Meiman: Get a Ghost Rider at the beginning

In that car, I don't know how many gangsters were dead, and the Aztec Pot was spitting out money desperately. The whole car was filled with banknotes, making Police Officer Turner unable to see clearly.

After seeing the banknotes spraying out of Turner's car, the pursuers' eyes became even redder and they stepped on the accelerator desperately, as if they were the police chasing the gangster at this moment.

This kind of bravery that would be impossible in normal times is completely covered by inner greed at this moment. They only have money in their minds and nothing else.

Money...Money...

A few gangsters, with only money in their minds at the moment, have lost their minds.

As if there was an invisible hand controlling everything, one of the gangsters accidentally hit the rear tire of Turner's car. He rolled over and the car overturned.

Finally, the whole car hit the big tree next to it and stopped, and the gangsters also stopped the car and surrounded it.

The gangster pointed at the car with trembling fingers, "Boss, there's a lot of money, the car is full of money~"

The gang boss completely lost his mind, "Hahahaha, I'm getting rich, I'm getting rich, all this money is mine~"

Bah bah bah bah bah ~

Suddenly, the gang boss took out his gun, launched a sneak attack on three or four younger men, and killed them all.

"Mine, the treasure is mine, and the money is mine too. Don't even think about taking away my money..."

The gang boss's eyes were red. After killing someone, he opened the car door. Because a few more people had died, the car was spitting out money desperately. Even Turner's people were drowned in a cart full of banknotes.

When the gang boss was laying down the money vigorously, a gun stuck out from the pile of money.

Bah!

The gang boss fell to the ground in disbelief. He didn't know what happened to him before he died.

"Huh~huh~" Turner struggled to free himself from the squeezed pile of money, holding a copper pot by the way. He saw everything just now.

He had woken up and knew why the gang boss in front of him went crazy and killed his younger brother for no reason. Everything was caused by this copper pot.

Just like when he killed his old partner of several years ago, this copper kettle will infinitely expand the greed in human hearts.

Greed is never-ending, and as long as you are caught by it, you will be affected.

but--

It's already too late. What can I do now that I wake up? Murder is already a fact. I can only grit my teeth and continue to escape.

Turner fearfully picked up the copper kettle and wrapped it tightly with his coat, then slowly relaxed his tense nerves.

Then Dian Dian got into the gang boss's car and left the scene, leaving only banknotes on the ground, which seemed to be telling something.

Less than an hour after he left, the first person discovered the scene. He first wanted to call the police, but then he saw the car full of banknotes, and he immediately became greedy.

Just as he was frantically putting money into his car, the second person saw it again. Then the two were affected by the banknotes and began to fight crazily. Fortunately, neither of them had guns.

Finally, a third person saw it and called the police directly. The farce ended only after the police arrived.

"Akers, no one called the FBI. This money always gives me an ominous premonition." The leading policeman looked at the two passers-by and asked about the reason.

It turned out that the two people didn't know why they started fighting. They seemed to be unable to control themselves after seeing the money.

The leading police officer also noticed it, because several of his men stared at the car full of banknotes from time to time, their breathing began to quicken, and their eyes began to turn red, as if they were drunk.

A flash of inspiration flashed in the leading police officer's mind.

[This money is evil——]

"Everyone, stay away from that money, don't go near it, stay back."

However, it was already too late. One of the police officers with a gun, after everyone backed away, still looked at the money blankly, then his eyes turned red, and he murmured to himself, "My, these money are all They are mine, and with them I can pay my debts."

"Hey, Mark, what's wrong with you?" A teammate patted him on the shoulder before he could ask why.

This police officer named Mark suddenly picked up his gun and fired at his companions. He also yelled crazily, "This money is all mine. You bastards, no one can take it away~"

The teammates fell in a pool of blood. They still looked at each other in disbelief when they died. They simply refused to close their eyes.

The police officers fled when they heard the gunshots, but saw that the shooter was one of their own.

"Put the gun down, Mark, are you crazy?"

"Farke, Mark, what have you done?"

Bah!

Bah bah bah bah!

