I made up myths in America

Chapter 54 Yanshi
Night gradually fell.

As closing time approached, the number of visitors to the Los Angeles County Museum of Art gradually decreased, and in the end only the museum's own staff and five outsourced security personnel including Michael and Kane were left.

This is also a lesson learned from the repeated incidents of internal employee incidents when American museums held major exhibitions.

For example, in 1990, two employees of the Metropolitan Museum of Art in New York conspired with an external team to steal twelve valuable artifacts, including the golden mask of the ancient Egyptian pharaoh Tutankhamun, with a total value of more than $ million.

In 2012, employees of the Boston Museum of Fine Arts took advantage of their positions to steal 13 works of art, including works by Monet and Picasso.

So even though the museum director Alexander was stingy, he still spent a lot of money to hire a five-person security team working in two shifts from a Los Angeles security company during the exhibition.

Among them, Michael and others are on duty from 10 am to 10 pm, and can wait for colleagues to come to relieve their shifts.

However, they had been able to only eat the sandwiches and water they brought with them for such a long time that a greedy guy in the security team couldn't help himself.

When the museum staff asked Jamie, the bully, to go out and order pizza, they asked him to bring five for them as well.

"No problem, five sirs."

Jamie saluted Michael and the others in a deliberately funny way.

Even Kane, who often had a dull expression, couldn't help but laugh. He said, "I like this guy. He reminds me of a teammate I knew when I was serving in Delta Force. He was funny and funny like this guy, skinny and small, but he was a very accurate shot."

"and after?"

The bearded man who was almost asleep next to him asked casually.

"Then he died."

Kane was silent for a moment. "During a hostage rescue mission in Mexico, a rocket suddenly fired and blew away both the driver and the vehicle."

"."

These words completely silenced the teammates around him.

Michael started to complain: "Kane, has anyone ever told you that you can't chat at all? You're like a ruthless topic terminator."

"At least it's better than an annoying chatterbox like you."

Kane glanced at this guy who had no problem with him.

"But girls like men like me who are humorous, talkative and funny."

Michael didn't care, instead he proudly showed off his love history.

At most, he took three hot girls from the bar at the same time.

“Oh.”

Talking about this will make you feel less sleepy.

One by one, they stood up and started talking about men's favorite topics.

As they chatted, everyone became curious about the taciturn Kane's experience as security chief in Florence Prison.

After all, it is the federal prison with the highest security level, and every criminal imprisoned there is extremely vicious.

"And I heard that because there are many big drug dealers and gang leaders imprisoned there, the prison guards have a very high income, at least 300,000 yuan a year."

A tall and thin security guard said with some envy.

Swish! !
Now everyone is even more curious.

If ordinary prison guards earn so much, wouldn't Kane, the head of prison security, earn millions a year?
This is just a shitty job.

"."

Kane was helpless under the curious gazes of these people. The corners of his mouth twitched and he said helplessly:
"It's not that high. There are many things I can't do but I can't stop them either. I can only turn a blind eye and take a small share every month."

"and"

Speaking of this, as if thinking of something sad, this tough guy shook his head and sighed:

"And I invested most of that money in the stock market, and as you know, the New York Stock Exchange was bombed."

"Pfft."

Michael couldn't help laughing when he heard this, and his stomach hurt a little.

When Kane stared at him with an expressionless look, he straightened up, coughed lightly, and looked around as if nothing had happened: "Oh, sorry, did I laugh too loudly just now?"

Kane: (╬￣皿￣)
Jamie got back quickly because there was a pizza shop right across from the entrance of the Los Angeles County Museum of Art.

After a while, he came to the monitoring room where Michael and others were on duty, carrying a tall stack of pizza boxes. With a bright and cheerful smile, he gave each of them one.

"Oh, thanks man."

Michael couldn't wait to eat.

Compared to the shitty sandwiches provided by the security company, this steaming hot black pepper beef pizza is simply a delicacy from heaven.

After a while, Michael finished showing off his share and drank water in big gulps from the ice cola cup.

"Huh, this is the food that people should eat."

Several other security personnel also ate very quickly, not caring whether this was a violation of security regulations.

Among the five people, only Kane glanced at Jamie's back several times as he left. He seemed a little nervous, frowned and thought for a while, then did not touch the pizza and Coke, pushed them to others, and said that he was full.

"Kane, you're too cautious. Low-level security missions like ours won't have a problem for several years."

