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Chapter 88 Miracle (6K long chapter, please vote and subscribe)

Brian's face instantly darkened: "Fuck! It must be Theodore causing trouble!"

Henry Carter was furious; this was a slap in the face!

He stood directly in front of the camera and shouted, "What evidence do you have! Who sent you! False accusations are a legal offense!"

Gordon remained unfazed: "It's been exposed! It's all over the internet!"

What?!

Brian was taken aback and immediately took out his phone to search for "Mike." Many other people also looked down and searched.

Soon, a large number of news headlines with sensational titles appeared:

The New York Post: "Million-Dollar Smuggling Leads to Bloodshed! Corrupt Cop Mike Suspected of Colluding with Gangs for Profits, Turns Against Them After a Split Over Loot, and He is Brutally Hunted Down!"

New York Daily News: "Police scandal explodes across the city! Sheriff McEnany colluded with gangsters to amass a fortune, then died tragically on the football field during infighting!"

The Wall Street Journal: "A high school football game has been marred by a brutal murder; a corrupt sheriff with millions in illicit funds allegedly arranged his death!"

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Long Island Telegraph: "A corrupt cop, Mike, who hoarded millions of dollars in illicit funds, was killed by his gang!"

New York Community News: "NYPD Exposed for Shocking Heinous Acts: Dispute Over Interests Leads to School Shooting!"

The scene erupted in cheers.

This is big news! The NYPD sheriff who vowed to avenge this incident is actually a corrupt cop!

Brian's heart sank.

The fact that numerous media outlets reported on it at the same time, and precisely at the time of the funeral, clearly indicates that someone was manipulating the matter.

The sheer number of media outlets involved, not just those controlled by David Hart, suggests that people on Wall Street were also involved.

Brian's face was extremely ugly. How on earth did that bastard Theodore convince those greedy crocodiles on Wall Street?!

Manderson's face was also dark.

He had just given a speech in support of the NYPD when he was publicly humiliated!

Whether Mike is a corrupt cop or not is no longer important to him. What matters is that a group of New York media outlets actually collaborated to frame the incumbent mayor, perfectly deceiving him throughout the entire process.

To others, this was a sign of Mentorson's poor control over New York.

Theodore Baldwin!

David Hart!

Menterson's teeth were grinding together.

Gordon didn't target Mentenson and Brian; instead, he turned his attention to Debbie: "Debbie! Aren't you ashamed of having such a corrupt cop father? Or are you just trying to greedily accept this ill-gotten gain?"

Debbie began to tremble violently.

Catherine shielded Debbie behind her, angrily saying, "Watch your words! Don't mislead minors!"

Brian understood that this was a deliberate attack on Debbie, who was at her weakest point.

The most troublesome thing is that he can't step in to stop it, because the blame has been shifted to him, and he won't be able to extricate himself from the situation.

"She's a minor, is her father? Why is Mike trying to amass millions? Is it because you've been demanding too much spousal and child support, forcing Mike to take such a risk? Regarding this Ms. Dixon, I want to remind everyone that she's divorced twice, acquired three properties, and amassed a vast fortune..."

Gordon's words were like sharp needles, piercing Debbie's vulnerabilities.

The scene erupted in cheers.

Upon hearing this, the expressions of the onlookers changed.

Especially men who had experienced the pain of divorce, even Mike's relatives, looked at Catherine differently.

Debbie completely lost control, yelling, "You're talking nonsense! My mother isn't that kind of person!"

Catherine remained calm and decisively played the gender card, angrily stating, "Your suspicions are completely unfounded! You are discriminating against women! I will file a lawsuit!"

The little girl has taken the bait! Gordon was overjoyed.

He completely ignored Catherine, focusing solely on Debbie, and indignantly declared, "Debbie, would you dare let the NYPD investigate itself? Would you dare let the Internal Affairs Department investigate your father? Would you dare let the IRS investigate your parents?"

"Watch your words!" Henry Carter said sternly, his face dark.

Of course we can't check!

Which NYPD officer can guarantee they are clean?

