. A pale resentment surged into the sky, wandering in the air for a while, then retracted back into the cave at an extremely fast speed, and a rumbling sound came from the cave.

Not long after, a tall black shadow staring with scarlet eyes came out of the cave. The tall body felt too incongruous compared to the narrow cave on the ground. As soon as he came out, he saw the old man next to the entrance of the cave and hurriedly knelt down, "Sir."

"Well, stand aside and don't block others' path."

"Yes." After the black shadow moved out of the way, all kinds of black shadows kept coming out of the hole, and they hurriedly saluted after seeing the old man.

As the moon rose to the top of the night sky, the town of Byron also fell into tranquility. After patrolling for a day, the old sheriff returned home, looked at his wife who was sleeping in the bed and smiled, took off his police uniform and got into the bed.

"Ah~~~" A shrill cry suddenly came from the town. The old sheriff turned over and got out of the bed, and immediately caught his gun.

"What's wrong?" his wife asked in a daze.

"You keep sleeping, don't go out, I'll go out and take a look."

"Oh, be careful."

The old sheriff shone the flashlight in front of him, and held the pistol in the other hand and walked towards the screaming house. The house that seemed to be the Fitz and his wife, and the door was broken open. Could it be that it was robbed? The old sheriff wiped out the flashlight and slowly walked into the house with guns in both hands.

There was no one on the first floor, and a strange sound came from the second floor. He slowly walked up, his eyes crossed the upper edge of the stairs and looked into the corridor. A terrifying scene came into his eyes. A big black calf stood in the corridor on the second floor. What was terrifying was that it had three heads, the head in the middle was eating Mr. Fitz on the ground, and the head on the left bit Mrs. Fitz's neck hard, and the splashed blood stained the entire corridor red.

The old sheriff's soles suddenly softened, and the flashlight hanging around his waist hit the handrail of the stairs, making a sound. He saw in horror that the head on the right of the monster turned around, his two scarlet eyes staring at him, and his big mouth full of sharp teeth opened slightly and showed a ferocious smile.

Bang bang, the continuous gunfire echoed over the town, but failed to save any inhabitants. The army of demons surrounded the town and brought everyone into the abyss of hell.

The old man who made it all stood at the top of the hill and looked down and smiled, saying to the big demon next to him: "Continue to head south and act according to the plan."

The big demon, much taller than the old man, bowed humbly, "Yes, sir, you must act according to your plan."
Chapter completed!