From picking up corpses to becoming a true god of America

Chapter 102 It would be troublesome if the kick broke.

Does anyone really dare to rob them?

The armed security guards all looked bewildered, staring blankly at the shadow cast by the car headlights, feeling a sense of absurdity and comical disbelief.

Is this some kind of Florida?

How can there be a crazy person robbing an armored truck all by himself?

However, the man simply stood in front of the convoy, not moving an inch.

"Honestate the horn."

The captain gripped his pistol tightly and whispered, "Damn it, get him out of here."

"Okay, okay!"

The driver honked the horn twice and even rolled down the window, leaned out, and cursed angrily.

"You bastard! Are you crazy? What are you doing standing in the street at night?!"

"If you don't get out of here, I'll—"

However, the driver's shout suddenly stopped halfway through.

The captain was startled, but before he could check on the driver, he heard someone behind him exclaim.

"Boss, look ahead!"

The captain turned his head in confusion and soon saw a horrifying scene.

Suddenly, a thick green mist rose from behind the figure.

The eerie fog rolled and spread from the ground like grass in a pasture, gradually engulfing the van.

The security captain stared wide-eyed, his heart pounding, a strong sense of foreboding gradually taking over his mind.

He could no longer bear the fear and raised his gun, shouting angrily.

"Kill him! Shoot him, all of you, now!"

"Kill him, and each of you will receive an additional $50,000 reward!"

There's an old saying at Dongda University: "Money can make the devil turn the millstone."

However, in America, the uses of money are almost unimaginable.

These words exploded like a bomb in everyone's heart.

Money blinded them, and even their faces became fierce.

That's fifty thousand dollars.

Killing this guy will allow me to get a nice car or pay off my credit card debt.

Fear was immediately replaced by greed.

However, his excited heart and breath were deeply suppressed.

Silently, everyone clutched their guns and got out of the car in an orderly fashion. Using the car door as cover, they aimed their sights intently at the figure, waiting for the order to fire.

However, under everyone's gaze, the figure suddenly took two steps forward, completely exposing its face to the car headlights.

The security captain's pupils contracted, and his eyes widened in disbelief.

Under the blinding headlights, the dark yellow headscarf and the silver armor gleamed.

A mask with strange patterns was clearly visible on the other person's face, making him look like a fanged demon.

The moment he saw it clearly, the captain suddenly felt a chilling, eerie feeling creep up his spine.

That is an innate, deep-seated fear of the unknown.

But he couldn't figure out why he was afraid.

The captain widened his eyes, wanting to see more clearly.

But at that moment, a deep, hoarse voice reached everyone's ears with perfect clarity.

"Leave here, and I'll spare your lives."

Is it human?

Although the captain was somewhat confused, he couldn't help but want to communicate with him.

After all, there's nothing in this world that money can't solve.

If so, it's because there isn't enough money.

They only need to transport the money out this time to receive a large reward; there's no need for conflict here.

However, just as the captain was about to make his offer, a loud gunshot rang out from behind him.

"Bang!"

Damn it, he hasn't given the order yet. Who fired the shots randomly?

"Damn it! Which guy just won't listen—"

The captain turned around angrily, but the words of rebuke stuck in his throat.

He stared wide-eyed, only to see a headless corpse in a security guard uniform standing behind him.

Only the lower half of the skull remained on the neck; the area above the mouth had completely disappeared.

He stood quietly in the crowd, still gripping the gun tightly in his hand, but the muzzle was pointed at himself.

Many of his colleagues around him had stiff bodies and blank faces, some even splattered with hot blood and brain matter.

Amidst a series of shocked, heavy breaths, everyone involuntarily took a step back.

They are the best security company on the West Coast, have worked with many banks, and their security guards are mostly veterans who have served in combat.

Although they had experienced many battles, the bizarre scene before them still stung their nerves.

This is absolutely bizarre.

A colleague who was just joking with them suddenly smashed his own head in the middle of the crowd.

"Jesus is above."

"This bastard is behind it all! He's a monster!"