If the investigation goes on, at least half of the police officers will go to jail.

As the director, he naturally bears the greatest responsibility.

What's even more infuriating is that someone has turned the tables on him.

Why ask the IRS to investigate?

Do you not trust the Police Internal Affairs Department, or do you not trust the NYPD?

Okay, the NYPD does protect its own people... but you can't say that!

Isabella's face also looked very pale.

She never expected the fire to spread to her; it all happened so suddenly that she had no time to deal with it.

This reporter named Gordon had obviously prepared in advance, memorizing his lines for various situations.

Attacking Debbie and Mike is pointless; their targets are either Henry Carter or Mayor Manterson, and might even extend to Brian.

I became an innocent bystander caught in the crossfire!

Just as NYPD officials were frantically trying to find a solution, Commissioner Myers strode out and shouted at Gordon, "We will thoroughly investigate this matter. The NYPD leadership will not let any corrupt cop get away with it! But now, please leave! Don't interfere with Mike's funeral! There's no doubt that the sheriff was killed by gang members!"

Henry Carter's face darkened further.

Miles's words were righteous and righteous, but the subtext seemed to implicitly acknowledge that Mike was a corrupt cop, and even suggested that he was acting on behalf of the NYPD.

The feeling is that higher-ups are covering up the truth.

Henry Carter couldn’t tell for a moment whether Miles’s words were a slip of the tongue or intentional; that reckless fellow always spoke like that.

Brian watched silently, saying nothing.

Based on the information provided by Richard, Miles went to OCME to investigate Mars's body, and he basically confirmed that Miles, that bastard, had indeed betrayed him.

The unexpected interview caused the scene to completely spiral out of control.

A group of reporters rushed up and blocked Henry Carter, the person directly in charge, from leaving.

"Chief Henry, how many reports of police corruption does the NYPD receive each year? How many have you investigated?"

"You're slandering the NYPD!"

"Chief, do you dare to release Mike's bank statements?"

"According to procedure, an investigation by the IAB is required!"

"If Mike was a corrupt cop, wouldn't his death be considered a double-cross? Should the NYPD seek revenge for him?"

"NYPD will never compromise!"

"Was the Stinger bar incident a while back, a turf war between Sheriff Mike and Sheriff Donovan?"

"No comment!"

Menterson and Brian exchanged a glance and took the opportunity to slip away.

Henry Carter is destined to become cannon fodder; if things aren't handled properly, he might have no choice but to resign.

As director, Henry Carter had to shoulder the greatest responsibility and could only struggle to cope.

Debbie can't leave either.

A group of reporters surrounded her, bombarding her with questions.

"Debbie, is your father's money protection money he collected from drug dealers?"

Do you know how much wealth he has?

"Was your big house bought with dirty money?"

"Do you know Catherine's first ex-husband? Do you know that the things you're using belong to that poor man?"

"Did Mike get the money to support gangsters on the streets to pay for your education?"

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Every question was like a knife, stabbing Debbie in her most vulnerable spot.

In the dimly lit ancient tomb.

Richard finally heard the notification: "The Withered Resentment Ring has been successfully crafted!"

Richard looked at the small ring with delight.

All the essence was incorporated into it, making it even darker than an ordinary silver ring, emitting a withered white color reminiscent of bones.

Beneath the surface, faint dark green patterns are visible, and upon closer inspection, they resemble the shape of a Soul-Devouring Vine, giving it a somewhat mysterious feel. Overall, it...

It's not particularly noticeable.

He wore it on the index finger of his right hand.

My energy level has increased to 13 points!

In an instant, he felt that the whole world had changed.

He seemed to see things he couldn't see before, not more, but in greater detail.

The clarity of the field of view is like going directly from 480P to 8K ultra-high definition.

Richard's fingers lightly traced through the air, and he felt that the visual observation was more continuous, like a mobile phone screen suddenly changing from 24 frames to 120 frames.

A ring panel appears in the field of view:

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[Withered resentment]

Type: Ring Spirit: +1

Fixed spell [Touch of Withering]: Upon contact with the target, it ages them by 0-13 years in a short period; if the target is a corpse, it will immediately turn into dust. Cooldown: 1 day.