"Yeah, man, I haven't fired a gun in two years except at the company training ground. This isn't a prison."

Several other security guards who had been working for several years nonchalantly explained to him the rules of the industry.

Generally speaking, security personnel like them who sign C-level contracts often take on tasks that are not very professional, commonly known as going through the motions.

Security personnel who have signed Class A or even Class AA contracts really need to be cautious in their daily lives.

Otherwise, if you are not careful, both the customer and yourself will lose their lives.

".All right."

After a while, seeing that Michael and Beard were fine, Kane thought he was overthinking it.

Just as he was about to eat the cold pizza, suddenly, snoring sounds were heard from the monitoring room.

I don't know when it started, but the four people who had just eaten pizza and drank drinks all fell asleep leaning against chairs or walls with submachine guns in their hands.

"Damn it, I knew there was something wrong!!"

Kane stood up with a sullen face and looked at the surveillance footage at the side door of the museum.

In the picture, Jamie, the boy who had just delivered pizza to them, was wearing a security uniform. He opened the door stealthily and let in a group of masked and armed robbers.

And with Kane's eyesight, he found that those people's equipment was not bad, they even had Beretta SCS70.

"It seems that this place has been targeted for a long time."

Kane frowned and pressed the red alarm button in the monitoring room.

But no surprise.
This thing is completely useless when there is a mole.

Kane even took out his cell phone and found that there was no signal. This group of people had turned on a high-power signal jammer nearby.

"Come prepared."

For some reason, Kane was not nervous, but instead felt a long-lost sense of excitement.

He hadn't felt this way in a long time, ever since he retired from the army.

Click! !
After taking off the safety of his UMP45 submachine gun and trying to wake up his teammates to no avail, Kane licked his lips and prepared to go out and find a place to ambush these people.

"Oh shit, how did I fall asleep suddenly, and my face hurts so much."

At this moment, unexpectedly, Michael, who had just been showing off his cola and pizza, actually stood up with his head in his hands and sleepy eyes.

Kane turned around and looked at him in surprise, then told him the truth: "Someone was planning to rob the museum and drugged your food in advance." "Walter?"

Michael woke up completely after hearing this, picked up his gun from the ground, looked at the three teammates lying dead around him, seemed to have figured something out, covered his handsome face that was almost swollen, and cast an angry look at the bastard bald man who was taking revenge for his personal grudge.

"I was just worried about you guys, so I used a little more strength."

Kane explained nonchalantly.

Then he glanced at the surveillance screen, narrowed his eyes, and raised his hand to make a tactical gesture.

"Be careful, they are coming."

"Humph."

Knowing that now was not the time to worry about this, Michael silently wrote this matter down in the little notebook in his heart.

Then, holding a gun, he and Kane took up advantageous positions on both sides of the second floor of the monitoring room, forming a crossfire downwards.

"Fire!!"

Suddenly, just as Elliot and his group walked into the exhibition hall on the first floor, the two men leaned forward and fired at the same time.

Bang, bang, bang!!
The 45mm bullets equipped by the UMP11.43 submachine gun instantly knocked down the five people in front.

"Be careful, there's someone there!!"

The remaining people scattered and hid in nearby shelters.

Four of them chose to raise their guns and shoot at the location where Michael and Kane were.

Bang, bang, bang!!
The wall where Michael and Kane were hiding was smashed to pieces.

"Oh shit, there's actually a master among these people."

It is not easy to shoot so accurately in the dim environment of the hall where most of the lights are turned off and only a few indicator lights are on.

Moreover, the firepower direction and shooting rhythm of these four people were also very professional. For a while, they made Michael and Kane unable to raise their heads.

"Uncle Vito, I leave this place to you."

And Michael and Kane were right.

These four people are elites specially invited by Elliot from the family. They were all members of the Italian leather mask anti-terrorist commando team and are particularly good at indoor CQB. In addition, the four of them cooperated well. For a time, Michael and Kane were really at a disadvantage.

"But I have this."

Michael raised his hand and threw out a round object.

The four mafia members below fell down subconsciously.

However, the object that looked like a grenade did not explode. After rolling on the ground for several times, a gangster saw that it was a lighter that looked like a simulated grenade.

“Maledizione!!”

The mafia gang member was so angry that he blurted out some Italian slang, quickly got up, called his companions, and was about to suppress Michael and Kane with firepower again.

