I made up myths in America

Chapter 34 You are guilty

The old man's words were mysterious yet held a certain inexplicable allure.

It seemed that after signing a contract with him, Frank could get everything he wanted.

Freedom, rights, power, wealth...

But the more tempting it was, the more alert Frank, who grew up in a Puritan family and was familiar with all kinds of stories in the Bible, became.

Because of the other party's words and the strange way he just appeared, the sense of déjà vu was too strong! !
It's very much like the devil in the Bible who uses contracts to steal human souls.

"I'm sorry." He shook his head firmly at the old man. "I think I'm fine now. I don't need to sign a contract with the devil."

"Really?"

This mysterious old man was naturally Lu Bai in disguise.

He doesn't need to control abilities like time-stopping. The innate ability [Senluo] from the Lovebirds is enough for him to do everything he has now.

He looked at Frank, who rejected him without hesitation, and smiled. A meaningful glint flashed in his deep eyes: "I think it's just the opposite. You will need this contract soon."

After saying this, he disappeared.

Frank also found that he had a piece of yellowed parchment in his hand, which was printed with many complex patterns and had an ancient style.

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He frowned and was about to throw it away when the parchment in his hand suddenly started to burn and turned into a strange black skull tattoo on the back of his right hand.

Everything that had just been suspended around him returned to normal at this moment.

The prisoners' amazement at how he knocked down more than a dozen people, and the prison guards blowing their whistles and striding into the restaurant, everything was so vivid.

It was as if everything that had just happened was just his illusion.

Only the burning skull tattoo on the back of Frank's right hand reminded him that what he had just experienced was absolutely real.

It is very likely that he actually encountered a devil as recorded in the Bible!!

"Huh, since the devil is real, Lord, are you also watching us from heaven?"

At this moment, Frank's mood was a little excited and complicated.

A glimmer of extravagant hope actually arose deep in his heart that after he died, perhaps his family could still be reunited in heaven.

He has been working hard to fight drug dealers and criminals. He should be able to go to heaven after his death, right?

"Everyone, get down!"

At this moment, the baton hitting Frank hard interrupted his fantasy.

The prison guards who seemed to have disappeared when he was surrounded just now suddenly appeared and beat and kicked him, the one who was forced to fight back.

Frank put his head in his hands and endured it silently without resisting.

Because he still has a daughter to take care of.

Only if he behaves well in prison can he be released early to see his daughter Olivia.

Just two days later, a ruling issued by prison warden David Thompson completely shattered all of Frank's hopes.

"Because of a violent murder in prison and disobedience, resulting in two deaths and three serious injuries, I recommend sentencing this prisoner to life imprisonment. But I clearly held back, so they only had minor injuries at most?!"

Frank stared blankly at the cold words on the verdict, feeling that he clearly knew the letters, but they were so unfamiliar.

"I don't know that."

Warden David Thompson said with a forced smile, "Anyway, after those people were taken to the hospital, two of them died on the spot, and three remain in a coma. Many people saw that it was you who caused it."

"No way, this is impossible."

Frank sat there somewhat dazed, unable to accept the result.

It was not until a moment later, when he realized something, that he suddenly raised his head. His eyes became fierce and cold again, like a lone wolf driven out of the pack in the wild. He asked in a low and hoarse voice:
"How much did that bastard Wilson Paul pay you to help him like this, Mr. Warden?"

"I don't know what you're talking about, Mr. Frank." David Thompson's smile remained unchanged as he spoke calmly and calmly, "Although Mr. Wilson did provide a donation to our prison, it was his support and affirmation of the spirit of American law. There is no personal relationship between us."

At this point, the well-mannered white official with gold-rimmed glasses paused, then continued with a smile so hypocritical that it made Frank sick:
"But I personally sympathize with your situation. If you're willing, I'd be happy to help you reduce your sentence. Officer Frank only needs you to hand over the privacy of some of the important people you've obtained."

“Oh, so that’s how it is!!”

After hearing this, Frank understood everything.

It turned out that it was not Wilson Paul, but some other officials who were secretly doing business with drug cartels.

Is the purpose to get some evidence in his hands?
But God knows, he has solved too many drug trafficking cases, and he has no idea what these people want.

Until this moment, Frank's mind was still able to remain calm.

Until David Thompson said the next sentence.

"Frank, I know you're a man of integrity, and I admire that."

"But you also have to think about your only family. I remember you have an eight-year-old daughter living in an orphanage in New York."

Bang! ! !
Almost at the moment David Thompson said this, Frank suddenly jumped up, picked up a watercolor pen on the office desk, and stabbed it into the bastard's eyes.

Fortunately, David Thompson was prepared for the fact that he had to face so many vicious criminals every day.

The chain tied to the fixed chair limited Frank's distance, making him unable to succeed even though he was just a little bit away from killing the bastard who dared to threaten him with his daughter.

Even David Thompson took out a remote control from his jacket pocket slowly and pressed the red button on it.

Zizzi! !
Suddenly, the shackles on Frank's feet released a strong electric current, and his whole body twitched violently, and he collapsed back into the chair.

David Thompson met his infuriating gaze, raised his hand to straighten his collar, and smiled indifferently.

"Why bother? If I hadn't protected you, you would have been killed in prison. You don't even know how to be grateful to your benefactor, Officer Frank?!"

"Ho, ho, ho."

Frank said nothing, slumped in his chair, his throat like a worn-out bellows, breathing heavily.

He seemed to hear the devil's mocking chuckle again in his ears.

"So Frank, I told you you were going to need it, right?"

"I agree!!"

At this moment, Frank threw all the damn belief in God out of his mind. He just wanted to beat the hypocritical bastard in front of him until he knelt down and begged for mercy.

"Then, as you wish."

The devil's disembodied voice gradually faded away.

Instead.

It started from the back of his right hand, an extremely hot and scorching feeling of power.

boom! !

Suddenly, under David Thompson's incredulous gaze, a strange black flame surged from the back of Frank's right hand to his entire body, destroying all his flesh and blood, leaving only a skeleton.

And Frank was reborn in this fire.

Click, click, click.

The handcuffs and leg irons that had bound him just now all broke into pieces.

Frank, who looked like a flaming skeleton demon, stood up, grabbed David Thompson's collar and pushed him against the wall, staring into David Thompson's terrified eyes with eyes burning with black flames.

"You are guilty."

He pronounced this sentence in a low voice.

(End of this chapter)