America: Starting from collecting corpses, leveling up to godhood

A crumpled one-dollar bill was slapped on the table.

"Keep the change, please."

Sofia chewed on the tripe in her mouth angrily, as if she wanted to chew Chen Ming to pieces.

Just then, Chen Ming's phone vibrated in his pocket.

The caller ID shows "Da Ta Ke".

"Feed?"

"Hey bro, where are you? Listen, I know a 'good find' you can grab, but it's urgent!"

The voice of Da Ta Ke, panting heavily, came from the other end of the phone.

"It's over in Long Beach. The body just passed away, and it's still warm. The family needs to handle it urgently. Can you get there?"

How urgent?

"Half an hour would be best."

Chen Ming hung up the phone, glanced at the fried rice that Sophia hadn't finished eating, and then at the huge food truck.

"Hold on tight."

"What?" Sophia hadn't reacted yet.

"I've got a business opportunity."

Chen Ming dumped the remaining fried rice into the trash can, jumped into the driver's seat, and started the engine.

"You're going to drive this to collect corpses?!"

Sofia gripped the handrail, looking around at the pots and pans that were not yet secured, her face filled with terror.

"You'll make the deceased's family think we're going to turn their loved ones into food!"

"Shut up, that's called efficiency."

……

Two to five minutes later, in front of a dilapidated bungalow in a slum in Long Beach.

A young Black man wearing a loose hoodie and looking flustered was pacing anxiously at the door. He was clearly taken aback when the huge food truck rumbled to a stop at the door.

Especially when the car window was rolled down, a mouthwatering spicy aroma wafted out.

"You are... someone the Great Tower sent?"

Marcus eyed Chen Ming warily, then glanced at the "Son of Soul" logo on the car.

"What's this vehicle for? Is it for food delivery?"

"Ahem...this is to cover up the truth."

Chen Ming calmly pushed open the door and got out of the car, still carrying a faint scent of everyday life.

"The crackdown has been strict lately; no one would have guessed if they used this method."

"cool……"

Marcus clearly believed it, and even admired it a little.

"You're really a professional. It seems I made the right choice in hiring you."

"Where is he?"

"On the living room sofa. He left less than half an hour ago."

Marcus scratched his hair in frustration and led Chen Ming into the house.

A gaunt man lay on the sofa, his face bluish-purple.

Chen Ming walked over, first placing the back of his hand on the deceased's carotid artery to test its temperature, and then skillfully flipping open the eyelids.

"The cornea is clear and without cloudiness, the pupil is dilated and fixed, and there are no petechiae in the conjunctiva..."

He pinched the deceased's chin and shook it from side to side, then casually pressed down on the corpse's back—rigor mortis hadn't yet progressed to the neck, and the time of death was no more than two hours.

The mouth and nose had the signature pink foam, and pinholes and indurations were visible on the inside of the elbows...

Acute pulmonary edema typically caused by opioid overdose.

Although the veins were severely collapsed, the muscle mass was adequate.

No bedsores, no open wounds, and even very little excess fat—the very "standard" specimens that are rare in university anatomy classes.

"Good quality."

Chen Ming took out a body donation agreement and a pen from his bag and handed them to Marcus.

"We will cover all transportation and cremation costs. In addition, to thank you for your contributions to the medical field, we will also provide a condolence payment of six hundred dollars."

"Only six hundred?" Marcus frowned.

"The Great Tower can be described as..."

"Cash, right away."

Chen Ming pulled a wad of banknotes directly from his pocket.

Marcus's eyes lit up.

He grabbed the pen, turned to the last page, and was about to sign it.

"Sign here?"

"Yes, sign here. You're a direct relative, right? You have the right to decide."

But just as the pen tip traced the first letter...

"Bang!"

The door was suddenly pushed open.

A large, overweight Black woman wearing extravagant gold earrings rushed in carrying shopping bags.

"Marcus, what are you doing?!"

Her voice was so loud, like a subwoofer, that it made the dust on the ceiling fall.

Marcus's hand trembled, and the pen fell directly to the ground.

"Mom? You...you're back?"

"I forgot my Bible!"

The woman's eyes swept over the corpse on the sofa, then looked at the banknotes in Chen Ming's hand and the agreement on the ground.

"Marcus, who is this Asian kid? What are they doing to your brother?!"

"Uh, who is this...?" Marcus stammered, glancing at Chen Ming, then at the car outside that smelled of perfume, and suddenly had an idea.

"This is the delivery guy; the brother ordered takeout!"

"takeout?"

The middle-aged woman walked over suspiciously, her nose twitching twice.

"What takeout smells so good?"

The next second, she suddenly clutched her chest and stared wide-eyed at her eldest son on the sofa.

"My darling, what's wrong? Wake up!!"

She suddenly lunged at the corpse and shook it for a moment, then, as if remembering something, turned around and pointed at Chen Ming.

"Did my son die from eating your takeout?! There must be poison in your food! I'm suing you! You're a damned corpse trafficker..."

Chen Ming opened his mouth, but for a moment he didn't know what to say.

Is this even considered a staged accident?

Sofia nudged Chen Ming with her elbow.

"See? I told you this name was unlucky."

Chen Ming sighed helplessly.

As the woman screamed, the room door was violently kicked open again.

"Bang!"

Three burly men squeezed in, one carrying a baseball bat and the other a butterfly knife, while the other had his hands in his hoodie pocket as if he had a gun.

"Who killed my nephew?!" The burly man in the lead brandished his baseball bat.

"Nobody's leaving here today without paying $50,000. This is murder!"

The woman immediately stopped her fake crying and stood with her hands on her hips, blocking the doorway.

"Did you hear me? Pay up, or we'll call the police and have you arrested!"

A classic honey trap.

"..."

Chen Ming didn't even look at the baseball bat; he just glanced down at the time.

This damn order has wasted half an hour of his precious life. If it weren't for this, he would have already found a place to sell dozens of servings of fried rice...

"Can't you speak properly?"

Feeling insulted, the burly man cursed and raised his baseball bat to smash it down on Chen Ming.

"Snapped!"

The baseball bat flew out of his hand and smashed the floor lamp next to him.

Chen Ming slapped him, and he was hit by a truck. He spun half a circle in the air before crashing into the wall and slowly sliding down, his face swollen like a loaf of bread.

The remaining two thugs hesitated for a moment, just about to make a move.

"Snapped!"

"Snapped!"

Two more crisp sounds rang out.

The guy playing with the knife plunged headfirst into the sink, spun around twice with his hands in his pockets, and then sat on the floor, rolling his eyes...

In just ten seconds, the world was quiet again.

Chen Ming took out a tissue and wiped his hands, as if he had just swatted a few flies.

I bent down to pick up the pen and gently placed it on the coffee table.

"They just attacked my hand with their face, so I have to deduct three hundred dollars from your account as medical expenses..."

"Can I sign now?"