In that car, I don't know how many gangsters were dead. The Aztec Pot was spitting out money desperately. Banknotes were flying all over the car, making Police Officer Turner unable to see clearly.

The pursuer, after seeing the banknotes spraying out of Turner's car,

Their eyes became even redder, and they stepped on the accelerator desperately, as if they were the police chasing the gangsters at this moment.

This kind of bravery that would never appear 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,

At this moment, money only exists in my mind, and I have lost my mind.

As if there is an invisible hand controlling everything,

One of the gangsters accidentally hit the rear tire of Turner's car.

He rolled over and the car flipped over.

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,

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, and because a few more people had died, money was being spit out from the car 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.

Boom!

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 break free from the squeezed pile of money, holding a copper pot with him. He saw everything just now.

He has woken up and knows 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 has no end, and as long as it catches a trace, it will be affected.

but--

It's already too late. What can I do if I wake up now? Murder is already a fact.

I can only grit my teeth and continue to escape.

Turner fearfully picked up the copper kettle,

Wrapping it tightly with a coat slowly relaxed the tense nerves.

Then Bian Dian sat in the gang boss's car with a sigh of relief.

Leaving the scene, leaving only banknotes on the ground, it 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, there is no one who 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——]

"Everybody, 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, all this money is

They are mine, and with them, I can pay off 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, and they still looked at each other in disbelief when they died. They simply refused to close their eyes.

When the police officers heard the gunshots and took cover, they saw that the shooter was one of their own.

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

"Farke, Mark, what have you done?"

Boom!

Boom boom boom!

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 a hundred meters~" the police officer leading the team shouted wildly. Although he had never seen extraordinary events, his decades of experience in handling cases made him aware of it immediately.

Arrive at the source.

Now, the policemen were afraid, and 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 agents arrived at the scene. After interacting with the police, they walked towards the money in a swaggering manner.

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

"Thank you for the reminder, but now we have taken over this place, 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.

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

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! When several other teammates noticed something was wrong, and when they called him to stop, he had already taken out his gun and started shooting his teammates.

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

Boom!

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 that the money is from evil—"

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

"Luo, there is 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, what department is that Mediterranean in the black suit?" Roger looked at the Mediterranean in the distance, why did it feel familiar?

After more than 20 years of time travel, many memories of my previous life are blurred and I can’t recall them. 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 arguing 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.

He's an exorcist, they should have noticed.
To be continued...