Another experienced security guard could no longer bear the fear and immediately raised his shotgun, aiming it at the strange figure.

They've all fought on the battlefield; what kind of scenes haven't they seen?

I'll risk it all for $50,000!

However, at the very moment he pulled the trigger...

All the onlookers saw was him flip his hands over and suddenly point the gun at himself.

Then, under his own terrified gaze, he pulled the trigger with trembling hands.

"Bang!"

Another loud gunshot rang out, shocking almost everyone present.

They had never seen anything like it before.

Many people even considered escaping, and a few cowards simply dropped their guns and fled this damned highway.

"Damn it, what the hell happened?!"

Manager Thompson, who was following behind, sensed something was wrong and promptly brought the remaining security guards over.

They had all heard that eerie sound, and now an indescribable strange atmosphere permeated the group.

"Damn it, listen to me!"

Thompson slammed his fist on the car door in anger: "Are you even considered veterans?"

"With so many of us, why are we afraid of just one person?"

"Kill him now! $100,000 reward for everyone who gets to the dock!"

One hundred thousand dollars—that's the price that can completely buy out fear.

Driven by desire, many people swallowed hard, their gazes gradually turning fierce.

"Shoot him all at once and take down that bastard!"

"I refuse to believe he can kill all of us!"

At the captain's command, everyone decisively raised their rifles, both long and short.

"Fire!"

After the captain fired the first shot, a burst of gunfire followed.

Thompson stared at the slender figure opposite him, a confident smile spreading across his face.

However, almost in the blink of an eye, the smile froze.

He clearly saw the security captain's hideous head explode into a crimson firework almost instantly in front of him.

Then came the second and the third. The security guards, blinded by money, were like a dazzling fireworks display. They grinned maliciously, pointed their guns at themselves, and pulled the triggers with trembling hands.

"Bang bang bang!"

The brief gunshots had passed, but Thompson felt as if an eternity had elapsed.

He stared in disbelief at himself amidst a sea of ​​headless corpses, his body and face soaked in thick, sticky blood, as if he had been bathed in a rain of blood.

"Heh, heh!"

Thompson felt like he couldn't breathe and subconsciously tugged at his tie.

He had witnessed many bloody scenes, many of which he had personally created.

But even this wicked demon, who has committed countless evils and driven countless people to the brink of disaster, now showed a hint of fear.

"I...I can't die here!"

"I have so much money, so much gold! I absolutely cannot die here!"

Thompson trembled as he struggled to move his heavy legs and desperately fled toward the armored truck behind him.

Expensive Italian handmade leather shoes stepped on the blood, splattering up filthy bloodstains.

He stumbled to the car door, only to find that the driver had already disappeared.

"Damn it."

Thompson cursed under his breath and was about to get into the car when he saw a petite figure already sitting inside.

She was a Latina-looking girl, absolutely gorgeous.

But those beautiful eyes were filled with the fury of hell.

The Seattle Police Department was brightly lit late at night.

Guy rushed into the director's office, speaking in a panic.

"It's bad, Chief. The company that Old Rocky controls has started to run away."

"Didn't they stop them?"

"They infiltrated the bank's armored truck and hired a lot of security personnel; we couldn't stop them."

Louise frowned, displeased, and said, "How do you people do their jobs? They can't even handle this little thing?"

Having said that, she glanced at the time, stood up, and said coldly, "Have the nearby patrol officers give chase immediately. The rest of you, come with me!"

"yes!"

At Louise's command, the already busy police station became even busier, with dozens of officers boarding their vehicles, turning off their flashing lights, and silently driving toward the dock.

Based on the information provided by the patrol officers, they quickly arrived at the highway not far from the dock.

When Louise arrived, several Dodge Charger police cars were already parked around.

"Chief, why did you come in person?"

The patrol officer personally came out and, upon seeing Louise approaching, immediately gave her a respectful salute.

"What's the situation now?"

Louise casually raised her hand in return, then walked solemnly through the crowd to stand at the front of the convoy.

"When we arrived here ten minutes ago, we found this armored truck convoy parked here. Something seemed wrong, so we blocked the road."

