From the God of Lies to the Lord of All Worlds

Chapter 95 The Curse of Desire

"His Excellency Lincoln left us five things: a silver-plated cane, a blood pact parchment scroll, a silver-plated mask, a bronze compass, and Abraham's axe!"

In a hotel that has been temporarily requisitioned, Gao and Baron are telling America's decision-makers on the other end of the video call about their discoveries there.

"The silver-plated cane has been compared with Lincoln's cane in the Smithsonian Museum and confirmed to be of the same style, but it conceals a silver-plated sword blade engraved with the Latin phrase 'Vincit qui se vincit,' meaning 'He who controls himself will prevail!'"

"According to Professor Margaret and her colleagues' research, this is indeed a quote that President Lincoln really liked!"

"The second item, the Blood Pact Parchment Scroll, contains not only the prophecy about destruction and resurrection, but also a silver bullet formula from the Battle of Gettysburg in 1863, and a secret code for communication with the North American branch of the Vatican!"

"The effects of the silver-plated mask are unknown, but as for the compass, according to Chris, it points to President Lincoln's actual tomb!"

Gao's explanation was brief because more detailed information and data had already been sent out directly through a dedicated network and reached Golden Hair and the others.

Golden Retriever rubbed his temples, looking a bit of a headache. "Now that we know about this, what can we get out of it? These strange items?"

Qian Si shook his head. "Your Excellency, in fact, the only things that truly possess extraordinary power are Abraham's Axe and the Blood Pact Parchment Scroll. The rest seem to be just ordinary items! What we really need to focus on is the location of that tomb..."

At this moment, the White House security advisor suddenly spoke up, "Your Excellency, why did President Lincoln place the heart of that Southern Blood Ancestor in his own chest cavity? Was it because this Blood Ancestor was difficult to kill?"

"Does that mean that, in fact, 160 years have passed, and this Blood Ancestor is still alive?"

Upon hearing this, everyone reacted with varying expressions, some looking rather grim, others seemingly harboring other thoughts.

"Your Excellency, how about we go there first and dig out that heart?"

Everyone nodded in agreement, agreeing that the suggestion was very necessary.

Upon hearing these words, the blond man asked a pointed question directly, "What do you want to do? Do you want to unseal the tomb and release this monster that could destroy America?"

"Or are you saying that you, even an eighty-year-old man like me, are less able to resist the temptation of immortality?"

He immediately ordered Gao and Barron, "Get the compass and everything else in the car and get to Washington! Don't hesitate or stray from the route. I'll have the National Guard meet you!"

"Yes, Your Excellency!"

The screen is off.

Golden Hair looked at the group of people in front of him and narrowed his eyes. "Now, block the communication channels, close the meeting room door, and we'll stay here and wait for them to come back!"

The order was given, the doors to the entire conference room were closed, and everyone was under the watchful eye of the golden retriever, their thoughts in turmoil!

For Golden Retriever, although the people in front of him were his confidants and advisors, and most of them were trustworthy, he still maintained the utmost caution.

This is no state secret that can be leaked easily, nor is it a war chat that can be shared with just anyone. It is a trace of something extraordinary located in a distant place, or perhaps the trace of vampires!

Vampire legends include tales of immortality. Although it may involve drinking blood, living in a coffin, and being unable to go out during the day, immortality is immortality, a terrifying temptation that is impossible to resist!
He wouldn't gamble on the loyalty of his men. This is America, a country of capitalism, where loyalty simply doesn't exist!
So-called loyalty is nothing more than the price of betrayal not being high enough!

Therefore, he chose to keep the secret himself!
……

Interstate highway, Illinois.

A line of vehicles was driving on the highway. All of them were armored cars that had been directly transferred from the Secret Service. Because of this, the cars were not going very fast, but they were very stable.

They didn't choose to fly. After all, these days, nobody trusts Boeing, where three-quarters of the company are drug addicts and half of the executives are LGBT. Many people would rather drive longer than gamble on their lives by flying.

Barron and the others were naturally unwilling to gamble, especially since they were holding Lincoln's relics, which were the only "supernatural power" they could control besides the Vatican. So they had to be even more careful.

In the car, Barron was still puzzled. He asked Gao, "Mr. Simmons, why didn't you or my father think of visiting His Excellency Lincoln's grave first, but instead wanted to leave this place?"

Seeing Baron's expression, Gao knew that the young man was completely clueless. After thinking for a moment, he explained, "Lord Baron, think about this: if you were an old man lying in a hospital bed, on the verge of death, needing blood transfusions and organ transplants to survive, what would you do?"

"Me? I can handle my own affairs? I can talk to my children?" Barron replied, still very puzzled.

Gao continued, "So now, if you were given a chance to survive, what would you do? Even if that chance came at a great cost?"

“I’m about to die, what can I do? Survive first, then think of a solution…” Baron said subconsciously, then suddenly realized, “Wait! You mean… someone is already eyeing Lincoln’s tomb, this Blood Ancestor’s heart?”

Gao nodded. "Yes, you must understand that our country is not governed by a government. In fact, apart from us, the greater power is held by families and companies. These conglomerates are the ones who truly control this country..."

"Do you think they'll dare to take a gamble after hearing this news?"

Barron's face turned pale. He was someone who had been trained by the Golden Hair, so he knew how audacious those politicians and old money families were!
For example, his father's rival from a few years ago, that old hag, all those who accused her, exposed her, and investigated her affairs would die mysteriously over a period of time!

This is the truly unscrupulous tactic of old-school politicians. They grasp the core logic at the very bottom of this country, so they can suppress all bad things.

It wasn't until his father appeared, using a completely different set of logic, that these establishment politicians were dealt a heavy blow and were temporarily suppressed.

Barron also knew that these people had only retreated, not died. They were still in the shadows, waiting to deliver a fatal blow to his family at any time. They had even been eager to "separate" from California in order to seek greater benefits through conflict!

This more forward-thinking young man immediately understood his father's meaning: they were racing against time. If they could leave before those people realized what was happening and return to Washington, they could rest easy.

But what if those people realize it...?

"Screech!" Suddenly, the first car in the line slammed on its brakes, causing the cars behind to brake as well!
Gao immediately picked up the communicator, "Chris, what's going on?"

"Sir, our road ahead has been blocked! Huge rocks are blocking our way!"

"Front line to back line, back line to front line, let's go back, quick!" Gao shouted immediately. How could such a large rock suddenly appear on this interstate highway? It's obvious there's something wrong!

However, two heavy trucks had already followed behind them, cutting off their retreat.

As for the open fields on both sides of the interstate highway, there were also many vehicles, blocking their attempts to escape.

At this moment, Barron also called his father directly, and unsurprisingly, he couldn't get through.

The signal was blocked, and they were trapped.

After these vehicles completed their roadblock, a number of people emerged from them, led by none other than Tim Darren, the mayor of Springfield, with whom they had previously negotiated!
“Mr. Barron, Mr. Gao!” Tim Darren seemed to know their location and walked straight towards them. “We don’t have much of a conflict, but… isn’t it a bit impolite to take away our President Lincoln’s relics without the permission of the city of Springfield?”

This is, of course, a perfectly legitimate reason; in fact, everyone knows the real reason they came!

After the news of the "Vampire Heart" was exposed, the curse of desire had already covered their heads and followed them like a shadow!

(End of this chapter)