America: Starting from collecting corpses, leveling up to godhood

The two stood on opposite sides of the table, their right hands clasped tightly together.

"Ready, little girl?" The mohawk-haired man grinned, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth.

"Anytime is fine."

A black security guard next to him counted down to three, then waved his hand sharply.

"start!"

"Hoah!" The mohawk-haired man roared, veins bulging on his forehead, attempting to kill Chen Ming instantly with his strength.

However, three seconds passed.

Chen Ming's arm seemed to be welded to mid-air, and no matter how hard he tried, it wouldn't budge.

The commotion around them gradually subsided, and everyone stared wide-eyed.

Mohawk's face gradually turned a liverish color, his feet were firmly planted on the ground, and his eyes were almost popping out—but no matter how much pressure he applied, Chen Ming's wrist remained unmoved.

"You look like you're working hard and you're very tired." Chen Ming even had the leisure to cover his mouth with his other hand and yawn.

"How about you have a glass of water and rest for a bit?"

"Fxck y——" the mohawk-haired man gritted his teeth.

Before he finished speaking, Chen Ming suddenly twisted his wrist inward.

"Click".

"ah!!!"

The mohawk-haired man let out a pig-like scream, his body uncontrollably collapsing to his knees in the direction of Chen Ming's force, his knees slamming heavily onto the floor tiles.

Chen Ming held his hand from above, maintaining his authoritative posture.

"Now...apologize." Chen Ming looked at the burly man kneeling on the ground, his tone calm.

"Otherwise, you should prepare to work at a club for the disabled."

"I'm...I'm sorry, I was blind, it was my fault!"

Mohican was trembling all over from the headache and begged for mercy frantically.

Chen Ming released his grip, picked up a tissue from the side and wiped his palms, then looked at Michelle beside him.

"let's go."

"Slap, slap, slap."

Just then, a round of applause suddenly came from the periphery of the crowd, and then the crowd respectfully made way for them.

A bald, middle-aged white man in a pure black suit walked over. He had an old scar running across his left eyebrow and exuded the air of an American soldier.

"That was a beautiful move... It's rare to have such strength for someone your size."

The man walked up to Chen Ming and Michelle, his sharp gaze sweeping over the two of them.

"It's a pleasure to see you again, Ms. White... It seems you're not only an excellent journalist, but also have an extremely professional bodyguard."

"Mr. Carter, your employees aren't exactly known for their good temper," Michelle replied with a smile.

"He's a soldier who just came back from Eastern Europe. His comrades in the same vehicle were all killed by drones, so he's got some kind of PTSD... It's my fault." Carter waved his hand, signaling the people around him to disperse.

"Let's talk in my study. It's too noisy here, and I hate the smell of marijuana."

The three walked through the corridor and entered a well-soundproofed study on the second floor.

Carter walked up to the liquor cabinet.

"Bourbon or Scotland?"

"Bourbon with ice." Michelle sat down on the single sofa.

"Mr. Carter, you said on the phone that you had some juicy gossip about Victor."

Carter poured two glasses of wine and handed them over, then leaned against the edge of his desk and took out a paper bag.

"Victor has recently bypassed me and secretly started smuggling using a line we used to run together... and on a large scale." Carter took a big gulp of his drink.

"If the DEA or Coast Guard finds out about them and then finds out about me... my multi-million dollar Pentagon contract for next year will be completely ruined."

He looked directly at Michelle.

"I want you to publish these photos of the transactions in the Los Angeles Times to distract the federal agents, teach Victor a lesson, and make him behave himself."

Michelle pulled out a few photos from the bag, glanced at them, and nodded excitedly.

"No problem... This is definitely big news, but in exchange, we have a small request."

She turned her head to look at Chen Ming, who stepped forward and met Carter's gaze.

"A few days ago, someone gave you a wax figure in the French court style. It should be in your private collection room now. We're going to take it away."

Carter raised one of his missing eyebrows.

"What do you need that disgusting mannequin that smells so bad?"

"That statue holds some of Victor's secrets; it was sent out by mistake."

Chen Ming continued to spout nonsense without batting an eye.

"Someone offered me a high price to bring it out."

"Interesting." Carter put down his glass.

"Then why don't I have someone smash it up now and see what's inside?"

"If you destroy it directly, Victor will know you've discovered his tricks, and you'll be fighting in the streets tomorrow. Once the Los Angeles Police Department gets involved, it will definitely affect your company." Chen Ming tapped his fingers on the table.

"But if I were to steal it, Victor would just think it was a regular burglary... Not only would you get rid of the trouble, you might even be able to scam a hefty art claim from the insurance company—if you bought it."

The study was quiet for a few seconds.

Carter smiled.

He took out his phone, fiddled with it for a while, and then pulled up a picture.

"This is the external structural diagram of my headquarters. I won't just give it to you directly; Black Shield can't afford to lose face like that." Card pointed to the diagram.

"At 2 a.m. tomorrow night, our security system will have a ten-minute server restart and shift change blind spot. If you can move that several hundred pounds of broken resin within ten minutes, I will pretend I didn't see it, and even the insurance company won't be able to find any problems afterward."

"What if it goes over time?" Michelle asked.

"Then my rapid response team will riddle you with 5.56mm live ammunition, and besides, I don't even know you. Nobody hires a thief to steal their own stuff..."

Carter poured himself another glass of wine.

"This is a fair trade, right?"

"Very fair." Chen Ming put away the blueprints.

……

Half an hour later, the two sat back in the dining car.

"Good heavens...you lied without even blinking."

Michelle took off her high heels very naturally and rubbed her sore ankles in the passenger seat, treating Chen Ming as if he were a family member.

"Carter probably thought there were ledgers or bugging devices inside... If he knew there was a corpse inside, his expression would probably be quite something."

"Only greed and profit can sway these old foxes; they're used to novelty." Chen Ming studied the blueprints on his phone.

"You really intend to steal from Black Shield headquarters? Even if there's a ten-minute blind spot, it's still a fortress guarded by dozens of professional soldiers."

Michelle still thought things were crazy.

"If we don't take some risks, how will we have a chance to meet Victor again and kill him? Besides, this wax figure is a great prop... What do you think about stuffing a few dozen kilograms of explosives inside?" Chen Ming made an explosion gesture.

"When that crazy old man detonates the statue while he's inspecting it, he'll go to meet Jesus along with his art."