At six o'clock in the morning, the whole of Philadelphia was still sleeping, with only some morning jogging enthusiasts exercising by the river, and some were garbage collectors working.

Fisher did this. He drove a cleaning car on a familiar street, operating the machine to dump buckets of garbage into the bucket behind. Philadelphia people are still more disciplined at this point, so Fisher has always worked alone. Of course, this job is not all so simple. Sometimes some trash cans are so full that people have to put the garbage next to the trash can, and he has to get out of the car. But this is still fine. What he hates the most is his current situation. Next to the trash can, a drunk man holding an empty wine bottle in his hand and slumping next to the trash can. His body and the ground are full of nausea vomit.

Fisher shook his head helplessly, parked the car aside, got out and carried the drunk man aside, and saw if he was still breathing. After all, those who were in their business saw many drunken people who were choked to death by their vomit. Fisher, who had always believed in Jesus devoutly, was still very happy to help others.

As soon as he got out of the car, Fisher smelled the sour smell. He felt that if this man was not drunk and unconscious, he would have been stinking to death even if he was not choked to death. He put on a mask and gloves and walked towards the drunkard. Fortunately, there were no wild dogs around, otherwise he would be attracted by the smell and might even bite him. Unfortunately, he didn't know that he would be unlucky with the drunkard today. This strong smell attracted creatures that were even more terrifying than wild dogs.

Several flame demons were walking between the buildings under their squad leader, and one of them asked, "Head, how can you create chaos?"

After hearing this, the purgatory flame demon, who was the captain of the squad, immediately yelled at him: "Idiot, I can't even create chaos, I just look for places with many people to kill and set fire."

Looking at these subordinates who suddenly realized his enlightenment, he couldn't help but curse, "Damn, I hate these novices the most, I have to start from scratch." But there is no way, who made his rank so low? After two hell wars, he only upgraded to the Purgatory Flame Demon. It only means that he has a strong ability to escape. For a cowardly demon like him, he can only be assigned to lead the new flame Demon to fight the troops in front of the front.

"Head, there seems to be food over there." A fire demon sniffed and pointed to the side.

"Oh? Let's take a look. Maybe it's humans at breakfast, and we can cause panic among them." Under the leadership of the Purgatory Flame Demon, his six subordinates also turned to one side, but unfortunately, they only saw Fisher dragging the drunkard aside.

"Oh my god, these humans are so wasteful. They actually scattered food on the ground. They really deserve to go to hell." These fire demons, including their captain, have never been to the world. In hell, it would be good to have a low-level demon like them, so they took it for granted to treat the vomit that emitted sour smell as food. However, the Purgatory Fire Demon was still a little more advanced. He ordered: "Idiot, those two humans are delicious. Eat them and set fire to the surrounding area."

Amid Fisher's screams, six flame demons rushed forward. In the eyes of the demon, weakness was an original sin. Fisher, who had no weapons, was no different from the drunkard next to him. Whether kindness or not could not be exchanged for the favor of God or Jesus or the mercy of the enemy. Only by taking up weapons to resist can one get a glimmer of life.

This terrible scene came to the ordinary people in Philadelphia this morning. Countless flames ignited from the northeast of the city. The local government, which had been safe for too long, paid the price for its slow reaction. Unfortunately, the most tragic consequences fell on ordinary people.

When the mayor finally got the news and hurriedly called the police chief, he was told that the last mobile unit had been sent outside the city to lose contact. After learning the bad news, he was still loyal to his duties and immediately contacted the National Guard in Pennsylvania. Of course, he also called a helicopter and arranged for his wife to quickly clean up the valuable things at home and prepare to transfer at any time. He felt that he had done his best. After all, even the President would be kicked off the stage, right? As long as he saves his life and has worked hard for so many years, he is still confident that he can live a good life even if he steps down. As for ordinary people, God bless them.

The National Guard is quite competent. After all, there have been demon attacks in the United States. They organized a team and immediately rushed towards Philadelphia. Unfortunately, the news was finally too late. With the arrival of the second demon army, most of Philadelphia had fallen, and the National Guard could only be forced to engage in street battles with the demons that they were most reluctant to face.

On a hill in the outskirts of Philadelphia, two F35 fighter jets roared past, passing through the smoke-filled city and heading northeast of Philadelphia. Two figures watched the fighter jets fly by, and one of them asked worriedly: "Sir, don't you need to remind Lord Lucifer?"

"Haha, Mark, haven't I said that my mission is only responsible for opening the hell channel. As for the subsequent matters, it has nothing to do with me. I dare not say whether humans are good or not, but there are absolutely no good people in hell. The five great demons have come to the world from the hell channel, but do you see any contact with me? So, in this whole thing, I am at most a promoter and bystander. As for whether humans or demons win in the end, or even the last action in heaven, it's not my business. This matter is full of too many coincidences. I feel that there are invisible hands manipulating behind it, and maybe more than one. These humans and demons may just be chess pieces on the chessboard. Only by standing outside the chessboard can we get the greatest benefit. We just need to watch the development of this chessboard quietly."

"Yes, sir, your wisdom is enough to illuminate the dim hell."
Chapter completed!