During the chaos, Mark was shot in the head and died by the police officer leading the team. After all, it was too dangerous for the other party to carry a gun.

Sure, that's the money.

"There's something weird about that money. Don't get close to it. Move back. Move back 100 meters~" the police officer leading the team shouted crazily. Although he had never seen extraordinary events, his decades of experience in handling cases made him aware of it immediately. source.

Now, the policemen were afraid. A group of people looked at the money as if they were seeing a scourge.

The leading police officer quickly directed the people around him to set up a cordon and warned everyone not to look at the money.

Two hours later, a group of FBI people arrived at the scene. After interacting with the police, they swaggered towards the money.

"Sir, you'd better not get close to it. There's something weird about the money. Two of my men have died. They all died close to the money." The leading policeman tried to explain.

"Thank you for the reminder, but we have taken over this place now. You can go back." An FBI person said proudly.

"I've said everything I need to say. If you don't listen, don't blame me."

Of course, money is a good thing. After the stolen money is finally collected and the case is closed, it can be turned into funds for the use of one's own department.

When several FBI people approached the body and checked the money, they were also tricked. One of them lost his mind and picked up the banknotes in the car in a daze.

Several other teammates realized something was wrong and when they called him to stop him, he had already taken out his gun and started shooting his teammates.

"This money is all mine, haha, no one can take it away."

Bah!

Fortunately, the FBI's shooting skills were better and he hit his hand. Others quickly went up to hold down the teammate, thus avoiding a fratricide.

But even so, one person died and two were injured.

The FBI leader yelled angrily, "Fake, what's going on?"

But the policeman said calmly, "I just said, those money, evil -"

For a moment, everyone was as afraid of the money as a tiger——

"Luo, there's news. Turner showed up and had a shootout with a group of local gangsters. He left a pile of money and ran away. Let's go to the crime scene to have a look." After receiving the news, George and Roger, led the team to the scene.

When they arrived at the scene, they discovered that a large group of people were surrounding a cordoned area and did not dare to approach.

"Good guy, the local police station, IRS, CIA? FBI? Hey, and what department is that Mediterranean in the black suit?" Roger looked at the Mediterranean in the distance, why did it feel familiar?

After traveling through time for more than 20 years, many memories of my previous life are blurred and I can’t remember them anymore. They were probably some kind of sidekick.

Taking another look at the vehicles filled with banknotes in the distance and the bodies on the ground, Roger roughly understood what was going on.

After roughly understanding the situation, Roger turned to George and said, "Let's go, don't join in the fun here, the money can only be thrown into the fire to keep warm~"

George is the leader of the New York team. After hearing what Roger said, he stopped wrangling with a bunch of departments.

Although the other police officers were reluctant, they still obeyed George's order and got into the car and left. When they got to the car, George asked Roger what he had found.

"None of those banknotes can be used. They are covered with thick dark desires, a desire called greed." Roger explained that this was the result he obtained using the Eye of Judgment and systematic identification.

"A single banknote may not bring serious bad luck, but the more and more concentrated banknotes gathered together will affect a person's sanity. From their conversation, we learned that the policemen who died at the hands of their own people also This is the reason."

George was shocked, "So, the banknotes conjured by the watering can are all banknotes with... um, similar to curses?"

Roger nodded, "It can also be said that those banknotes will affect people's consciousness and expand the dark desires in their hearts. Therefore, this copper kettle must be solved as soon as possible and cannot be kept, and the money must be burned. There are several people at the scene. An exorcist, they should have noticed.

If the money spreads, it will spread like a meme or a virus. When the time comes, haha, it will be the evil holy weapon that destroyed the Aztec civilization. "

Roger still had something to say, but from the beginning to now, I don’t know if the more people died, the stronger the power of the copper pot. If it is strong in the end, it may not be a big cart of banknotes that will confuse people.

It's possible that just a piece of paper money can confuse a group of people into taking out guns and killing each other. Alas, it's a pity. I originally thought I could get a long-term bank job, but it seems there is no hope.