"Something's not right?"

Louise frowned slightly upon hearing the patrol officer's explanation.

These slippery fellows always hesitate when faced with danger.

If Ye Xiao were here, he might have already resolved the matter without even waiting for her to arrive.

However, since Ye Xiao is her sister's boyfriend, Louise shouldn't use her too harshly, lest she break the shoe.

So she took the binoculars.

Under the spotlight, Louise could almost immediately see the bizarre and bloody scene.

On the narrow two-lane road, two commercial vehicles were parked sideways in front, while an armored truck was parked in the middle.

Beside the two vans at the front, there were many headless corpses in uniform lying haphazardly.

Only then did Louise realize that the shimmering substance on the ground was not water, but blood!

Was it attacked?

Louise frowned, then decisively said, "Guy, take a small team up and check the situation."

Guy's expression was stern, his heart pounding, but he immediately replied, "Yes!"

A fully armed squad moved slowly forward under the cover of shields, looking like a clumsy centipede.

Through the binoculars, Louise could clearly see Guy's trembling expression.

Once Guy arrived at the armored truck, he immediately adopted a guarded posture.

After carefully confirming that the surroundings were safe, Guy mustered his courage and, under cover, suddenly ripped open the back door of the armored truck, instantly gasping for breath!

The money bags and gold bars that had filled the armored truck were all gone, leaving only a corpse hanging upside down, its throat slit and its body drained of blood, like a slaughtered cow or sheep.

Damn it!

Upon witnessing this scene, Louise angrily slammed the binoculars in her hand to the ground.

Such a large sum of money, all gone?!

Who is behind this?!

The scene was quickly cordoned off, and professional crime scene investigators arrived to begin investigating and recording the situation.

Based on her previous experience, Louise could tell at a glance that Mpower had been attacked while transferring assets, all of its property had been stolen, and even the general manager in charge of the matter had been slaughtered like livestock.

In addition, given the remote location of the road, Louise couldn't understand who else would dare to rob a cash transport convoy protected by more than thirty security teams, except for gangs with ulterior motives.

However, based on the on-site investigation, the professional investigators presented Louise with a rather alarming situation.

Apart from the manager named Thompson, the other security guards who died were most likely killed by the weapons they were carrying.

"You mean, they all committed suicide?"

Guy's eyes widened, unable to believe what he was hearing, and he couldn't help but question Seth.

"I can only say that, based on the injuries on the deceased and the traces left at the scene, this is very likely."

Seth's face was ashen, and he looked somewhat exhausted.

"Besides that possibility, what other reason do you think could it be?"

""

Seth didn't respond, he just silently shook his head.

Upon witnessing this scene, the senior police officers present all gasped in shock.

Damn it, isn't that still the same idea?

Guy felt like he had seen a ghost.

Is this some kind of esoteric Buddhist event?

Were those security guards all insane? They treated customers like sheep, hanging them upside down to bleed them dry, and then collectively shot themselves?

"Seth, are you seeing things? How could this be? Have all thirty-odd people gone mad?"

"If you don't believe me, go and take a look. The body is lying outside anyway."

Looking at the flushed faces of the crowd, Louise only found them noisy.

However, just as she was about to reprimand him, her phone suddenly rang.

Louise took out her phone and was puzzled to find that it was her father calling.

As soon as the call connected, before she could say anything, she heard her father roaring on the other end of the line.

"Louise, look what you've done!"

"It's all over the internet now, what exactly did you do in Seattle?!"

"What?"

Before Louise could figure it out, she heard her father angrily hang up the phone.

She frowned, quickly opened her phone, and soon saw a glaring headline that was rapidly climbing to the top of the trending topics list.

The headline read: "Evil financial company destroyed, all debts wiped clean."

The accompanying video showed Mpower burning fiercely under the night sky.

For a moment, a terrifying figure flashed into Louise's mind.

Although she had never seen it, the other party had always been around her in the form of a nightmare, as if it were everywhere!

"Seattle Superman".

Louise uttered the name almost with trembling hands.