Constant Magic Amplification [Infection Outbreak]: Amplifies a single-target spell into an area-of-effect spell, but the effect is weakened. Cooldown: 7 days.

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The system notification then appeared: "Ding! This is your first time equipping a magical item, automatically bound as your natal item. A necromancer's natal item can slowly grow by consuming the souls of the dead. The direction of the natal item's growth and advancement is related to the characteristics of the souls of the dead it consumes. The higher the rank, the more powerful the souls of the dead it requires."

Devouring the souls of the dead?

OCME has tens of thousands of dead souls!

Richard immediately thought of Hart Island, an island with a million corpses!

If it can be devoured, to what extent can this ring be upgraded?

As for soul strength, what is that? Perhaps it's related to the spirit?

If that's the case, then it's troublesome.

Perhaps there are incredibly powerful spirits in the magical world, but on Earth, the strongest spirit belongs to Richard himself.

The higher the rank, the more powerful the undead souls are required. Perhaps after advancing a few ranks, devouring ordinary undead souls will become worthless, making it impossible to level up at all.

It's time to leave.

Richard cleaned up all traces.

All the bones were gone, and the mass grave was left with only gray soil and rocks, which at first glance looked like limestone.

No one will ever know that the remains of tens of thousands of Native American children were buried here.

The remains are gone, but the deathly aura accumulated over 200 years has not completely dissipated in a short time.

Intense resentment clings to every stone and every grain of dust here.

Richard said softly, "Rest in peace. If I have the chance, I will make the descendants of the bandits pay with their lives."

In an instant, all the death energy was violently drawn into the [Withered Resentment] ring.

The deathly aura dissipated completely, and the place was transformed into an ordinary dungeon, bearing no resemblance to its former state.

The ring only warmed up slightly before becoming completely unresponsive.

No special effects, good, saves me from wearing gloves later. Richard thought to himself as he walked down the corridor to the ground and put the clutter away again.

There was no one outside the iron gate.

Richard pushed open the door, carefully locked the iron gate, and figured he wouldn't be coming back here again unless something unexpected happened.

He breathed a sigh of relief and felt much more relaxed.

As long as it hasn't been discovered yet, even if someone discovers the underground space in the future, it won't affect me.

Richard walked toward the main hall, his ears twitching slightly; his powerful physique allowed him to hear a commotion coming from outside the church in the distance.

Huh?

So noisy?

The funeral isn't over yet?

He walked through the buildings and out of the main hall, where he saw a dense crowd of people holding cameras and cell phones, surrounding a senior NYPD leader.

Richard glanced at him and narrowed his eyes.

That person has a pimple on the corner of their mouth!

Richard recalled that the first time he obtained fragments of his memory was from a BG gang member named Tobias Cooper.

This is the guy who was talking to Tobias at the time!

"Where's Murphy?! FXXK! He actually dared to send some trash to deal with me?"

"Who does he think he is! Without my support, he's just a street thug!"

In other words, the police officer wanted to meet a gang member named Murphy, but was stood up.

He initially thought it was some kind of dirty business involving black money, but the man's rank was clearly very high; judging from his uniform, he might be the director of the NYPD.

This is interesting.

The bureau chief colluded with members of the BG gang.

Richard turned to look at the church entrance, where a chaotic group of reporters surrounded Catherine and Debbie.

What happened?

Richard walked over.

Father Calvin and Catherine shielded Debbie behind them.

A group of reporters, relentless, stretched out their microphones over Calvin and Catherine's shoulders and loudly demanded, "Debbie, is your father's money dirty?"

"Did you know about this beforehand?!"

"What are you planning to do with Mike's million-dollar fortune? Aren't you going to donate it?"

Calvin tried to defend Catherine and Debbie, saying, "Aren't you ashamed to publicly humiliate the deceased's family? Whatever Mike did has nothing to do with his daughter!"

Unfortunately, he was too thin and small to withstand the surging reporters, and was instead swept away and knocked off balance.

