A Journey of American Comics Starting from the Zombie Universe

Chapter 681 Magical Spell

Just when Commissioner Smith thought everything was settled and was about to leave the chaotic furniture store, something strange happened. The black mamba basketball birds that had lost their life signs began to move again in front of everyone's astonished eyes, their feathers gradually regained their luster, and their wings gently flapped, as if they had just woken up from a deep sleep.

"This...how is this possible!" a clerk exclaimed, his voice full of disbelief and fear.

Commissioner Smith was also stunned. He quickly looked around and saw that the birds were not only resurrected, but their eyes were flashing with a crazier light than before. They flapped their wings and flew high again. This time, they did not control the model helicopter, but directly launched a more violent attack on the crowd with their flesh and blood.

The store was in chaos, with screams and cries for help. Commissioner Smith felt a strong sense of crisis when he saw this. He knew that if these birds continued to wreak havoc, the consequences would be disastrous.

"We must stop them!" Commissioner Smith vowed to himself. He took a deep breath, trying to calm his panic, while quickly searching for possible countermeasures in his mind.

However, facing these strangely resurrected black mamba basketball birds, any conventional methods seemed pale and powerless. Commissioner Smith realized that he had to use his best tricks to turn the tide.

At this moment, a vague memory suddenly flashed through his mind - it was an ancient and mysterious spell, which was said to be learned from an old man who traveled all over the world when he was young. Although he had never had the opportunity to verify its authenticity, at this moment, he had no choice but to give it a try.

Commissioner Smith jumped up suddenly, stomping his feet heavily on the ground, and the whole store seemed to be shaken. He stared at those crazy black mamba basketball birds with wide eyes, then took a deep breath and shouted with all his strength: "Man! What canned food? I said, man, get out!"

This spell, which sounded illogical and even a little funny, seemed to contain endless power when it came out of Commissioner Smith's mouth. As his voice fell, a strange wave seemed to appear in the air, and the originally ferocious Black Mamba basketball birds froze in the air instantly, their eyes becoming empty and confused.

"This...what is this?" A clerk widened his eyes, looking at the scene in disbelief.

"I don't know, but it seems to work." Commissioner Smith was also stunned, but he quickly regained his composure. He realized that this might be his only chance.

So, he once again gathered all his strength and repeated the mysterious spell. This time, his voice was louder and more determined. Under the impact of the spell, the black mamba basketball birds finally couldn't bear it and fell from the sky one after another, losing their breath of life again.

The store suddenly became quiet, leaving only the heavy breathing and heartbeats of people. Commissioner Smith stood there, breathing heavily, his clothes soaked with sweat, but his eyes were shining with victory.

"We...we are saved?" asked a clerk in a trembling voice.

"Yes, we are saved." Commissioner Smith nodded. His voice was hoarse but full of power.

However, the joy of victory did not last long. Commissioner Smith soon realized that although this mysterious spell solved the immediate crisis, it also brought more mysteries and questions. Why did those black mamba basketball birds come back to life? What secrets are hidden behind them? And that mysterious spell, where did it come from, and why does it have such a powerful power?

These questions weighed on Commissioner Smith's mind like a mountain, making him unable to relax. But he knew that he could not stop there. As a commissioner, he had the responsibility and obligation to get to the bottom of it and uncover the truth.

So, with the shop assistants looking at him with gratitude and admiration, Commissioner Smith slowly turned around and set off on a new journey. His figure stretched out in the afterglow of the setting sun, looking particularly determined and lonely. He knew that the road ahead would be full of unknowns and challenges, but he was ready. No matter what kind of storms lay ahead, he would move forward fearlessly.

As for the mysterious spell - "Man! What can I say, man get out!" It seems to be the only clue and puzzle in this chaos. Perhaps one day in the future, when Commissioner Smith uncovers all the mysteries, the true meaning and source of this spell will also surface. But before that, it is like an unsolved mystery, forever remaining in people's memory and becoming a legend.

