5 America 1950 (2/2)

However, the amount is enough for me to get started.

After Henry helps me exchange the gold coins for good old American dollars, I give him $100 to buy him as my personal assistant to the bank.

The amount is a lot of money for Henry considering the minimum wages is around $1 an hour.

”Thank you for opening an account with us today Mr. Maxwell. If you need anything, anything at all, don't be afraid to ask. We do hope to see you again soon.”

Henry is very happy.

I withdraw at least $1000 dollars from my account to use as capital, as I needed to raise some funding quickly for what I have in mind.

By the way, the glass of coke cost 6 cents – just so you know.

I did come back to the bar to have a drink and pay the waitress a $1.

6 cents for the drink and the rest is tip, about 1600% tips.

Interestingly, she asks for my name and whether I am free in the evening.

I suppose I could spare some time for her since I will be around for a few days or so.

”I will drop by when I am free. See you, Lorelei.”

I tell her before finding my way to the race tracks. Horse racing is one of the most favorite pastimes in 1950, so there are a shit ton of people there, betting on horses.

With my power, it is incredibly easy to multiple my capital.

I didn't bother to wait around for the best odd. I just bet on whichever horse will definitely win in the race, repeatedly.

By the fourth winning streak, the teller is sweating profusely.

This is because I have just multiple my capital of $1000 by almost 250 times, causing a scene. It is not possible to be that lucky, especially I am incredible confidence on which horse will win.

Men and women wonder when my luck will finally run out. Some even bet the same as me last round, earning a hefty amount.

”I think you have enough for the day.”

A man tells me when I try to place my bet for the fifth time, putting almost $250,000 on a 5 to 1 odd.

If I win, I would have $1.5 million – an incredible sum for 1950.

Sadly, I think I have overstayed my welcome. It will be very troublesome if I ignore his warning. Horse betting is usually run by mobs after all.

The atmosphere becomes incredibly heavy when the massive man places a hand on my shoulder. He exerts his strength, causing me to wince.

”Alright. I guess I have enough. Thanks for the friendly reminder.”

I head out of the race track with a briefcase full of cash amidst the envies of everyone. It is probably enough for now.

As I head to the bank to deposit the cash, I notice several people follows me closely behind.

They didn't hide their trailing at all – typical goons.

When there is no body nearby, one of the goons speaks up.

”Leave the briefcase if you know what is good for you?”

I turn around and look at the four guys before placing down the briefcase. I stretch my shoulder a little with a smile on my face.

”Really? Even I don't know what is good for me.”

The two goons immediately grab my arms, one on each side. The third one about to give me a beating, but before he could, the two holding me screams in terror.

He recoils back in fear. His eyes couldn't believe what they saw.

The two men that are holding my arms has their flesh literally rotted off their face, revealing a skull.

Their hair grows rapidly, turning grey before falling out of their skull.

Their bones crack and crumple into dust.

All that remains is ashes and their clothes.

”What…!? My God!”

I put the man in front of me in a chokehold before looking at the last person.

That person attempts to run away in fear, but he didn't get very far. He manages to get away a couple of steps before falling forwards, shattering like fragile ice against the ground. The pieces then break down even further, scattering like dust in the wind.

The man in my chokehold sees all of this. He screams in absolute terror.

”Shut up or you will join your friends in hell.”

The man immediately shut up. His pants become damps. He just literally pisses himself.

”Good. Let's have a talk, shall we?”