America: Starting from collecting corpses, leveling up to godhood

Chen Ming rushed out from behind the pillar where he was hiding and fired a shot.

"Bang!"

The bullet pierced the scarred man's right hand bone with pinpoint accuracy, blood mist exploded, and Glock fell to the ground.

Before Scarface could react, Chen Ming rushed in front of him and, using the momentum, delivered a vicious hook punch to his chin.

Scarface rolled his eyes and was coaxed to sleep.

"Damn it, kill him!"

The remaining two thugs finally reacted and flanked Chen Ming from the left and right. The one on the left swung a baseball bat at Chen Ming's head, while the one on the right brandished a folding knife and stabbed him in the kidneys.

Faced with these two thugs wielding melee weapons, Chen Ming simply holstered his gun—cleaning up the bodies he had shot was too much trouble.

Just as the baseball bat was about to fall, Chen Ming dodged to the side with a strange movement, avoiding the attack while simultaneously grabbing the thug's wrist and pulling him off balance, causing him to crash into his companion.

This was followed by a standard high sweep.

"Snapped!"

The sole of the shoe slammed into the face of the thug wielding the knife, sending several bloody teeth flying. The man even spun halfway through the air before landing unconscious.

Before the remaining guy with the baseball bat could even get his footing, Chen Ming slapped him on the neck with another blow.

thump.

The entire process took less than fifteen seconds.

Apart from Scarface, who was still twitching on the ground, the three gang members lay neatly in place, as if they were rehearsing some kind of performance art.

"...Chinese Kung Fu?"

Sean walked out from the other side, looked at the horrific scene on the ground, and for the first time, a hint of surprise appeared in his eyes.

"It seems you have some other talents besides collecting corpses."

"There's no other way. If I don't know a few tricks up my sleeve, how am I supposed to shut up those troublesome patients in the future..."

Chen Ming casually made up a story, then slid the prepared syringe out of his sleeve and walked toward Scarface, who was still on the ground clutching his rotting hand and groaning.

"Damn it... my hand... you bunch of lunatics!"

Scarface was in so much pain that he was sweating profusely as he watched Chen Ming crawl backward uncontrollably.

From his perspective, what had just happened was far too horrifying.

They had barely finished the deal with Evans and hadn't even had a chance to enjoy the money when one of their underlings was suddenly knocked down. Then this guy wearing a Batman mask suddenly appeared and easily took down all three of them.

The mask looks like Batman, the physique looks like Batman, even the fighting ability looks like Batman...

So, is this godforsaken place Los Angeles or Gotham?

"Don't come any closer! I know who you are! You're that... damn it, are you trying to play the vigilante? That's illegal! I'm going to sue you! I'm getting a lawyer!"

"So, at this point, they finally remembered the law?"

Chen Ming squatted down and gently patted the scarred man's cheek with a syringe filled with a clear liquid.

"What is this?"

Scarface stared wide-eyed in terror, shaking his head frantically.

"This is something Professor Evans brought out from the lab—a potent viral stock solution targeting the nervous system, currently under development..."

Seeing the scarred man's terrified expression, Chen Ming decided to tell a little lie.

"Virus?!" Scarface's pupils contracted in shock.

"That's right, it's extremely contagious, and there's no cure for it."

Chen Ming shook the syringe with an air of seriousness.

"Within five minutes of the injection, you will feel muscle paralysis. Ten minutes later, your lungs will harden like stone... Finally, you will watch yourself suffocate and die, your whole body festering into a pool of pus."

"No, please, I can give you money. Here's 50,000 yuan; you can take it all!"

Scarface completely broke down, his face covered in snot and tears.

"I don't want money, I just want my customers to be satisfied."

"Now take out your phone and delete all the recordings—don't try to make a backup, I'll check."

"I'll delete it, I'll delete it right now!"

Scarface frantically pulled out his phone and tapped the screen as fast as if he were in a typing contest.

"It's all gone, all gone, please let me go..."

Chen Ming took the phone and quickly checked it.

If it weren't for this intimidation, this guy would definitely have kept the backup to continue blackmailing.

"Well done."

Chen Ming nodded in satisfaction and tossed his phone to Sean behind him.

"Can...can I go now?" Scarface asked hopefully.

"certainly."

Without hesitation, Chen Ming plunged the needle into the hole.

"You're lying..."

Before Scarface could finish speaking, the sedatives and muscle relaxants took over his body, leaving him completely limp on the ground.

"Well done." Sean put away his phone, took out a can of spray from his pocket, and tossed it to Chen Ming.

"Now, let's make this place look like no one has ever been here before."

The two moved extremely quickly and coordinated perfectly.

As medical professionals with relevant expertise, Chen Ming and Xiao En both knew how to use enzymatic hydrolysants to remove blood residue.

Afterwards, it was undetectable not only by the naked eye but also by luminol reagent.

After cleaning up the traces, the next step is to move the "goods".

To save time, Chen Ming drove the food cart deep into the garage, and the four of them were piled up on the kitchen floor like dead pigs.

"These guys must weigh 800 pounds combined, your suspension system better be able to handle it."

"Don't worry, this truck has transported much heavier things before."

Chen Ming pulled down the roller shutter door of the food cart and locked it.

"Alright, senior brother, you drive ahead and scout the way. I'll follow you. Once we're out of this abandoned area, we'll split up..."

"no problem."

Everything seems to be going well.

However, just as Chen Ming drove his car out of the parking lot...

"Waaah—"

A sharp, piercing siren suddenly rang out, followed by flashing red and blue lights.

"Damn it..."

Chen Ming couldn't help but curse as well.

Looking in his rearview mirror, he saw two Ford Explorer police cars marked "LAPD" blocking the garage exit, one in front of the other.

"Stop the car in front immediately and put both hands on the steering wheel!"

The loudspeaker blared the stern voice of the police and the crisp sound of a gun being cocked.

"Damn it, why are the police here!"

Sean's furious voice came through the phone.

Scarface and the others couldn't possibly have called the police, nor would Chen Ming and Sean have reported themselves... This is too illogical.

Is someone plotting against them?

"What do we do now?" Chen Ming's palms were slightly sweaty.

"Surrendering would mean certain death... The good news is they haven't found me yet."

Sean's voice turned cold.

"Listen, Chen, my car has been fitted with a heavy-duty crash beam. I'll count to five, and I'll rush up and smash through the police car on your left to clear a path for you."

"We only have one chance. Step on the gas and speed off, then split up and escape, shaking them off!"

"Five, four, three..."

Chen Ming gripped the steering wheel tightly, his right foot hovering above the accelerator, his eyes fixed on the exit ahead.

"Two, one!"

A black Chevrolet burst out from the corner and rammed into the police car like a bison.