I made up myths in America

Chapter 9 Return
In the presidential suite.

The clock on the wall shows seven o'clock.

When he left, a ray of light appeared in the gray sky outside the window.

Some New Yorkers who got up early have already started their morning jog.

When Lu Bai turned on the TV, as expected, it was full of smokescreens released by the American government, such as someone cheating on their partner, and several technology stocks on the Darknas sector soaring, but there was no news about Luke Duncan.

When it comes to real supernatural powers, the U.S. government has shown a rigor that is different from its previous lax style. Not only has it required every insider to sign the highest level of confidentiality agreement, but it has also sternly warned various social media outlets not to report any related news.

“Who said America has freedom of speech?”

Lu Bai felt a little depressed because the expected thing did not happen.

But he quickly adjusted himself and told himself not to rush.

First, he went to the restaurant downstairs to have a long-lost modern breakfast. After satisfying his appetite, Lu Bai turned his attention to the unlucky Luke Duncan.

What would you do if you suddenly gained super powers one day?

The fantasy that everyone has had in middle school suddenly came true for Luke Duncan.

As the person involved, he found that he was not as happy as he had imagined.

more.

It is a kind of confusion after a great revenge is taken.

He didn't know where his extraordinary strength came from, whether it was the mercy of God or a gift from the devil, and he didn't know what he should do next?
After hastily fleeing from his former 'home', he wandered aimlessly on the streets.

Before he knew it, he arrived at the suicide spot he had chosen earlier - the Brooklyn Bridge in New York.

The construction of this bridge began in 1869. The bridge is suspended 41 meters above the water by tens of thousands of steel cables. It was the longest suspension bridge in the world at that time and the first bridge in the world built with steel. When it was completed, it was considered the eighth wonder of the world after the Seven Wonders of the Ancient World.

For this reason, millions of tourists come here to visit and check in every year.

After changing his clothes, Luke blended in inconspicuously among the many tourists.

It was not until his body underwent a mutation that his senses became more sensitive, and he became aware of some vague gazes around him staring at him.

He suddenly stopped and looked around with some vigilance.

"The target suddenly stopped. It's very likely that they've noticed our presence. Execute Plan A immediately."

In a command room filled with screens, George Gently, who had been busy all night without sleep, stared intently at the screens.

In modern society, if a country is determined to find someone, it will burn him or her to ashes.

After mobilizing surveillance cameras across New York, the New York Police Department discovered Luke Duncan wandering the streets early on.

but.

Since they are still unsure about the danger of the target and whether there is any possibility of recruiting him, they have not taken any action yet, but have sent people to keep a close eye on him.

Unexpectedly, they were the first to be exposed.

"Yes."

George Gently's order was quickly conveyed to the front-line personnel via radio.

On the Brooklyn Bridge in New York City.

An old white man with gray hair and a plaid shirt turned his head helplessly to look at the young woman beside him and said:

"Try not to speak later. Luke has a stubborn temper, just like his father. If you put pressure on him, it might backfire." "Understood."

Christine, a tall policewoman with beautiful black hair and a heroic face, nodded.

The two of them were the executors of Plan A formulated by George Gently.

Among them, the white old man John is a retired New York policeman and also a good friend of Luke's father.

Policewoman Christine looks somewhat similar to Luke's mother. Both have beautiful black hair and are of mixed descent of Indian and white people.

According to the analysis of an expert think tank temporarily convened by the New York Police Department, the presence of such a woman during negotiations would help reduce Luke Duncan's vigilance.

That's exactly what happened.

When Luke, whose muscles were already tense, saw the two of them walking towards him, he did not take action immediately.

Instead, Old John stepped forward and gave him a tight hug, saying thank you, "Son, I have to thank you for saving Johnny's life and not letting an old man like me lose my youngest son."

???

Old John's action immediately made Luke confused.

He was silent for a while before he said in a muffled voice, "Uncle John, I think you came here not only to talk about this, right?"

As he said this, Luke turned his head to look at the policewoman Christine who was standing next to old John and looked somewhat like his mother.

"of course."

Although he came with a mission, Old John was very calm. "They want to recruit you, so let me do some ideological work on you."

"No"

Hearing this, Luke subconsciously wanted to refuse.

But Old John waved his hand and said, "Don't be nervous, kid. If you think about it carefully, you will know that this is not necessarily a bad thing, right?"

"With a high salary and a social status far beyond that of ordinary people, you can let go of the past and start a new life as long as you want. I think William and Anna would be very happy if they knew about this in heaven."

I have to say, it’s no wonder that Old John was able to retire as a police inspector.

He does have a certain eloquence.

Under the surprised gaze of the staff behind the surveillance, Luke's face changed from resistance to a hint of desire.

Just when they thought the target was about to agree, suddenly, there was a loud bang, and a sniper bullet came from a tall building not far away and hit Luke in the middle of his eyebrows, causing his head to tilt back suddenly and his body to retreat several steps.

O(≧▽≦)O

As everyone in the command room looked puzzled, New York Police Commissioner Ray Kelly, who was about to celebrate, flew into a rage. He held the intercom in his hand, veins bulging on his forehead as he roared:

"Who told you to shoot? Didn't I tell you to follow orders?"

"Ah, Chief, it's not me."

"Not me either."

"It's me??!"

On a high-rise building near the Brooklyn Bridge in New York, the sniper, who had just not quite understood what was going on, suddenly pulled up the plate and had a confused expression on his face.

No, he wasn't planning to shoot, so why did he pull the trigger in a fit of rage?
(End of this chapter)