Gordon, unfazed, asked, "So you also believe Mike did those things?"

After he finished speaking, he took out an enlarged and printed photo and held it high.

"Look everyone! This is Debbie!"

The photo shows Debbie laughing foolishly after being drugged at the Stinger bar.

The background is a chaotic mix of police and gang members, and the angle is excellent, making her look like a troubled teenager.

"Debbie! You're under 21 and you went to a bar to drink, and you got arrested by the police. Was that because of Mike?"

"Were you influenced by corrupt police officers when you went to the bar?"

"You were under 21 and drinking alcohol. Did you receive the punishment you deserved? Or did you escape punishment by virtue of your father's power?"

"Damn it!" Catherine was furious, never expecting that the photo from last time would be used here.

She suddenly grabbed at the photo, but the reporter nimbly dodged it.

The flashbulbs were going off like crazy at the scene.

Why bring this up again? Richard frowned slightly and squeezed into the crowd.

His immense strength allowed him to easily push through the crowd and reach Debbie, calmly saying, "God's chosen people won't make things difficult for a child outside the church."

His gaze was calm, as if he possessed an inherent strength, and the scene fell silent for a moment.

Debbie hugged Richard's chest tightly and began to sob softly.

Calvin looked at Richard and had a strange feeling that he seemed to have more charm than before, and the light in his eyes had begun to subside.

"Hey, Asians aren't God's chosen people," New York Post reporter Gordon bluntly shouted.

The reporters at the scene burst into laughter.

Some of the police officers also laughed, their expressions subtle.

In any case, this is a white people's country.

Isn't it ridiculous for an Asian to talk about God's chosen people?

Debbie, unable to bear Richard being insulted by the reporter, pointed at him and screamed, "You bastard! You'll be punished by God!"

Just then, countless starlings took flight in a flurry, circling in the sky.

The scene was so coincidental, it was as if the flock of birds was responding to Debbie's movements, that it startled everyone.

The scene fell silent for a moment.

Gordon shuddered as well.

The starlings in the sky were just flying; nothing unusual happened.

He has just recovered.

Fk! I almost got fooled by this bitch!

A starling was even flying above the reporter's head, seemingly trying to do something.

Richard squinted at the starling and noticed that this starling also had flames of hatred burning on its head; other starlings had the same, but fewer of them.

He then discovered that after raising his mental state to 13 points, he could actually see the flames of desire above the heads of animals.

Richard looked at the flock of starlings in the sky, his mind racing, and realized this was a good opportunity.

Give it a try!

Richard subtly manipulated the starling's desires, reducing its fear to zero and maximizing its hatred!

At the same time, an outbreak of infection ensued.

Only Richard could see an invisible ripple of magic sweep across the flock of birds.

All the starlings became agitated, as if they had been given an "anger buff".

Gordon pointed at Debbie and yelled, "Don't think..."

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Before he finished speaking, the starling whose food had been stolen suddenly swooped down and charged madly at Gordon.

Click!

Gordon's glasses shattered, shards of glass, bird blood, and feathers splattering everywhere.

"what!"

Gordon screamed, clutching his eyes as blood trickled from his fingertips.

The starling fell to the ground.

"Damn bird!" he shouted angrily, stomping the starling to death.

The next second, the cries of countless starlings suddenly rose a lot.

Thousands upon thousands of starlings took to the air at the same time, blotting out the sun and swallowing up the sunlight in an instant.

The sky above the church transformed into a churning black ocean, with flocks of birds emitting piercing shrieks as they circled, swooped, and soared, as if performing some ancient ritual.

Looking up, people saw a huge vortex of dark birds, casting shadows over the entire church.

Everyone was stunned.

A few seconds later, countless starlings swooped down like a black torrent towards the reporter.

"Ah! Help!" Gordon cried out in terror, clutching his head and cowering on the ground.

The flock of birds launched a frenzied attack, sweeping across the ground like a black tornado.

The camera shattered, Gordon's clothes were torn to shreds, and he screamed and rolled on the ground, blood splattering everywhere, howling in terror.

