I made up myths in America

Chapter 140 Nibelungen
"Then what are we waiting for?!"

Upon hearing this, the president frowned deeply. "Get our FBI agents and police moving! Find him immediately, and..."

At this point, the president paused, raised his right hand, and emphasized his words:
"A statement issued by the White House claims that Abraham Lincoln was resurrected with the help of demonic powers."

"For the safety of the United States and the world, we have decided to immediately deploy troops to seal off the entire District of Washington, D.C."

"Yes, Your Excellency President."

Upon hearing this, the people in the conference room exchanged surprised glances, then nodded and went out to attend to their own work.

"I'm going to get rich! I'm going to get rich!"

Meanwhile, on the other side, on a highway from Washington to New York, Brandon gripped the steering wheel with both hands, floored the accelerator, his face beaming with excitement, glancing every now and then at the black briefcase on the passenger seat.

Whether he can achieve financial freedom in the second half of his life depends on this treasure.

The idea of ​​handing it over to the US government never even crossed his mind.

Ever since his father, a firefighter who participated in the 991 ground rescue, died painfully at home without him and his mother receiving a single penny of compensation, Brandon has lost all trust in the damned US government.

Even during the day, when everyone was saying that President Lincoln had been resurrected and rushing to the memorial to hear his speech, he didn't go. Instead, he focused on searching for valuable items in the buildings that had been destroyed by the flood.

Surprisingly, he actually found it, and it was the Buddhist ritual implement that had just saved the entire Washington, D.C.!
Brandon only learned its name by overhearing it during a sermon by Buddhists distributing supplies.

Many Buddhists who came to Washington believed that this powerful and magical object had disappeared along with the image of Acala, and many more regarded it as an act of Buddha's manifestation, preaching it to the surrounding Washington citizens.
It wasn't until Brandon dug it out of the ruins that he realized he had won the lottery. After convincing his brother, who didn't recognize its value, he ran away with the treasure that very night and contacted his cousin, who owned a smuggling boat in New York.

Now, calculating the time, in just over an hour, after he drives his car to the port of New York, he can board his cousin's ship and go with him to Japan, Thailand, Southeast Asia, or any other country he wants.

The wealthy people there would certainly be willing to pay a high price for this treasure.

Then, haha
Brandon's fantasy of living the life of a tycoon had just begun when he saw several police cars parked at a road intersection not far away. His heart sank, and he immediately slammed on the brakes, grabbed his briefcase, and ran into the dense forest in the mountains.

"Reporting to headquarters, a suspicious target, Brandon Rush, has been spotted. He just abandoned his vehicle and fled into the mountains next to I-95."

The New York police officers immediately noticed the anomaly in the police car parked on the side of the road. They drew their guns and quickly gave chase while reporting the news to headquarters.

"Great! We finally found it!!"

Ray Kelly, who had barely slept all night, stood up excitedly from his seat upon hearing the news, coffee cup in hand.

Meanwhile, George Gently was already glued to the screen, watching the dim images transmitted from the smart body camera worn by the officer, which was connected to the internet in real time.

Whoosh, whoosh—

You can clearly hear the sheriff leading the team breathing rapidly in the video, as well as a warning to Brandon who is running very fast.

But the other party clearly didn't want to give up this readily available wealth, and ran even faster.

Later, the middle-aged sheriff could no longer keep up with him. George Gently frowned slightly and asked the technicians to switch to footage of a younger officer enforcing the law.

Meanwhile, the two sides had been chasing each other for almost twenty minutes in the dimly lit forest.

Even the young officers were breathing heavily, their strength waning. Holding their guns, they shouted at the figures in the distance, "Stop, Brandon Rush, or I'll shoot!!" Bang! Bang!
As he spoke, the young police officer fired two shots with his gun pointed upwards, startling a large flock of birds in the forest.

Upon hearing the gunshot, Brandon not only didn't stop, but ran even faster.

Just as he was about to reach the end of the mountain path, his face turned grim in the dim moonlight. Before him lay a steep cliff with a deep-looking lake below.

“Hoo, hoo, hoo.”

At this moment, three young and fit New York police officers caught up with them. Seeing that the other party had nowhere to escape, they smiled.

However, to be on the safe side, they did not adopt a forceful or oppressive approach, but instead patiently persuaded:

"Brandon, give up the struggle. If you surrender now, we won't do anything to you. In fact, our chief said he'll give you a bonus."

“That’s right, Brandon.”

Ray Kelly's somewhat agitated voice came through one of the officers' walkie-talkies.

“If you give up resistance now and hand over the Vajra to us, I guarantee you will not be treated unfairly, and the New York City government will award you at least five million dollars.”

"hehe."

Upon hearing the words 'New York City Government,' Brandon chuckled coldly, clutching his briefcase, and said:
"When my father went into the World Trade Center in New York to help with the rescue, you made the same promise to him and his colleagues. But now, they are either still lying in hospital beds, barely clinging to life, or they are long dead. This is your so-called promise? This is the American government that preaches freedom and democracy to the world? Fuck you, you damned liars!"

Without hesitation, he turned around, grabbed the box in his hands, and jumped down.

Bang, bang, bang!!
Several police officers immediately opened fire, but they were unable to stop the falling body.

Pfft! !

A few seconds later, a huge splash of water erupted from the lake below the cliff.

A police officer, watching this scene with a flashlight, cursed loudly with a grim expression.

"Fuck, Allen, White, you guys stay here and hold the flashlight for me, I'm going down to take a look too."

As he spoke, he immediately took off his police uniform jacket, preparing to jump down as well.

But then, the curly-haired officer next to him pulled him aside and said, "Wait, Hall, something seems off."

As they spoke, the lake below shimmered under the flashlight, and wisps of white mist rose from its surface.

At first, the fog wasn't very thick, but in the blink of an eye, a large swath of eerie white fog emerged from underwater, covering not only the entire lake but also showing a tendency to spread towards the valley above them.

"Gulu."

The three police officers swallowed nervously and took a few steps back.

(End of this chapter)