I made up myths in America

Chapter 52 Failed Art Student

In front of the Los Angeles Security Guard Company.

Michael feels that he has been very unlucky recently.

He used to be a sniper in the New York Police Department's Emergency Service Team. He was doing well, with a good income and promising career prospects. His daily life was to go to get off work and come home, and then go to the bar to brag about his glorious deeds with the beautiful women.

Maybe after playing around for another ten years or so, he will consider turning over a new leaf and finding a good woman to marry and have children.

But now it's all ruined.

Just because of the gray giant whose body is now cold, and because of the impulsiveness of last week when I pulled the trigger, the director's plan to recruit the gray giant failed.

"Oh shit, don't think about it anymore, Michael. Believe in yourself, everything will be fine. You are the best sniper in New York, no, in the whole United States."

Before stepping into the Los Angeles Security Company, Michael took a deep breath, patted his face, adjusted himself, and walked in with his head held high.

From a 3A-level bodyguard at United Global Security to a first-level action officer at International Security Management, his job requirements kept lowering, and he moved from the East Coast to the West Coast of the United States.

He just didn't believe that he would fail in this job search.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Michael, your resume and personal experience do not meet our company's recruitment requirements."

Then, more than ten minutes later, the human resources manager in charge of recruitment at the Los Angeles Security Company gave Michael a severe blow.

"Walter?" Michael asked with a black face. "When I was serving in the army, I won the international sniper competition, twice!"

"We certainly know that. Your sniping skills may indeed be excellent, but your poor performance on the Brooklyn Bridge in New York two weeks ago makes it hard to believe that you are a reliable sniper."

"???"

Michael was even more confused after hearing this. He blinked and said in disbelief, "That's a top-secret file within the New York Police Department. How the hell could you find it?"

"of course."

The HR manager, dressed in a neat suit and exuding the aura of an elite, responded with a standard smile, "We are the most professional security company in Los Angeles, and we have very strict requirements for the vetting of recruits."

"FUCK YOU!!"

Michael gave him a middle finger and turned away without saying anything else. This was his last sign of respect for the armed security guards in the recruitment room.

Bang! !

Because he was so angry, Michael accidentally bumped into the next recruiter who came in at the door.

And unfortunately, he knew this damn bald guy. When he was serving in the Army Green Berets Special Forces, he had conducted confrontation exercises with the Delta Force where this bald guy was.

"Oh, isn't this Kaiden? Your face is still as stinky as before. Is this why you were fired by your superiors?"

"It's Kane."

Hudson Kane gave him a blank look. "Besides, your mouth is still as mean as ever, Michael."

As he said that, the big guy pushed Michael aside and walked in.

The conversation between the two ended here.

But Michael's curiosity was piqued. Instead of leaving, he put his ear to the door and eavesdropped on the conversation inside.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Kane, your resume and personal experience do not meet our company's recruitment requirements."

A few minutes later, the arrogant HR manager said something so similar that Michael, who was eavesdropping outside the door, almost laughed out loud.

Sure enough, people still need comparison.

Seeing that his former 'arch-enemy' was also rejected, Michael suddenly found that his mood improved. With a smile on his face, he continued to eavesdrop on the subsequent conversation between the two.

"Are you sure, Mr. Recruiter?"

"I served in the U.S. Army Delta Force for a full ten years, and then worked as a security supervisor at the Florence Correctional Facility in Colorado for three years. I believe my professional skills and experience are what your company is very much looking for."

"We've already investigated this, Mr. Kane. Your resume is indeed impressive, but some have pointed out that you accepted bribes multiple times while serving as the head of security at Florence Prison. Of course, the most important point is that, out of sympathy for Frank Clinton's plight, you repeatedly took care of him in prison, which indirectly led to the subsequent Cerberus incident in New York. So, I'm sorry, our company may not be able to hire you."

"Well, if that's the case, I have nothing to say."

That was the end of the conversation in the office.

Just when Michael thought the office door would open immediately, he quickly pretended nothing had happened and straightened up.

