The Exorcism Began in America.

RUMBLE!

Accompanied by a deafening roar, the massive tree that had strayed from its intended path finally crashed to the ground.

"It stopped? The wind stopped!"

Monte and the others had been desperately clinging to various heavy objects. They felt the howling wind by their ears swiftly fade and slowly raised their heads.

Looking at the surrounding chaos, everyone collapsed on the ground, gasping for breath.

Uncle Emons's nerves had barely settled. He seemed to suddenly remember something and immediately got up, walking toward the fallen tree.

"Right, let's see if it hit anything!"

"That's... No way!" Monte stared at where the tree had fallen. As if a realization was dawning on him, his eyes suddenly widened.

Instinctively, he stood up and also walked toward the treetop.

Uncle Emons, already standing there, whipped his head around.

"Call for help! There's been an accident!"

"What? What kind of accident?" The people still catching their breath on the ground were startled. They quickly stood up and moved closer.

"Oh, Xie Te!" Seeing the state of the treetop area, everyone cursed.

Monte looked at the woman in the passenger seat. She was pierced by branches, riddled with holes. For a moment, he didn't know what to say.

Although he had just been thinking that these two should go straight to Hell, he hadn't expected it to happen so quickly.

Thick branches had pierced through the woman's brain and chest, and countless smaller branches were embedded in various parts of her body.

Red and white viscous fluids splattered the entire car cabin.

If the streetlight hadn't partially blocked its fall, the car would likely have been flattened by the tree.

In such a gory scene, it would take a miracle for the woman to survive.

As everyone stared at the accident scene in bewildered shock, a weak cry for help suddenly came from the car crushed beneath the tree.

"COUGH... COUGH, COUGH... Help me! Is anyone there? Someone, save me!"

"It's Staven!" Recognizing the familiar voice, Monte was shocked. He hadn't expected Staven to still be alive under these circumstances.

"What do we do? The police and rescue teams haven't arrived yet! What should we do?"

A few workers swallowed hard and instinctively stepped back.

They didn't want to get involved in this situation.

Uncle Emons called out in a low, stern voice to the retreating men, "What are you doing? At least pretend to do something! Go get a saw!"

"Okay... okay!" the workers instinctively responded and ran toward the toolbox.

Meanwhile, Monte spotted a nearby chainsaw.

"Kid, put that down!"

Monte had just steeled his resolve to rescue his enemy. Completely baffled, he stared at Uncle Emons, who was stopping him, wondering why.

"The chainsaw vibrates too much! Do you want to kill him and yourself?"

Monte was dumbfounded.

Uncle Emons walked up to Monte, snatched the chainsaw away, and whispered, "Idiot, do you even know how to perform a rescue? We're just putting on a show!"

"Oh... okay!" Stunned, Monte instinctively nodded. He joined his co-workers and began to slowly clear the numerous branches from the outer part of the tree.

James was driving into Washington. He had intended to go straight to his client's house along the main street, but a fallen tree blocked his way.

However, a glance at the map showed he wasn't far from his destination. So, he simply parked the car by the roadside and prepared to walk to his client's home.

He glanced casually toward the large tree. Several men who looked like workers seemed to be sawing off its branches.

But seeing the tools they were using, he couldn't help but frown.

It seems that by the time I return after completing my commission, this large tree will still be here!

As he walked on, the grating of saw teeth against branches grew clearer. A familiar scent gradually wafted into his nostrils.

Is this... such a strong smell of blood?

He instinctively glanced toward the workers. Their nervous expressions immediately caught his eye.

Looking under the tree, he saw a somewhat mangled car.

Indeed. One never knows if tomorrow or an accident will arrive first...

After a few silent moments of observation, James turned and walked away.

Monte, carefully setting a branch aside, happened to witness the entire sequence: the man looking at them, then departing.

That man with the scar on his face... he seems a bit odd.

I'm sure he saw the car under the tree, but there wasn't a trace of emotion on his face. So different from everyone else.

It's as if he's completely indifferent to it all.

That scar... it looks like it was left by some kind of beast. Oh, another poor soul!

Before he could finish his thought, Uncle Emons's urging voice came from beside him.

"Monte, what are you doing? Hurry up and get this damned branch out of the way! The rescuers and police are almost here!"

"Okay, okay! I'm on it!"

At the accident scene, cordoned off by police tape, Police Chief Bulson had just finished assessing the situation. He irritably smoothed back his slicked-back hair.

Xie Te! Another accident? How many is that now?

The officer next to him shrugged. "Probably the eighth? Or the ninth..."

Damn it, has Lady Luck taken a vacation these past few days?

Bulson gulped down the drink he'd bought at the previous accident scene. He wiped the fine beads of sweat from his forehead and walked over to the workers clustered to one side.

Glancing at the figure being extricated from the car by professional rescuers, he praised them with a touch of exaggeration, "Guys, good job. You at least saved that poor sap's life!"

"..."

"Uhm... okay." Seeing their somewhat tense expressions, Bulson shrugged. "So, can anyone explain to me exactly what happened?"

As the workers' de facto leader, Uncle Emons had no choice but to step forward.

"Chief Bulson, sir, it was an unfortunate accident. That sudden gust of wind..."

As time passed, Bulson occasionally interjected with questions during Emons's account.

The large tree was eventually cut down and removed, and the car—crushed almost as flat as a discus—was towed away. Only then did Bulson finally extend his hand and shake Emons's warmly.

"Thank you for your cooperation!"

"..."

After bidding the workers farewell, he returned directly to his police car.

"Boss, is this one the same as the others before?"

Bulson exhaled a long breath. "Phew. Yes," he nodded.

Hearing this, the officer driving seemed to have expected it. Glancing in the rearview mirror at the chief in the back seat, he looked like he wanted to say something but hesitated.