I made up myths in America

Chapter 6: Flame of Vengeance
Brooklyn Heights.

As one of the few wealthy areas in Brooklyn.

Not only is it close to Brooklyn Park and the East River, with beautiful scenery, but there are also 24-hour patrol police to ensure the personal safety of residents.

The reason why Luke's family can live here is because of the large amount of insurance compensation left to him by his parents when they died.

But now, all this has nothing to do with him.

Sneaking to the window of his house and hearing the exciting sounds in the bedroom, Luke closed his eyes in pain, recalling the sweet moments he had with his wife.

Once upon a time, they were considered a model couple by their neighbors. Why did it end up like this?

Is it just because this black guy can satisfy her? !

The good memories of the past were like an unbreakable rope, tightly wrapped around his neck. The more memories he had, the tighter the rope became.

Until I heard the voice of that black guy Delonte Westin in the room: "Little bitch, West's daddy has to go out to work, come back tomorrow to fuck your Ace!"

The string of reason in Luke's mind completely broke.

Losing his mind, he easily knocked a huge human-shaped hole into the bedroom wall. Under the horrified gaze of his wife, he punched the black man Delonte's head to pieces.

The naked woman lying on the bed was suddenly splashed all over, half of her face and the wet sheets beneath her were stained with color. She screamed in fright.

"Ahhh-"

The shrill soprano instantly attracted the attention of Luke's neighbors and patrolmen.

Two police officers with silver police badges on their chests hurried over. After seeing the tragedy in the room, they quickly drew their guns and pointed them at Luke, shouting:

"Sir, please squat down immediately with your hands on your head. Please do not make any unnecessary movements."

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Luke, who was enjoying the afterglow of revenge, came to his senses, glanced at the two policemen nonchalantly, and looked down at his bloody hands.

It turns out that revenge is so comfortable.

It is more pleasurable than doing anything else. Dopamine gushes out like a floodgate opening, and my whole body is shaking with pleasure.

"Sir, I'm warning you again. Immediately squat down with your hands on your head. Please don't make any unnecessary movements!!"

The two police officers raised their voices again.

The woman in the room ran towards them, hugging the quilt as if she had seen a savior, and screamed as she ran:

"Officer, shoot him! He's a monster! He killed my boyfriend with one punch!!"

"Ah."

Luke laughed when he heard this.

He grabbed the wedding photo that had not been cleaned up by the bedside and threw it away.

Whizzing! !
The wooden frame, with the help of Luke's extraordinary strength, is far more terrifying than ordinary weapons.

The woman's forward movement froze instantly.

A large hole had been pierced through her chest by the wooden frame. Looking down, she could just see the exposed fragment of the photo. She was young, holding her husband's hand, smiling broadly. "Fire!"

The two policemen were so scared that they immediately pulled the trigger.

In the smoke, Luke was hit by dozens of metal bullets.

He was fine, but his clothes were even more torn.

This caused his originally calm heart to flare up with anger again.

"You asked for this!!"

The floor in the room was instantly crushed, and Luke shot out like a cannonball.

Boom! !
Amidst the fierce gunfire, the middle-aged policeman with a big belly on the left was quickly approached.

In his desperate eyes, Luke chopped directly at his neck, and the head flew away from the body at a rapid speed.

And the young policeman on the right is about to follow in his footsteps.

The young policeman finally recognized Luke, who was covered in blood and had not shaved for a long time.

He said in a trembling voice, "Uncle Luke, I'm Little John, Old John's son."

"Old John?!"

Luke stopped, looked silently at the young man in front of him who was probably only in his early twenties, put away his fist and turned to leave.

“Wow wow wow!!”

Just ten minutes after Luke left, police cars stopped at the entrance of the Brooklyn Heights community.

Fully armed Brooklyn police officers and forensic doctors got out of the car and began their work in an orderly manner, setting up a cordon and investigating the scene.

Four people got out of a black Chevrolet SUV. They were detectives from the Special Investigations Division led by George Gently.

They are generally only responsible for serious crimes of a serious nature within New York City, such as the gang fight that occurred in the Irish gang's territory not long ago.

It can be said that he is well-informed.

but. . . . . .

The strange scene at Luke's house still shocked several experienced detectives.

Each of them put on shoe covers, gloves, and hats and walked carefully into the crime scene.

When one of the brown-haired detectives saw the large, human-shaped hole in the bedroom wall that Luke had created, he turned to look at George Gently and said, "Boss, you don't think there really are cyborgs or mutants in this world, do you?"

George Gently scanned every corner of the room carefully, not missing any detail.

Only after he was sure that he hadn't missed anything did he let out a breath, looked at the irregular blood splattering on the ground, and shook his head.

“Maybe we didn’t have it before, but we have it now.”

(End of this chapter)