I made up myths in America

Chapter 53 Skeleton Fantasy Picture

The next morning, Michael got out of a black Ford car with weapons and equipment. He looked at the museum building in front of him, raised his eyebrows, and said sarcastically: "So, that's it?"

"I seriously suspect that the effeminate, homosexual director is trying to trick us. Even my grandmother wouldn't want to visit this crappy museum. How could a thief come here and steal things?"

"Aren't there people all over there?"

Kane, who was standing behind him, held a UMP45 submachine gun in his hand and raised his chin slightly towards the museum entrance.

Sure enough, although the Los Angeles County Museum of Art opens at 11 a.m., there is already a long line at the door before ten o'clock.

Michael blinked in surprise. "Are these people crazy? I'd rather watch porn at home than come here and look at those boring, cheap antiques."

"That was before."

Among the three security guards who got out of the car with Michael and Kane, one of them was a bearded man with a cigarette in his mouth and a UMP45 submachine gun in his hand. He said:

"The Los Angeles County Museum of Art has been advertising on TV recently, saying they will be exhibiting priceless oriental treasures. Many people are very interested in it, so my daughter asked me to take her to see it on Sunday."

"And I heard a piece of gossip."

Another security guard, also a former beret soldier and someone Michael got along well with, said, "Many of the Oriental artworks on display this time were purchased by the museum's director, Alexander, from a tomb robber. You know, those people always have a way of turning these contraband items into legitimate works of art."

"Has everyone done all the preparations?"

Michael was a little surprised when he heard this. After following several teammates into the museum through the side door, he asked the staff for a brochure.

On it are exquisite and unusual oriental artifacts, spears and armor with the atmosphere of battlefield killing, golden masks said to be worn by ancient generals, black coffins painted with many mysterious patterns, exquisite bronze objects, lifelike stone figures and horses, and ancient seals carved with eagles and bears.
Michael saw it and exclaimed, "Wow!"

No wonder there are so many people queuing outside.

The director of this museum is quite capable. He dares to display so many oriental antiquities that are obviously newly unearthed burial objects in the museum, and he is not afraid that the Chinese Ministry of Foreign Affairs will cause trouble for him.

Moreover, with so many priceless treasures, they only hired a five-person security team working in two shifts. Isn’t that a bit too stingy?

"what?!"

Just as Michael was secretly complaining in his heart, his eyes were attracted by the ancient painting on the third page of the brochure, which exuded a strange atmosphere.

The painting on it showed a large skull with a hat on its head sitting on the ground, wearing a transparent gauze dress, and the bone structure was clearly visible.
It holds a small skull in its right hand, controlling the movements of its hands and feet through silk threads.

Behind the big skeleton is a young woman with half her breasts exposed, holding a baby and breastfeeding him.

On the right, a child of two or three years old leans forward and stretches out his right hand toward the little skeleton, as if to caress it. The young woman behind him stretches out her hands and waves them, as if to stop the child.

Even Michael, who frequently browsed bizarre websites, widened his eyes at the bizarre scene and breathed a sigh of relief at the global warming crisis. "Hiss, were the ancient Chinese so imaginative?"

"It's amazing! I guarantee these oriental treasures are much more interesting than those in the Metropolitan Museum of Art in New York."

"That's right. I'm going to ask Lucy and the others to come and see it again tomorrow."

There is no doubt that the oriental funerary objects that the museum director Alexander obtained at great risk have successfully attracted the attention of tourists.

Before long, YouTube, Facebook and other major social media platforms were filled with positive reviews of the Los Angeles County Museum of Art's Oriental exhibition.

Although some of them were internet trolls hired by the museum director Alexander, there was no doubt that the "Hell Exhibition" he organized against all odds became a hit, with the number of tickets sold on that day exceeding the usual number in a month.

And this is just the small part.

If modern museums relied solely on ticket sales, they would have gone bankrupt long ago.

Mainly, this exhibition greatly enhanced the reputation of the Los Angeles County Museum of Art.

And for Alexander, the museum director, all this fame can be directly converted into a green Franklin! !

"Are you all ready?" Just when the museum director was grinning from ear to ear in his office.

In a motel next to the museum, Elliot looked at the dozen or so helpers he had brought into the room.

"Ah."

It was their first time robbing a museum, and some of them were visibly nervous.

Seeing this, Elliot knew he had to say something.

He took a deep breath to gather his emotions, and scanned the eyes of everyone present, letting them feel his gaze.

Then he said with great emotion: "Everyone in this room is my friend, my close brother, so everyone should know my experience."

"I come from an Italian mafia family, and most of my family members are engaged in various black industries."

"I could have followed in my father's footsteps, but I didn't want to. My dream was to become a great painter like Van Gogh and Monet. So with my meager savings, I crossed the ocean and came alone to Los Angeles, a city where countless people come to pursue their dreams."

At this point, Elliot's voice gradually turned from high to low. He pointed to his work clothes, which he had not changed out of, and said with a self-deprecating smile:

"But everyone should have seen what I am like now. I applied to CalArts eight times, and they rejected me every time with a different reason!!!"

"From the age of 21 to 29, I worked hard for my dream, but in the end, just to survive, I became a temporary worker doing odd jobs in a museum."

At this point, Elliot once again looked up and scanned the eyes of everyone present. His tone became fierce as he asked, "Am I not working hard enough? No. Am I not talented? No!!"

"Everyone here has worked hard for their lives and their dreams, just like I did."

"But what's the result?"

“But it’s disappointment again and again!!”

"This city has deceived us, deceived all of us at the bottom of society. Our youth, blood, sweat, and hard work have all become cheap nourishment to feed those glamorous bigwigs standing in the spotlight!!"

"Are you all willing to do this?"

When he said this, Elliot's tone became more intense, and he raised his right hand and said:

"I won't give up. I will take back what I can't get with my own hands, today!!"

"As long as the plan succeeds, everyone here will get at least $10 million. I guarantee it."

"So, now's the last chance, anyone want to back out??"

As he spoke, Elliot glanced at everyone again.

The dozen or so people who were moved by his words became excited, their faces full of desire for money.

No one would be stupid enough to choose to quit at this time.

"very good."

Elliot nodded in satisfaction, looked at the young security guard Jamie beside him, and said in a gentle tone:

"Jamie, you are the key to our plan. When you buy them dinner later, put the drugs in their drinks."

"clear."

Jamie nodded vigorously, finding himself so close to a multi-millionaire for the first time.

　"Skeleton Fantasy" is a round fan painting by Li Song of the Southern Song Dynasty, now in the Beijing Museum in my country. And this is America in a parallel world. I modified the setting to show it just being dug out of a tomb.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)