"Help!"

"Help me!"

Blood, black feathers, and bird droppings flew everywhere.

The scene was so bizarre and shocking that no one around dared to help him; they were so frightened that they quickly moved away.

But what's amazing is that the bird only attacks Gordon, never touches anyone else, and even deliberately avoids Debbie.

Debbie stretched out her finger, staring blankly at everything before her, not understanding what was happening.

To everyone's eyes, a blonde girl with shimmering hair pointed forward, and countless black starlings attacked in the direction she indicated, while the vicious reporter rolled on the ground screaming in agony.

This scene was like a miracle.

Flashbulbs went off frequently, and a large number of reporters and onlookers took pictures.

"miracle!"

"Take a picture!"

"This is going to be a hit! Film it now!"

The noise came to an abrupt halt.

Instead, there was a suppressed fear and whispers among the crowd.

"OMG! A miracle! A real miracle!" Many believers knelt down and began to pray.

"This child is God's protector, a person favored by God!"

"God sensed her anger and punished that shameless reporter! That reporter must be lying!"

"Look at those birds, they seem to have eyes, they deliberately avoid her."

"I've lived for sixty years and never seen anything like it!"

"That child is like a saint!"

"Lord, may your will be done on earth!"

Someone trembled as they made the sign of the cross on their chest.

Some people kissed the ground with tears streaming down their faces.

A large group of people knelt down all around.

Irving, Helen, and others knelt on the ground with the crowd; this was an undeniable miracle!

In an instant, Richard felt an endless stream of undetermined faith emanating from him, and the entire sky was filled with mysterious power.

It surged and raged, like a towering giant wave.

Richard's magic was restored to full strength almost instantly.

The remaining 99.99% of unclaimed faith has been wasted.

"My magic!" Richard was heartbroken.

So many unorthodox beliefs, they're all my magic!

It would be great if we could collect them.

Gordon was still being attacked by the flock of birds, and no one else dared to approach.

The NYPD officers didn't like this guy and chose to stand by and do nothing.

Gordon eventually lost consciousness and lay motionless on the ground.

Henry Carter couldn't bear to see someone die in front of the NYPD, so he ordered two fully armed police officers with riot shields to rush in and drag the unconscious Gordon into the riot police car.

The starlings still wouldn't give up, ramming against the car body repeatedly, killing dozens of them before finally relenting.

The starlings circled the police car for another ten minutes or so before leaving.

If it weren't for the emergency medical assistance provided by OCME medical examiners at the scene, Gordon might have died on the spot.

Richard drove away and called Brian: "Who's that cop with the mole on his chin?"

Brian paused, then asked, "The NYPD Director, Henry Carter. What's wrong?"

The NYPD chief! Then this Murphy is no ordinary person. Richard narrowed his eyes: "Check if there's a Murphy in the BG gang; he might have a deal with Henry Carter."

"Murphy?" Brian pondered. "I've heard Miles mention that the second-in-command of the BG gang is named Murphy. Maybe it's him?"

"The second-in-command?"

If the director and the second-in-command have a deal, and then launch a massive crackdown on the BG gang, there's only one possibility: the second-in-command is ostensibly a party to the deal, but in reality, he's an undercover agent sent by the director to continuously deliver crucial intelligence about the BG gang to the NYPD!

The cause of death of that guy named Tobias Cooper probably wasn't so simple either; perhaps Henry Carter silenced him.

"Thank you, my lord. This is a good handle, but I need to think carefully about how to use it."

Mike's funeral ended after a series of unpredictable events, including solemnity, provocation, chaos, and miracles. With the video of the final miracle circulating online, St. Carlisle Church rose to fame.

Sitting in his room, recalling the entire funeral, Calvin finally wrote a report: "To His Excellency Archbishop Sawyer-Belmont: I, Father Calvin Kress of St. Carlisle Church, report to you in the holy name of the Lord. At the funeral of Sheriff Mack in my parish, an undeniable divine event occurred... I am convinced that the hand of the Lord was manifested here. I urge the diocese to send an investigator to verify this."

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