What the hell is the "kill line" when you're in America?

Victor finished explaining everything in one go.

The sky outside the window had brightened.

Li Ang stood up and walked to the window.

Before he knew it, it was already dawn, and he had learned the gist of the whole thing from Victor.

Carlo has been in charge of the Golden Rust Gang for a long time, and from the very beginning, it seems that he has always been working for those above him.

Knowing about these dark things is not a good thing for Li Ang.

He knew too little about this place, always thinking it was a sentinel of civilization and a beacon of freedom.

But now we realize that lighthouses can't illuminate every place, such as slums...

Li Ang felt a headache coming on; knowing too much was definitely not a good thing.

He was already tied to Victor.

"Go take a shower," Li Ang said.

Victor didn't move; he seemed to have lost his soul.

"Change your clothes, then get back to your seat."

Li Ang's voice was completely flat.

Victor's mouth gaped open, and he exclaimed excitedly, "Go back? Carlo will kill me! He definitely will!"

"Shut up!"

"He won't now."

"He still needs you to help him find those documents."

Li Ang walked up to Victor and stared intently at him.

"You're safe until you find it, at least in Carlo's presence, understand?"

Victor opened his mouth, making a hoarse sound from his throat.

He looked at Li Ang, whose eyes held no human emotion whatsoever.

"But...but I've already found it..." Victor said, his voice trembling.

"No, you didn't," Li Ang interrupted him.

"You haven't found anything. Your men were fighting the Iron Fist Gang at the docks and suffered heavy losses. You're busy cleaning up the gang's mess and are completely overwhelmed."

"You simply don't have time to go to that abandoned warehouse."

But every word was like a nail driven into Victor's mind.

"And these documents..."

"These documents don't exist in the world at all." Li Ang pointed to the boxes. "This is just an ordinary apartment, and you've never been here before."

"Do you understand?"

Victor nodded blankly, then shook his head frantically.

He doesn't understand.

His mind was completely muddled.

"Carlo will be suspicious... he definitely will..."

"Of course he would have doubts," Li Ang said, "but he had no evidence."

"Therefore, you need to give him a reason not to doubt you."

Li Ang took a document out of the supply box and threw it in front of Victor.

That was a monthly financial statement about "asset recovery".

"Remember it," Li Ang commanded.

Victor looked down at the document.

"Tomorrow, go to Carlo and tell him that you have found an account book that the butcher hid."

"The ledger recorded his embezzlement of gang funds and his financial dealings with some lower-level members of the church."

Leon paused, then continued, "You need to act very angry and tell Carlo that the Butcher, that bastard, not only betrayed the gang but also tried to shift the blame onto the church and frame Carlo."

Victor's lips trembled.

A trivial false ledger could both satisfy Carlo and absolve the church of suspicion.

Carlo would only think that the Butcher was a fool who tried to extort the church but messed things up.

Victor, on the other hand, was a loyal subordinate who always helped his boss solve problems.

"Will he...would he believe that?"

"Yes, he will," Li Ang said. "Because he needs someone to help him put this matter to rest, and you are the best candidate."

"Let's leave it at that."

Victor looked at Li Ang and felt like he wasn't facing a human being.

"And then?" Victor asked.

"Then you'll continue being the second-in-command," Li Ang said. "Wait for my call."

Victor slumped to the ground, knowing that from this moment on, his life no longer belonged to himself.

He was already bound to Li Ang; he couldn't die, and he didn't want to die.

Li Ang didn't want to either.

Seeing Victor's dejected appearance, he didn't say anything more.

He walked to the bathroom door and opened it.

"Go and wash it clean."

"You smell terrible."

Li Ang could smell the stench of Viktor's body odor; it was unbearable.

Li Ang walked to the window and looked at the bustling city outside.

It wasn't the hustle and bustle of people coming and going, but the constant clamor of gunfire...

[Mission: Luring the snake out of its hole (Completed)]

[Judgment: The host has successfully placed the first piece; the thread of cause and effect has been activated, and the secrets of heaven are revealed.]

[Gain +5 free attribute points and +50 magic points]

A system notification sounded in my mind.

