I revived the Demonic Sect in North America

At this point, this tough guy, who had only let out a muffled groan after being shot at close range by Elmer, couldn't help but shed tears:

"But every time I wake up and return to reality, your father is gone forever. Two years ago, when I learned that you had joined the police force, I volunteered to be your mentor, just so I could take good care of you in your father's place."

"These past two years, seeing you as upright and righteous as your father has brought me indescribable comfort; but seeing you as stubborn and inflexible as him has terrified me. You know, in our line of work, the worst thing you can do is act like a saint."

Karen, who was standing to the side, was already sobbing uncontrollably, tightly gripping Detective Miller's hand as she cried.

"Sir, I'm sorry..."

Detective Miller took a hard breath, his chest heaving like a bellows.

"Hey, being a cop is just a job, a few thousand dollars a month. It's not worth risking your life. I've always wanted to loosen up your tight nerves, but unfortunately, like your dad, I'm not good with words and haven't been able to teach you to be flexible. I never expected that this big problem would be solved by that kid."

Upon hearing this, Karen exclaimed with delight:

"Sir, what do you mean?"

Detective Miller smiled slightly:

"Silly girl, I'm just a seasoned veteran, not an ungrateful beast. That kid saved both of our lives and pulled you out of a dead end. I'm so grateful to him, how could I possibly turn around and stab him in the back?"

Karen wiped away her tears of joy, her voice trembling with delight as she said:

"Thank you, sir!"

Miller glanced at her sideways, deliberately putting on a stern face, and said:

"Still calling me 'sir'? When I first took someone on a mission, I said I wanted them to call me 'uncle' in private. Too bad, they've always refused..."

Karen smiled through her tears, pursed her lips, and softly called out:

"Thank you, Uncle Miller."

"Why."

Miller responded with satisfaction, gesturing with his chin towards Elmer's corpse, his expression turning cold as he said:

"Since you've already called me uncle, then I can't keep some of my most secrets from you. Today I'll teach you properly. Go, get me the gun."

Karen nodded obediently, then quickly turned around, picked up the Glock that Leon had just placed on the ground, and handed it to Detective Miller, who was slumped on the ground.

Miller shook his head and said:

"Not this one."

Karen asked in surprise:

"That's right, Uncle, this is your sidearm."

Miller sneered:

"I know, but I want the one that old Niko has."

Karen paused for a moment.

Without asking any further questions, she quickly walked to Elmer's body, painstakingly pried open the old man's stiff fingers, took down the Colt M1911, and handed it to Miller.

Miller took the gun and then had Karen help him up.

He then turned the gun with difficulty toward the elderly Tommy and his wife, who were lying unconscious on the ground not far away.

Karen gasped immediately, instantly understanding what Detective Miller was about to do.

However, this time, even though she was so frightened that she covered her mouth, she did not make a sound to disturb Miller as before.

Not to mention arguing with Miller about it.

Without hesitation, Detective Miller's trembling finger gripped the trigger.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Although he was racist, he was not sexist, and he fired three shots at each of the elderly Tommy couple.

The two had already lost consciousness due to excessive blood loss.

Even after being shot several times by Miller, he still did not make a sound.

I believe I will never be able to make a sound again in this lifetime.

After killing the elderly Tommy couple, Miller then had Karen throw the body camera on the ground.

Then, with two more shots, they brutally killed two more innocent body camera users.

After doing all this, Miller coldly handed the gun back to Karen.

Karen suppressed her immense psychological discomfort, took a deep breath, and forced herself to take the pistol.

Then, without any instruction, she lifted the hem of her clothes and carefully wiped away the fingerprints Miller had left on it.

He then tossed the gun to Elmer's side through the corner of his clothes.

Miller nodded in satisfaction, slumped back to the ground, and closed his eyes to rest.

At that moment, the faint sounds of hurried footsteps and shouts from a loudspeaker could be heard outside the passage.

The flashes of red and blue police lights flickered at the entrance of the passage in the distance, gradually approaching the two people.

……

In the dead of night, Li Ang, who had been up all night, finally returned home, panting heavily.

Close the window and draw the curtains.

He threw the dark green military jacket onto the living room floor and slumped into the sofa.

After three days of hard work preparing, he now feels exhausted from head to toe, even to the bone.

Lying on the sofa, Li Ang drifted off to sleep.

He didn't know how long he slept before he slowly woke up.

I glanced at the clock on the wall; it was already 3:10 a.m.

"Fuck, I almost overslept."

Li Ang sat up abruptly, his back covered in a layer of cold sweat.

Fiona's dialysis session ended at 5 o'clock.

I have to leave home by 4:30 at the latest, otherwise I won't be able to keep up with Fiona.

He quickly sprang up from the sofa, grabbed the dark green military jacket from the floor, and began looting his spoils.

Li Ang had never served in the military and didn't know whether Elmer's military jacket was one he had modified.

The inner pocket is sewn very deep.

He reached his finger all the way down and pulled out a package wrapped in oiled paper; it felt heavy in his hand.

Upon opening it, I found white powder and several different colored tablets packaged in small, transparent bags.

It's exactly the same sample Elmer showed off at the presentation he gave to the rich kids at Tribec High School the day before yesterday.

Li Ang weighed the contents in his hand and estimated that compared to the thousand dollars he had gotten from Elmer the night before, this large bag of enhancement agents could easily fetch tens of thousands of dollars if he distributed it.

Tens of thousands of dollars!

This is US dollars!

Li Ang's eyes immediately lit up.

He suppressed his excitement and continued digging inside.

Li Ang clearly remembered that Elmer had just made a big deal with Tribeck's group of students the day before yesterday, receiving several thick stacks of cash, conservatively estimating that he had earned tens of thousands of dollars from that deal.

He saw Elmer stuff it into his inner pocket with his own eyes.

But now, after feeling around, he found that in the inner pocket, besides the thousand dollars he had previously returned to Elmer, there were some other loose bills and coins.

There was no sign of any other large bundles of cash.

"Where's the money? This old black man can't possibly spend it all, can he? Ten thousand dollars in two days—even if he went to a pub for a foot massage until his skin peeled, he still wouldn't have spent it all, right?"

Li Ang frowned, his fingers poking around in the interlayer, when he suddenly bumped into a bunch of hard, gritty little particles.

He pinched a few, took them out, and held them up to the light to examine them.

They were golden beans of varying sizes, all bright yellow.

Each of these gold coins bears the eagle head logo of a long-established gold shop in the Morris neighborhood.

There is also a clear label next to it that says "24K".

Li Ang was immediately shocked.

24K?

Gold?

Pure gold?

There are tons of them here!