But it's too late.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, the two of them changed their position, grinned at the mafia whose position had been exposed, and started shooting with their guns.

boom! Bang bang! !
Two mafia members fell to the ground instantly, and the other two rolled sideways to avoid the attack.

“Hoo, hoo, hoo.”

For a moment, in the dim environment of the museum, the only sounds were the heavy breathing of the two opposing parties and the painful groans of the injured but not yet dead bandits.

"Damn it."

Elliot, who had just thought they had a sure win, took Jamie, who had a thigh injury, and several other people and hid in Exhibition Hall 3 next to the first floor, leaning against the glass cabinet and breathing rapidly.

"Brother Elliot, am I dying?"

Perhaps his femoral artery was injured, as there was blood all over the ground under Jamie. His face was pale, his eyes were dull, and his lips were slightly purple due to excessive blood loss.

"No, you will become a multi-millionaire, Jamie."

Elliot looked back at this younger brother who was actually no longer useful to him, with a bit of pity in his eyes, and was about to say a few words to comfort him.

Suddenly, his eyes were attracted by the strange and bizarre ancient Chinese painting in the glass display case they were leaning against.

Even he had never seen paintings in this style.

But this was not the reason why Elliot was stunned on the spot.

He was obsessed with art, but not to the extent of being obsessed with it regardless of the occasion.

The reason why he looked surprised and even horrified was that the fingers of the big skeleton dressed in gauze and sitting on the ground in the painting suddenly moved.

He gently hooked the silk thread in his hand, and the little skeleton controlled by the silk thread below slowly raised its head, staring at them with empty black eyes.

Elliot's pupils contracted and his consciousness began to become hazy.

In a trance, he seemed to see the little skeleton controlled by the silk thread, gradually turning into familiar human figures.

Paul, Evan, and Riley were all friends or brothers he had just brought in and were beaten to death.

The look in their eyes when they looked at him was no longer full of trust, but hatred and resentment, as if they were blaming him for taking their lives.

"No, no, I don't want that either."

Elliot's eyes became more and more terrified, and his body bones became stiffer and darker unconsciously, as if he had become a puppet in the painting, and his consciousness gradually fell into darkness.

until
He suddenly felt someone push him hard, and a familiar voice came from his ear, "Brother Elliot, go!"

Elliot woke with a start.

He was pushed back a few steps and finally saw clearly what was happening in reality.

Blood, blood everywhere!!
The five companions who hid with him in Exhibition Hall No. 3 were like five controlled puppets. They went crazy and hit the glass cabinet containing the strange ancient painting again and again with their fists, heads and even teeth.

The one who pushed him just now was Jamie. He was lying in a pool of blood, his face pale, his eyes wide open looking in his direction, and he had already stopped breathing.

"no no"

This strange, terrifying and even bizarre scene made Elliot's brain confused and he completely lost the ability to think.

He staggered back with a pale face, but his body was still full of obscurity, as if he was just a poorly crafted puppet.

At the same time, under the crazy attack of those people, the glass cabinet suddenly exploded.

A wisp of black air that seemed to be tangible overflowed from the painting. After circling around the five people, they all turned into brand new skeletons as if they had been weathered for thousands of years.

The color of the strange ancient painting, which had faded over the years, became brighter again.

The big skeleton sitting on the ground twisted its neck, and under Elliot's terrified and even desperate eyes, it slowly stood up and walked out of the painting step by step.

As the other party got closer to the real world, the breath of the living became stronger, and flesh and skin grew again from his bones. In the end, he turned into a mysterious man wearing a black robe, whose specific age could not be seen, and a bronze mask on his face.

Boom! ! !
Suddenly, lightning and thunder roared over Los Angeles, and heavy rain began to fall without warning.

"Oh shit!!"

Amid the curses of the homeless people who had fallen asleep on the park chairs,
Inside the Los Angeles County Museum of Art, all the lights went out instantly, and it was as if tangible darkness spread out in all directions, as thick as insoluble ink.

Michael on the second floor suddenly found himself a little cold.

"Ah, cut."

He sneezed, hid behind the wall, and asked the big guy on the other side: "Kane, why do I feel something is wrong? Did those guys cut off the power supply to the museum?"

"Maybe not, fuck!"

With the little light coming in from the lightning and thunder outside the window, Kane saw that the stone man placed in the corridor behind Michael actually moved, raised the spear in his hand, his eyes widened instantly, raised the muzzle of the gun and pulled the trigger.

(End of this chapter)