Li Ang opened the attribute panel.

[Host: Li Ang]

[Attributes: Spirit 16, Constitution 15, Strength 15, Agility 15]

[Skill: Photographic Memory]

[Freely Allocable Attribute Points: 5]

[Magic Points: 145]

Without hesitation, he added all 5 attribute points to his Spirit.

[Increase successful, current stamina: 21]

The moment Li Ang allocated those five attribute points to the Spirit attribute.

The whole world became clearer and more three-dimensional in his perception, and he was able to control himself to hear the shouts of some homeless people on the street downstairs.

The enhancement of his mental strength brought his five senses and thinking speed to a whole new level, and also enabled him to digest some bad things more quickly.

Li Ang closed his eyes and slowly processed what he was thinking.

The sound of water running in the bathroom stopped.

Victor came out.

He changed into a set of clean clothes that Li Ang had somehow gotten his hands on. Although they didn't fit him perfectly, at least they made him look like a human being.

His hair was wet, and his face was clean, but his eyes were still lifeless.

"Let's go." Li Ang pointed to the door. "Remember what I told you."

"I understand," Victor said in a hoarse voice.

He walked to the door, put his hand on the doorknob, but hesitated to turn it.

"I..." He turned around, as if to say something.

"Go ahead," Li Ang said calmly.

Victor glanced at it, then opened the door, walked out, and disappeared into the stairwell.

In the room, Li Ang was finally left alone.

He walked to the sofa and looked at the military supply crates that Victor had brought in.

He opened one.

The cover features the emblem of the Church of St. Jude, with a line of smaller print below.

"Project Nightingale Third Quarter Implementation Report"

Li Ang turned to the first page.

Reporting period: July 1 - September 30, 2023.

Coverage area: Block 12, Block 13, and Block 15.

"Target population: Individuals without a fixed residence, totaling 3147 people."

"Implementation method: Distribute specially made nutritional supplements through municipal shelters, community care centers and other channels."

Li Ang's gaze moved downwards.

Data Analysis:

"A total of 428 valid assets were recovered this quarter, an increase of 18% compared to the previous quarter."

"Among them, there were 31 cases of Grade A assets (under 18 years old, no bad habits, and high organ activity), 152 cases of Grade B assets (18-40 years old, with mild drug or alcohol dependence), and 245 cases of Grade C assets (over 40 years old, or with a history of serious illness)."

Average recycling cost: $850 per case (including the cost of 'nutrients', transportation and processing fees)

"Average asset value: Grade A $250,000, Grade B $90,000, Grade C $12,000."

"Main partners: XXX Laboratory, XXX Medical Group, XXX Medical Research Center."

The section for key partners seems to have been removed by the butcher? Or by someone else?

Li Ang turned to the next page.

That was a detailed list.

"Number: NY-2508-117"

Name: Angela White

Age: 9

Gender: Female

"Basic information: congenital heart defect, parents are drug addicts and have disappeared."

"Asset valuation: corneas, kidneys... Total value: $310,000."

Note: The client is very satisfied with the cornea and has placed an additional order.

Li Ang's gaze lingered on the name "Angela White".

He thought of Anna, the little girl who also had a heart defect.

He continued scrolling down.

Each page represents a name, a life.

They were reduced to lines of cold data, individual parts that could be valued.

This was more disgusting than any other soul-refining demon he had ever seen in the cultivation world.

Those evildoers, at least, admit that they are doing evil.

These people, cloaked in charity and spouting words of salvation, are actually engaged in exploitative and ruthless activities.

They treated people like livestock that could be domesticated and harvested.

Li Ang threw the documents back into the box.

He stood up, walked to the window, and looked at the towering skyscrapers in the distance.

The buildings gleamed in the sunlight, like a hypocritical mask on the city's facade.

He originally thought that the evil in this world was street gunfights, gang warfare, and the law of the jungle where the strong prey on the weak.

Now he understands a little bit.

"Oh shit......"

Li Ang cursed under his breath.

He suddenly felt that the straightforward killing and treasure-grabbing practices of the cultivation world seemed rather simple and endearing.