On the telephone pole outside the Los Angeles Security Company, a red light flashed in the eyes of the peregrine falcon controlled by Lu Bai. In the office, the HR manager in charge of recruitment was momentarily distracted, then suddenly seemed to remember something. He quickly called out to Hudson Kane, who was about to leave, and also had Michael, who was outside, come in.

"Ahem, that's it."

Raising his hand to adjust his black bow tie, the HR manager coughed lightly and said:

"If I remember correctly, it seems that both of you have personally participated in extraordinary events, right?"

"Well, yes, I participated in the capture of the gray giant Luke Duncan." Michael shrugged.

"I've seen Frank Clinton when he first became Ghost Rider."

Hudson Kane answered expressionlessly.

“Oh, that’s great!!”

The HR manager clapped his hands upon hearing this and said, "I remembered an outsourcing commission our company just received, and we need two such talents."

"Shit, are you guys full of shit?"

"These are priceless Chinese antiques. I've already told you to be careful, be careful. If you break them, I won't be able to compensate you even if I sell you."

On the other side, at the Los Angeles County Museum of Art, the museum director Alexander was yelling at a group of security guards who were moving boxes.

In particular, one of the young security guards accidentally bumped into something while moving a box, and he was scolded by the man. He even said that he wanted to fire the security guard.

"I'm very sorry, Director Alexander. Please forgive Jamie this time. He really needs this job. His mother just got sick and was hospitalized, and it's a huge expense."

A tall young man with long golden hair, who was wearing a staff uniform but had an artistic air, smiled and spoke well of the young security guard.

"Okay, Jamie, for Elliot's sake, I forgive you this time. Don't make the same mistake again."

The museum director Alexander glanced at the tall young man, snorted lightly, and gave him this face.

After all, it was Elliot who reminded him of the idea of ​​attracting tourists and enhancing the reputation of their museum by exhibiting mysterious oriental antiquities.

Alexander couldn't go too far.

He supervised the museum staff to place the precious oriental artworks that he had found through various channels into the exhibition hall one by one, then he took his pipe, returned to his office, and took a good nap.

In his sleep, Alexander had dreamed that their museum became an instant hit through the exhibition of mysterious oriental culture and became the second Metropolitan Museum of Art in New York in the United States. They could make a lot of money just from ticket fees and membership fees.

In the museum, after a busy day, Elliot finally finished the moving work. He greeted his colleagues who were off work warmly and came to the museum's locker room.

There are only him and the young security guard Jamie here.

He took off his blue work clothes, which he thought were extremely ugly and had no artistic atmosphere, and comforted Jamie in the tone of a good brother.

Jamie, with the clear and foolish eyes of a recent college graduate, was deeply touched by the concern of this good brother.

As the two chatted, they both cursed the curator Alexander for being such a disgusting and incompetent leader.

Seeing that the atmosphere was getting better, Elliot narrowed his eyes and said casually:
"By the way, Jamie, do you know how much those oriental antiques we moved today are worth? I heard that a single bronze mirror among them, said to be a magical tool used by ancient Chinese Taoist priests to exorcise demons, could fetch tens of millions of dollars at an auction."

"Are those rich people crazy?!"

The young security guard Jamie widened his eyes in surprise and his breathing became heavier when he heard this.

"Who made the world become more and more strange now?"

Elliot shrugged. "Those rich people all hope to win the lottery and discover extraordinary powers from these mysterious oriental relics."

"I've thought about it, but Brother Elliot, you know, poor people like us can never afford those antiques in our lifetime."

Jamie sighed, as if thinking of the exaggerated medical bills from the hospital. He shrugged his shoulders, and a look of worry appeared on his young face.

He was about to end the conversation, grab his bag, and rush to the nearby fast food restaurant where he worked part-time.
At this moment, a light word from his good brother Elliot behind him made him stop and he could no longer move forward.

"Jamie, have you ever thought that we are actually very close to those riches? All we need is a careful plan and the courage to put it into practice, and we can get them effortlessly."

"."

After hearing these words, Jamie found that his heartbeat suddenly quickened a lot.

(End of this chapter)