In the furniture store dyed red by the afterglow of the setting sun, chaos and astonishment reached a peak again. Commissioner Smith just thought he had solved all the problems, but unexpectedly, the black mamba basketball birds that seemed to have died spread their wings again in front of everyone's horrified eyes, like demons returning from hell, and regained control of this space.

"This... How is this possible!" Commissioner Smith muttered to himself, his face turned pale in an instant, his eyes full of disbelief. He realized that the spell he just shouted obviously did not really touch the core of these strange creatures, but may have aroused their deeper anger and power.

"Commissioner! What should we do?" a soldier asked nervously, his voice full of fear and helplessness. Other shop assistants and customers also looked to him for help. The whole store seemed to have become an isolated island, shrouded in despair.

Commissioner Smith gritted his teeth and tried to calm himself down. He knew that panicking at this moment would only make the situation worse. He closed his eyes and tried to recall every detail of the old man's teaching of the spell, trying to find the problem.

Suddenly, a thought flashed through his mind - could it be that the order of the spell he just recited was wrong? Thinking of this, his eyes suddenly opened, flashing with a determined light.

"Man! What canned food? I said! Mamba, get out!" He took a deep breath and shouted out the rearranged spell with all his strength. His voice echoed in the store, as if an invisible force was stirring in the air.

This time, the miracle did not happen again. Instead, an unprecedented energy wave erupted instantly with Commissioner Smith as the center. The energy was so strong that the entire store trembled as if it was about to be torn apart.

Under the impact of this energy, the Black Mamba basketball birds did not become stiff or fall as before. Instead, their bodies suddenly began to swell and twist, and finally turned into fragments and black smoke in a series of deafening explosions.

"This..." Commissioner Smith stared at what was happening before his eyes in amazement. He had never seen such a tragic and bizarre scene. The birds that were once alive and kicking were now reduced to debris and ashes.

"We...we won?" a soldier asked in a trembling voice, with fear and disbelief in his eyes.

"Win? Maybe." Commissioner Smith's voice was low and complicated. He did not feel happy because of the victory, but was filled with heaviness and doubt. He realized that although he had solved the crisis at hand, it might just open up another more terrifying and complicated situation. The clerks and customers fled from this chaotic place, their faces full of fear and anxiety. Commissioner Smith stood alone, looking at the mess and black smoke on the ground, and fell into deep thought.

"What kind of power is this?" he muttered to himself. "Why is the spell taught by the old man so powerful and dangerous? What secrets are hidden behind these black mamba basketball birds?"

His mind was full of questions and confusion, but he knew that he had to find the answer as soon as possible. Otherwise, such a disaster would likely happen again, and even bring more serious consequences.

At this moment, a gust of wind blew past, dispersing some of the black smoke and ashes. Commissioner Smith's sight passed through the smoke and fell on an inconspicuous corner. There was a device that was blown beyond recognition. It was the electronic device he destroyed before. He had an idea and walked over quickly to take a closer look.

Although the device had been blown to pieces, Commissioner Smith could still vaguely see some clues. It was covered with complex circuits and symbols, which seemed to be inextricably linked to the resurrection of the Black Mamba basketball birds.

"Could it be..." Commissioner Smith had a bold guess in his mind, "The reason why these birds came back to life and went out of control is precisely because of this device? And that spell is the key to turning this device on or off?"

Thinking of this, he became more determined. He must find the source and manufacturer of this device and uncover the truth. Only in this way can he ensure that similar disasters will not happen again and protect more innocent people from harm.

So, Commissioner Smith stood up, his eyes firm and resolute. He knew that the road ahead would be full of unknowns and dangers, but he was ready. He would use his wisdom and courage to pursue the truth hidden in the darkness and bring a ray of light and hope to the world.

Behind him, the furniture store that was blown to pieces seemed to become a tombstone of this bizarre incident, forever remembering this thrilling experience. The wreckage and ashes of the Black Mamba basketball bird became witnesses of this disaster, reminding people never to underestimate the power and danger of the unknown.

