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

Li Ang released his grip.

Butch's body, like a sack of skin with all its bones removed, collapsed limply to the ground.

The thugs around them had already died tragically.

His head was no longer recognizable; it had become a blurry, unrecognizable mass.

Li Ang shook his hand, his face still expressionless.

He walked to the fire, tore off a relatively clean piece of canvas from the ground, and slowly wiped his hands.

Under the [Kill Line]'s vision, the light above the heads of every corpse on the ground has been completely extinguished, turning into the gray color that represents "death".

Meanwhile, on his own panel, magic points were rapidly increasing.

Slay 18 "Inferior Demons" to gain 360 Magic Points.

"I didn't gain any cultivation points?" Li Ang looked at the system panel, somewhat puzzled.

Li Ang looked around at the blood-soaked scene.

He walked to the fire and threw the canvas he had used to wipe his hands into it.

The flames licked the canvas and soon engulfed it.

He turned and walked toward the gate of the cannery.

Jack was already waiting outside in his Dodge.

He had put away his sniper rifle and changed back into his black jacket, looking like an ordinary worker who had just finished his night shift.

Li Ang opened the car door and got in.

Jack didn't start the car immediately. He glanced behind him through the rearview mirror and then looked at Li Ang.

His Adam's apple bobbed, but he ultimately asked nothing.

Silently, I started the car and drove into the deepest darkness before dawn.

Jack could smell the faint, lingering scent of blood emanating from Li Ang.

But he had never seen anyone remain so calm after personally orchestrating a massacre of such scale.

This guy is absolutely insane...

He just walked around like he was in a supermarket.

......

Back to Ninth Street.

When they saw the Dodge approaching, Derek was the first to go and greet it.

"Boss!"

"Resolved?"

"Mm." Li Ang nodded.

"The Vulture Gang..."

"It no longer exists," Li Ang said calmly.

Derek and Scorpion looked at each other, though they had expected this outcome.

But when this result came out of Li Ang's mouth so casually, they still felt incredulous.

Two people took less than an hour to wipe out an armed gang of more than twenty people.

This efficiency makes them, along with their makeshift team, seem utterly useless...

"Send men over there and clean the place up," Li Ang ordered. "Bring back everything of value."

"Yes, boss!"

Scorpion dared not ask any more questions and immediately turned around to gather his men.

He knew that starting tonight, the new boss's reputation would spread far and wide throughout this underworld.

Li Ang and Jack entered the bar, where Victor was sitting at the bar, holding a cup of coffee that had gone cold.

He wasn't too surprised to see Li Ang and Jack return.

"You...you all..."

"It's over." Li Ang walked up to him. "The Vulture Gang is history."

Victor opened his mouth, but in the end, it only turned into a long sigh.

He knew that once he was tied up with this Asian man, his life would likely become increasingly difficult...

"Jack." Li Ang looked at the veteran who had been silent all along.

"From today onwards, you will be in charge of training them." Li Ang pointed to the group of thugs in the bar who were excited but were actually just a bunch of hooligans.

"Teach them everything you learned in the army: marksmanship, hand-to-hand combat, tactics..."

"Understood." Jack nodded without hesitation.

"If they don't listen, you deal with them yourself..."

This is exactly what he excels at.

"As for your matter..." Leon looked at Victor, "What are your thoughts on Charlie's phone call?"

"I...I don't know." He shook his head. "The people behind that are at too high a level; we simply can't get in touch with them."

"Then find a way to make contact," Li Ang said. "From now on, use all your connections to investigate."

"We're too passive," Li Ang paused, "We're being led by the nose in everything."

"Find out who that boss is."

"Investigate what exactly this so-called 'Eagle Snake Organization' is."

Leon looked at Victor.

"I don't care what method you use or how much money you spend."

I want answers.

......

The next day, early in the morning.

A news story spread like wildfire across Seattle’s major local news websites and social media platforms.

"Breaking news! A horrific fire has broken out at an abandoned cannery in 15th Street, with dozens of charred bodies found at the scene, suspected to be a gang fight!"

The news report included aerial photos of the cannery burned to the ground, as well as several close-up shots of charred and twisted corpses, heavily pixelated.

In the report, a police spokesperson stated that preliminary assessments indicate this was an arson and murder case stemming from gang infighting, and that a special task force will be established to track down the perpetrator and provide the public with an explanation.

But everyone knows that this is just official rhetoric.

In these lawless and chaotic neighborhoods, gang fights resulting in the deaths of dozens of people are like a rain shower; aside from providing sensational material for the news media, they don't cause any ripples in the lives of ordinary people.

The police's so-called "all-out investigation" is most likely just a formality, and will eventually be dropped with the "leads going cold".

However, things took an unexpected turn.

Just half a day later, the city police headquarters held an emergency press conference, announcing that the case would be fully handled by James Gordon, a senior detective from the Major Crimes Unit.

When Officer Gordon's stern, weary face, etched with justice, appeared on the television screen, Victor, who was watching the news in a bar, nearly dropped his coffee cup.

"Fuck!" he muttered under his breath, "How could it be him?"

"Do you know him?"

Li Ang's voice came from behind him.

Victor turned around and saw Li Ang standing there, his gaze also fixed on the wall-mounted television.

"It's more than just knowing him." Victor's face was grim. "This guy is a stubborn, unyielding rock in the Seattle Police Department."

"Gordon, known as Good Cop Gordon, though most people call him 'Sheriff' behind his back," Victor spat and continued, "He thinks he's something special by having the same name as Batman Gordon."

Victor explained, "This guy is impervious to reason, doesn't take money, doesn't take sides, and his mind is filled with nothing but his damn sense of justice and procedure. He'll even disregard his own chief's feelings in order to investigate a case."

"He raided several of my establishments before, and let me tell you, quite a few people want him dead!"

Li Ang stared thoughtfully at Gordon's familiar face on the television.

He remembered Gordon's friendliness when he handed him the phone at the police station.

I also recalled the scene in the police car when I praised him as a "good person," and the intense flashing of the "kill line" above his head, dropping from "medium" to "low."

[Slay: Low (Beset by internal and external troubles, fraught with crises)]

At this moment, on the television screen, the blood-red subtitles above Gordon's head were even more conspicuous and dangerous than the last time I saw them.

"Why would a good policeman take on such a mess?" Li Ang asked.

Gang fights are not uncommon in Seattle, and they are usually handled by the local precinct itself, rarely involving the headquarters' major crimes unit, let alone getting a top detective like Gordon to handle it personally.

"That's exactly the problem." Victor frowned. "This isn't normal, it's very abnormal."

"Or perhaps there's something behind this case that we don't know about, which has attracted the attention of higher-ups."

"Or..." Victor paused.

Leon and Victor spoke at the same time.

"scapegoat?!"