I made up myths in America

Chapter 37 Raging Fury
John F. Kennedy International Airport, Queens, New York.

As one of the largest airports in the world and the United States' international aviation hub, this 4F international airport receives nearly 17.11 passengers every day, with routes covering South America, North America, Europe, Africa, Asia and the Middle East, so it is very busy.

According to a sociologist's survey, the average layover time for passengers at Kennedy International Airport is about 4 hours.

And with such a long time, I'm just sitting around doing nothing.

Some bored passengers in the terminal hall started chatting about the hottest supernatural topic recently.

"Hey, did you see the news in the New York Times? Last night, an ancient Egyptian golden mask was auctioned at Sotheby's headquarters in London. Someone bid $240 million. Are those rich people crazy?!"

"Of course not. You certainly didn't read the report carefully. Those rich people are much smarter than us. It's a sacred object said to be nearly 5,000 years old. It's said to be a mask worn by ancient Egyptian high priests when communicating with the gods, just like the bronze mask worn by that Indian witch."

"Thank you for the generous gift. They must also want to obtain extraordinary power through some means."

"Who wouldn't want to, Brett? My son, who's still in middle school, was hiding in his room yesterday, acting mysteriously. I opened the door and found him pricking his finger with a needle and smearing the blood on a ring."

".Is this some kind of mysterious ritual?"

"No, this is the way he saw the protagonists in Chinese fantasy novels get lucky. He called it blood oath."

Several middle-aged white men who were on business trips to other countries were chatting animatedly there.

They were completely unaware that a person with truly extraordinary powers was passing by not far from them.

And the other party is none other than Frank Clinton, the hot search figure in the news these days, who was named "Ghost Rider" by netizens.

As a wanted prison escapee, it would have been impossible for him to appear in places with heavy surveillance such as airports.

This is equivalent to actively exposing one's identity.

But after driving away from Florence Prison, Frank discovered that the evil power given to him by the devil was far more magical than he had imagined.

Not only can he restore his original appearance after the black flames dissipate.

Moreover, after he accidentally burned to death several scumbag thugs who came to cause trouble, he found that he could change into the appearance of these people.

Looking in the mirror, there is absolutely no flaw to be seen.

So, Frank, who had originally planned to travel from Colorado, 3,000 kilometers away from New York, cautiously and secretly, changed his face the next day and boarded a flight to New York's John F. Kennedy International Airport in a swagger.

And after four hours of sailing, he finally returned here again, the city for which he had fought desperately but was ultimately defeated.

"Maybe this is fate."

Standing there for a while with complicated eyes, Frank shook his head and put aside these useless emotions.

He now only wants to do two things, revenge and see his daughter Olivia.

After half an hour.

A yellow taxi stopped in front of a building with a sign reading 'New York Founding' in Queens, New York.

Frank, who had an ordinary white youth face, couldn't wait to get out of the taxi, walked to the front desk, and told the black lady in charge of registration that he wanted to see Olivia Clinton.

"Who? Our orphanage doesn't seem to have this name?!"

The black woman, who had only been there a few months, thought for a moment and shook her head. She used her large frame to block Frank's way and said, hands on her hips, "Also, we have a rule here that requires permission from the director to visit children. Sir, you can't just barge in like that."

"Step aside."

Frank had a blank expression on his face, but the emotions in his heart were like a volcano about to erupt. He reached out and gently pushed the black woman, who weighed at least 100 kilograms, aside.

Then he strode into the orphanage and came to his daughter's classroom, which was mentioned in the letter sent by his subordinate and student Jack Miller when he was in prison.

There was no doubt that the delicate little face inside was not the one he longed to see, nor the sweet smile that would appear when she saw him.

"Sir, who are you??!"

Seeing a strange man suddenly rush in and play with the children in the classroom, Anna, a young female volunteer with beautiful blonde hair, quickly stood up, protected the children behind her, and asked with some vigilance.

"I"

The ominous premonition in his heart became stronger and stronger. Frank stood stiffly at the door, his hands clenched tightly, his nails digging deep into his palms.

He was silent for a long time, until he heard the sound of the security guards rushing over. Then he looked at the beautiful blonde girl in front of him and asked in a hoarse voice with a slight tremor:
"You are Teacher Anna, right? Jack mentioned you in his letter. Do you know where Olivia is? I'm a friend of her father and came here to see her."

"Olivia?!"

The blonde girl's eyelashes fluttered when she heard the name, but the wary look on her face remained.

But when I saw the strange man in front of me with red eyes, he looked like he was about to break down.

She seemed to realize something, and her expression gradually softened. She gestured to the children behind her to play, and then she led Frank to the corridor outside the classroom and said in a low voice:
"I'm sorry, sir. Olivia suddenly disappeared on Wednesday night three months ago. We immediately called the police, but they couldn't find her. Two days later, they found the body of Rosa, the receptionist who had disappeared that same day, in an abandoned factory."

boom! !

Frank could no longer hear what the other party was saying.

After hearing the words that his daughter was missing, his brain exploded and went blank.

Until he realized that he had unconsciously grabbed the arm of the young girl in front of him, and she was crying out in pain.

Frank finally let go of her hand in a daze, "Where's Jack Miller? I told him to take care of Olivia for me."

".Officer Jack."

When she heard this, the clever blonde girl had actually guessed the identity of the man in front of her.

She hesitated for a moment and whispered, "After Olivia disappeared, I called Officer Jack, but it was his family who answered the phone. His family told me that Officer Jack died in the line of duty a month before Olivia disappeared. He was shot to death in an alley."

"."

After Anna said this, the man opposite her fell into silence for a long time, and his eyes were filled with rage like a volcanic eruption.

"Wilson Paul!!"

He pronounced the name word by word, his voice hoarse and low, filled with endless murderous intent, like a hideous evil ghost crawling out of hell for revenge.

(End of this chapter)