Commissioner Smith was about to turn around and leave the chaotic furniture store, with mixed emotions in his heart - both shock at the strange incident and anticipation for the truth to be revealed. However, at this moment, a clerk suddenly appeared in front of him, his face full of dissatisfaction and anger.

"Mr. Commissioner, you can't just walk away like this!" The clerk's voice was sharp and piercing. He pointed to the mess around him and continued, "Look here, these destroyed furniture, these scattered fragments, and those innocent injured customers and employees. How are you going to be responsible?"

Commissioner Smith was stunned. He didn't expect to be questioned so directly. He looked around. Indeed, the explosion just now not only destroyed the Black Mamba basketball birds, but also caused heavy damage to the entire store. He took a deep breath and tried to calm his embarrassment and helplessness.

"I...I understand that this disaster was indeed caused by me." Commissioner Smith's voice was a little hoarse. He lowered his head and tried not to look directly at the clerk. "But please believe me, I didn't do it on purpose. I...I will do my best to make up for it all."

However, the clerk didn't seem to buy it, and his eyes were full of suspicion and dissatisfaction. "Try to make up for it? How are you going to make up for it? With your promise or your title? Everything here is a real loss, and it needs real money to make up for it!"

Commissioner Smith felt embarrassed and helpless. He knew he could not calm the clerk's anger with words. He touched his pocket, hoping to find some cash to temporarily ease the embarrassing situation. But he soon realized that he did not carry much cash when he went out.

At this moment, his eyes fell on a small package he was carrying with him. It was a package of special items he had prepared for emergencies, including a concrete sample numbered 42. His mind moved, and an absurd but still feasible solution came to his mind.

"Please...please listen to me." Commissioner Smith carefully took the concrete sample out of the package and handed it to the clerk with both hands. "I know this may sound a bit ridiculous, but I don't have much cash on hand. However, this piece of concrete...although it looks ordinary, I actually brought it back from a very special place. It has unique physical and chemical properties. Perhaps...perhaps we can find a way to use its properties to repair the damage here."

The clerk stared at the concrete sample in Commissioner Smith's hand with wide eyes, looking at it in disbelief. He obviously didn't expect that the other party would take out such an incredible thing as compensation.

"Are you...are you kidding me?" The clerk's voice was trembling. "Using a piece of concrete to compensate for the damage here? This is simply an insult to us!"

"Please believe me, this is not a joke." Commissioner Smith's tone became unusually serious. "I know it sounds incredible, but I promise that the value of this concrete far exceeds its appearance. If...if you are willing to give me a little time, I may be able to prove it to you."

The clerk hesitated for a moment, but finally nodded. After all, he knew that the man in front of him was of extraordinary status, and perhaps he really had some unknown secrets.

So, Commissioner Smith got busy. He used his professional knowledge and the special properties of the concrete to design a complex repair plan. Although this plan seemed fantastic to many people, it actually started to show results under his clever operation.

As time went by, the damaged furniture was gradually restored to its original state under the "magic" of concrete, and the scattered fragments were cleverly pieced together. Even the injured customers and employees were properly resettled and treated with the assistance of Commissioner Smith.

However, although Commissioner Smith successfully resolved the crisis at hand, he did not feel at ease at all. He knew that all this was only temporary. Although the concrete numbered 42 was magical, it could not really solve the mystery behind those black mamba basketball birds. He had to move on to pursue the truth hidden in the darkness.

When everything was done, Commissioner Smith stood in front of the clerk again. He handed over a business card with his contact information and address. "If you need anything in the future, or find any clues related to this incident, please contact me." He said sincerely, "I owe you a favor, and I also owe this store an explanation."

The clerk watched Commissioner Smith leave with mixed feelings. He regretted the conflict, but was also impressed by the other party's sincerity and ability. He quietly put the business card away, and secretly decided that if he really found any clues one day, he would inform this mysterious commissioner as soon as possible.

Commissioner Smith continues on his journey. His heart is full of doubts and uneasiness, but he also understands that only by bravely facing the unknown and danger can he uncover the secrets hidden in the darkness. He will use his wisdom and courage to protect the peace and tranquility of the world.

(End of this chapter)