America: Starting from collecting corpses, leveling up to godhood

The middle-aged woman slumped on the ground, staring at the oppressive Chen Ming, her throat only able to gurgle.

She'd throw a tantrum if it were a policeman, but if it were a gangster, she'd bring up the church...

But the Asian man in front of me had such cold eyes, looking at me like a chef looking at meat on a cutting board.

In the end, Marcus made the first move.

The young Black man in the hoodie swallowed hard, struggled to his feet with his trembling knees, and silently signed his name on the agreement with a pen...

"It's signed, sir."

"I'm so sorry... I didn't know they would do this."

Chen Ming glanced at the signature, confirmed it was correct, put it into his briefcase, and took out three bills.

"It doesn't matter, I've already gotten moving."

He was about to turn around and move the body when Marcus suddenly stopped him.

"Wait a minute, sir."

Marcus glanced at his still trembling mother, gritted his teeth, and pointed to a huge black food truck outside the door.

"Could we... talk in private for a moment?"

His eyes held a hint of urgency and pleading.

"I'd like to go outside. Can we renegotiate the three hundred yuan?"

Chen Ming ignored Marcus.

He bent down, grabbed the corpse's belt like a shopping bag, and with his other hand he gripped the back of the collar, lifting the emaciated drug addict up.

He weighed about 120 pounds, which felt as light as a chicken to him now.

Chen Ming, expressionless, shoved Marcus aside and walked out of the living room.

"Sir, sir!"

The streetlights along the street flickered dimly.

Chen Ming walked to the back of the carriage and pressed a hidden switch.

"Click".

Located below the freezer, the partition that was originally used to store spare gas cylinders popped open, revealing a long, narrow hidden compartment that could just accommodate one person—this was a "cargo hold" that he had specially modified.

The smell of a corpse is hard to detect; even if it's exposed, it will be masked by the smell of sewage...

Chen Ming skillfully stuffed the corpse inside, casually placing an old towel underneath, and then slammed the partition shut.

Everything flowed smoothly and effortlessly.

After doing all this, Chen Ming turned around and looked at Marcus, who was panting as he followed.

"If you're here for that three hundred yuan, forget it."

Chen Ming threw the gloves into the trash can, his voice indifferent.

"That's the price you paid for hitting my hand with your face, and it's also hush money for not calling the police and arresting your whole family. That's fair."

"But……"

Marcus looked at Chen Mingshuang's cold eyes with some fear, but finally spoke up.

"My mom needs money to pay the rent... If we can't pay, the landlord will throw our things out on the street tomorrow."

"My brother stole all the money in the house to buy medicine, and we really need this money."

"Then you can go ask the idiot with the baseball bat for it, or the moron next to me who wants to stab me with a knife."

Chen Ming leaned against the car door, completely unmoved.

"Everyone has to pay for their own stupidity, kid. This is the first chapter of a social studies lesson. I only charged you three hundred dollars for tuition, which is already an act of charity."

"It's not just charity, it's like the Virgin Mary descending to earth."

Sofia, who was smoking and watching the show nearby, also came over and exhaled a smoke ring.

"Kid, do you know what extortion combined with a frame-up murder means in California?"

She held up three fingers and waved them in front of Marcus.

"A serious crime, punishable by a minimum of three years in prison."

"You're not even an adult yet, are you? If the police are called, your screaming mom will be evicted from this house and thrown in jail, while you'll go straight to a private juvenile detention center, and then your backside will be in trouble..."

Marcus's face turned pale instantly, and his lips trembled.

"I...I didn't mean to extort money..."

"But you were there just now, and you signed the papers and led the way." Sofia flicked her cigarette butt away.

"You'd better take the remaining three hundred dollars and go home and thank God that it was this kind Mr. Chen who came today, instead of even the slightly more normal person."

"You mean I'm not normal?" Chen Ming suddenly turned to look at Sophia.

"Are you planning to walk back?"

"Hey, I was just complimenting you. These days, normal Americans aren't as kind as you are," Sofia immediately raised her hand to show weakness.

"Oh."

Chen Ming snorted and ignored the woman who was spouting nonsense. He opened the car door and prepared to leave.

"Wait a moment!"

Just as the car was about to start, Marcus suddenly called out to Chen Ming again.

"I know where there's another one!"

"What?"

Chen Ming paused, turned around and looked at the boy.

"I know there's another body somewhere, in the sewers. If I get it for you, could you give me five hundred... no, three hundred will do!"

Chen Ming narrowed his eyes and looked at the boy who had just been trembling with fear again.

interesting.

Listen up, kid.

Chen Ming opened the car door and looked down at him.

"If you're referring to something buried in a cemetery, or something that's rotten and stinking, don't come to me."

"My rules are simple: if it's a legal donation, it must come from your immediate family so you can dispose of it; if it's from a homeless person, you must guarantee that no one else will cause trouble."

No, it won't.

Marcus shook his head frantically, speaking rapidly.

"He was an unwanted freak. Everyone called him 'Rat' because he lived in the sewers and never saw the light of day. He had no family or identity, and even the homeless people in the neighborhood avoided him..."

Marcus gestured with his hand to his waist.

"He was probably only this tall, like a dwarf, and he looked really scary. He had a big head, no hair, and skin as white as paper."

"The strangest thing is his hands..."

Marcus spread his five fingers.

"His fingers are exceptionally long...like the legs of some kind of giant spider. The last time I saw him crush a mouse, he just pinched it between two fingers and it snapped off."

Chen Ming, who hadn't been particularly interested at first, suddenly perked up after hearing this.

This description...dwarfism with acromegaly, or some rare variant of Marfan syndrome?

For medical schools and some laboratories, ordinary cadavers are called "consumables," while deformed cadavers with obvious pathological features are "rare samples" that are hard to come by.

The price could increase several times over.

"Are you sure he's dead?" Chen Ming asked Marcus.

"Or are you trying to take me to kill someone?"

"No, no, no, I swear he's dead!"

Marcus waved his hands repeatedly.

"If I take you there, could you give me...?"

"Six hundred."

Chen Ming interrupted his bargaining.

"Lead the way. If it's true, this is your fee. If it's false, or you're setting me up again..."

Chen Ming's smile looked particularly eerie under the streetlights.

"I'll put you in there to keep your brother company."