This money-changing copper kettle is a piece of shit. It depends on whether it can be used or not——

No, at the time of the Aztec civilization, there was no paper money. They must have used metal currency. So could this copper kettle spit out some gold?

Roger's mind turned around and he thought of another clever trick. Anyway, he would study it slowly after getting it.

Even if the gold takes away the curse and cannot be circulated, it will look comfortable to build a gold house at home.

To find someone, especially someone with a name and a dark treasure, magic is the best way to find them.

Roger chanted——

"The spirit of darkness between matter and time, please show your shadow before the present and show the power of the past."

----

The banknotes were cursed, Turner was sure. Although he couldn't take away the car full of banknotes, he still kept the ones he had put in his duffel bag with him.

Otherwise, what he ate, drank, and his credit card during the escape must have been monitored. As a policeman, he knew it all too well.

But what frightened him was that after he took out a banknote and went to a convenience store to buy some medical bandages for his body, he saw a scene that seemed similar to him after he had just walked a few steps.

The convenience store clerk and several customers stared at the banknote, as if it had great attraction.

Turner left the scene in fear, wondering if the group behind him was fighting.

A piece of banknote is just like this. If you just throw a few bundles out randomly, I'm afraid it will go everywhere.

But, so what, do I still have a way out?

Turner could only continue to run away, but this time, he was not so lucky, because someone with extraordinary power found him.

A handsome blond guy suddenly fell from the sky and stood in front of his car. He lifted his shoulder-length blond hair with one hand and said with a slanted face, "My friend, what are you planning in such a hurry~"

boom!

The car hit his body hard, but it seemed as if it had hit a big tree, unable to move at all. The front of the car was already dented, and was held down by a hand, unable to move.

Turner was also almost killed by the air bag. The blond man showed his fangs at the corners of his mouth and smiled, "I found the right one this time. Let's see who can still steal it."

Boom!

Turner threw out a bundle of banknotes, hoping to use the banknotes to attract the other party's attention. The blond man looked at it for a while and was attracted. Turner took the opportunity to raise his gun and shoot.

As a result, the bullet was easily dodged by the blond man. The blond man smiled, grabbed Turner's gun, and squeezed it into a ball under the other's horrified eyes.

Then he was pulled out of the car and thrown aside. The blond man searched for it, took out the copper pot in the car and looked at it. After making sure, he put it in his pocket with satisfaction.

"You can't take it away, it's mine..."

Before he finished speaking, he was kicked out by the blond man.

By the way, he also took away a large bag of banknotes from his car, and then looked at the banknotes on the ground, thoughtfully.

Because it can bewitch a dark creature, a high-level vampire, it proves that this banknote is indeed not simple.

"But what does it matter? It's just a little side effect."

"It really doesn't matter, but you'd better leave it to me. The water in that copper kettle is too deep for you to control."

"Who?"

The blond man suddenly turned his head and looked. A man wearing a windbreaker, smoking a cigarette and holding a shotgun was leaning against the wall, looking at him lazily, with several heavily armed policemen following behind him.

Seeing a familiar person, the blond man gritted his teeth and said, "It's you, you bastard~"

Roger Zhanger was confused, "Do we have a grudge? Last time in Cairo, it seems that we don't have any grudge."

The blond man smiled coldly, "Who took the notebook and framed me? Who else besides you?"

"You know how I came here in those few days? Several exorcists from the FBI used blessed finger tigers to torture me vigorously. All of this was because of you..."

Roger: "............"

The blond man didn't hesitate, just threw a lot of money at Roger, then ran away with a cold smile.

Looking at the banknotes flying in the sky, Roger had a question mark on his face and was about to chase after him, but when he saw George and others, they stopped and stared blankly at the pile of banknotes.

"Wochao, do you still have this trick?!"

Roger screamed strangely. If he caught up, George and the others would definitely start killing each other. When did this guy become so smart?

Seeing the blond vampire walking away, laughing happily, Roger had no choice but to stay and collect the cursed money.

Otherwise, none of George and the others would survive.

I couldn't help but cover my face, "Sure enough, teammates must find strong ones, otherwise they will all be a burden."

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