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

Li Ang stood across the street from the Sacred Heart Asylum.

He activated [Transformation].

He was like ink diluted with water, blending into the street scene.

Pedestrians walk past him, their gazes naturally drifting away, not lingering on him for more than half a second.

An old Ford Victoria was parked in front of the shelter.

Detective Gordon got out of the car.

He closed the car door with a forceful slam, making a dull thud.

He wasn't wearing a police uniform, just a faded brown trench coat with the collar turned up.

He walked straight toward the huge, ornate iron gate of the shelter.

Two men in security guard uniforms stopped him.

Their expressions were polite, but their posture was firm, with their hands behind their backs.

Gordon showed his identification.

One of the security guards glanced at it and shook his head.

Gordon began to speak, quickly and with an undeniable air of authority.

He pointed to the gate, then to himself.

The security guards continued to shake their heads, and one of them picked up a walkie-talkie.

Gordon frowned.

He seemed to want to force his way in, but ultimately restrained himself.

He just stood there, like a wild beast trapped in an invisible cage.

A few minutes later, Father Brown came out from inside.

He still wore that gentle, flawless smile.

He walked up to Gordon and said something.

Gordon shook his head, his attitude resolute.

Father Brown spread his hands, his expression showing helplessness and regret.

He made a "please go back" gesture.

Gordon did not move.

The two stared at each other for more than ten seconds.

Finally, Gordon turned around and walked back to his car.

He didn't get into the car immediately, but leaned against the door and lit a cigarette.

He took a deep drag, and the smoke he exhaled was quickly dispersed by the wind.

[Kill threshold: Low (beset by internal and external troubles, wavering resolve)]

Li Ang stared expressionlessly at the intensely flashing red text above Gordon's head.

A good policeman.

A good policeman who is bound by rules and finds it difficult to move an inch.

He was like a sharp knife, but he was kept in his sheath.

Gordon threw the cigarette butt on the ground and stubbed it out with his toe.

He opened the car door and got in.

The car did not drive away immediately.

He sat in the car for a long time.

He watched Gordon's Ford Victoria merge into the traffic and eventually disappear around the corner.

The gaze directed toward the alley entrance was sharp and scrutinizing.

But it can't see anything.

With the skill "[Ever-Changing]", Li Ang's existence was erased from the cognitive level.

He wasn't invisible; rather, he was automatically categorized by the brain as meaningless background.

Like a mottled wall, an overflowing trash can, a dried-up oil stain.

No one will make a point of remembering these things.

Li Ang withdrew his gaze, turned around, and walked deeper into the alley.

The alley was darker, and the smell of urine in the air was stronger.

He pulled an old Nokia phone out of his pocket.

It's not the one he usually plays.

He changed to a new SIM card and turned on the phone.

The phone screen lit up, its soft blue light illuminating his expressionless face.

He dialed Derek's number.

The phone was answered after only one ring.

"Boss."

Derek's voice carried a hint of suppressed excitement, as well as an undisguised nervousness.

"The situation in Block 15."

Li Ang's voice was flat, devoid of any emotion.

"It's all under control, boss," Derek replied immediately. "Our men have taken over the territories and girls left behind by those Vulture Gang scum."

"only......"

Derek hesitated for a moment.

"explain."

"The Ecstasy pills over there are being used up too quickly," Derek said. "The ones I brought were all gone last night. Now a lot of people are urging us to get them, especially the new recruits and those who came from the 15th block... They tried them once and can't live without them."

"You think this is a problem?" Li Ang asked in return.

Derek on the other end of the phone paused for a moment.

He immediately understood what Li Ang meant.

This is not a problem.

This is control.

This is power.

"I understand, boss." Derek's voice turned somber. "I'll handle it."

"I need a strong team," Li Ang added.

"Yes, boss."

"It's not just about being good at fighting," Li Ang added, "but also about knowing the rules and being obedient."

"I see."

"Get rid of the disobedient ones and those useless people who only think about pills."

Li Ang's voice was like the surface of a lake in winter, without a ripple.

"Yes."

Derek answered without the slightest hesitation.

He knew that his boss was both giving him a warning and empowering him.

Li Ang hung up the phone.

He did not dial a second number immediately.

He looked at the system notification he had just received.

The Demonic Sect is beginning to take shape, its sphere of influence is expanding, and its control is increasing.

well.

The chives he "raised" are growing vigorously.

The higher their value, the more "nutrients" they can provide when harvested.

This is the essence of "immortal magic has no basis".

In this bustling world, we nurture all living beings.

He dialed a second number.

Jack.

The call connected, but it was quiet on the other end.

"The situation," Li Ang asked, using only two words.

"A bunch of trash." Jack paused for a moment, then said angrily, "They don't even know how to load a rifle."

"I divided them into three groups for basic physical fitness and drill training."

"There are a few troublemakers who want to challenge my rules."

Jack paused for a moment.

"I've made it clear to them."

Li Ang could imagine what Jack meant by "understanding".

"I need them to be able to pick up a gun and go to the battlefield within a week."

"Regardless of the cost?" Jack asked.

"Regardless of the cost."

"receive."

Jack's answer was concise and to the point.

Li Ang hung up the phone.

He broke the phone in half and threw it into the nearby sewer.

Then he threw his phone in too.

After doing all this, he walked out of the alley and took another look in the direction of the Sacred Heart Asylum.

The white building appeared even more dazzling in the sunlight.

Like a white tumor growing on the rotting flesh of the city.

A cop like Gordon, on his own, would never be able to get through that door in his entire life.

Because he was trying to use the rules to fight against a group of "demons" who had already broken free of the rules.

He was like a bull trying to smash its head through a steel plate.

The only outcome will be a bloody mess.

Li Ang's task was to ensure his survival.

Not only do we have to survive, we also have to make him smash a hole in that steel plate.

This system is really pleasing to his taste more and more.

It never touts itself as either righteous or evil.

It only follows the most basic "demonic" logic.

That is, plunder.

They plunder lives, they plunder wealth, they plunder the rules.

Now, they also want to plunder order.

Gordon was the stick he stuck into this stagnant pool, responsible for stirring up trouble.

A useful stick that also exudes an aura of justice.

Li Ang turned around and walked towards the Ninth Street.