America: Starting from collecting corpses, leveling up to godhood

Before he could finish speaking, a tattered towel was forcibly stuffed into his mouth.

"Waaah—"

It was only then that the young Asian man realized that the person in front of him was not a cleaner at all, but a peer wearing a black mask.

But by then it was too late to call for help or close the door...

Without the slightest hesitation, Chen Ming used his left hand to firmly gag the other person with a towel while simultaneously wrapping his right arm around the other person's neck.

Naked chokehold.

Although the movements were not standard and the force was applied somewhat incorrectly, none of that mattered in the face of absolute power advantage.

The lack of oxygen caused the young Asian man's pupils to dilate rapidly, and he soon slumped down like a fish out of water.

Chen Ming released his arm expressionlessly—the timing was just right, not enough to kill him, nor to wake him up too quickly.

After pushing the door shut and hanging the security chain, Chen Ming grabbed the person by the collar like he was lifting a garbage bag, tore off the bed sheet, and tied him to the bed frame.

Having dealt with the living person, Chen Ming turned and walked towards another bed.

Although he was mentally prepared, he still couldn't help but curse after seeing the scene before him.

"My God... can't you show even a little respect for the deceased?"

The expensive albinism "sample" is now lying on a cheap plastic sheet, its left arm swollen and horribly blackish-purple from being roughly injected with an excessive amount of formaldehyde.

Normally, injecting formaldehyde can indeed fix the state of the "sample" and prevent spoilage...

But this guy hit too many times, and his arm looked like an eggplant about to burst open.

"idiot."

Chen Ming pulled out the IV needle and turned to walk towards the travel bag that the other person had thrown in the corner.

If the goods are damaged, the price will definitely have to be lowered; he'll have to find other ways to make up for it.

The zipper was unzipped, revealing a jumble of hoodies and a pile of snacks inside.

Chen Ming casually flipped through the items and surprisingly found two hundred dollars in cash and a student ID.

"Choi Ho-hyun, a Korean... a freshman in the Department of Anatomy at the University of Southern California?"

Looking at the student ID in his hand, Chen Ming raised an eyebrow.

I never expected him to be a junior from South Korea.

So, in today's situation, the other party was in the wrong—did they think the goods would just magically run into my car?

Just as he was about to stop, Chen Ming's fingers touched a hidden compartment at the bottom of the bag.

It's very heavy, and it doesn't feel right.

Chen Ming squinted and slowly pulled open the interlayer.

wow-

The velvet bag fell to the ground on the table.

Two gold teeth still stained with blood, a watch with a shattered glass dial, a broken watch in half, a finger wearing a gold ring... and a booklet.

Clearly, his junior colleague's hands weren't very clean; how could he have taken the deceased's belongings?

As his senior, I'll reluctantly help him deal with it.

Chen Ming swept everything back into the bag and packed it up.

Immediately afterwards, he turned around, opened the large black bag in the corner used for storing people, and stuffed the "sample" that had already been badly damaged into it.

After everything was packed up, Chen Ming was about to leave with his bag when there were two knocks on the door.

"Housekeeping, please let me in for a moment."

His voice had a heavy Latin accent, sounding as if he had a hot coal in his mouth.

What a coincidence!

Chen Ming was somewhat puzzled.

A proper cleaner wouldn't knock on the door at this hour, let alone with such a malicious tone.

He glanced at Choi Ho-hyun, who was bound like a dumpling and unconscious on the bed, and chose to remain silent.

There was a two-second silence outside, then the door was slammed hard.

"Stop playing dead, Cui! I know you're in there!"

"You're in big trouble, you damned corpse thief! That guy you stole from the alleyway embezzled over $20,000 worth of our boss's goods by falsifying accounts... and the hiding place was recorded in the ledger he always carried!"

"Open the door right now and hand over the ledgers, or I'll throw you into the harvester when I get inside!"

Wow, there's even a hidden storyline?

Chen Ming touched his nose.

Goods worth $20,000.

This windfall is worth the risk—especially given the gang's ruthlessness, opening the door wouldn't end well either.

The banging on the door grew increasingly violent; the fragile composite wood door clearly wouldn't last much longer.

Chen Ming walked to the window and peered out.

It has two floors and is about four meters high.

The problem lies in the landing point—below is a concrete surface without any cushioning. Jumping directly down will most likely injure your meniscus, and if you're unlucky, you might even get a head injury.

"Damn it..."

Chen Ming glanced back at the rickety door, his gaze settling on the bulging black bag.

He ultimately made a difficult decision that went against medical ethics.

Sorry, buddy.

Chen Ming patted the albino patient in the bag, who was already dead.

"Since you can't feel the pain anymore, just help me this once... If you don't say anything, I'll take it as you have no objection."

"Bang!"

The door lock, unable to withstand the pressure, was kicked open.

Almost simultaneously, Chen Ming threw the bag down first, and then jumped.

A dull thud echoed through the back alley.

Although several clear sounds of bones cracking and liquid bursting came from the bag, Chen Ming himself was unharmed except for a slight numbness in his arm.

The taste is a bit overpowering.

He quickly got up, dragged the bag, and ran towards the Carola.

Because it was daytime and the noise was loud, Chen Ming's actions were quickly exposed.

Soon after, several angry heads popped out of the upstairs window, pointing at his running figure and cursing loudly.

"His accomplice jumped out of the window!"

"Grab him, don't let him get away!"

"Hurry, hurry, hurry..."

Sofia was touching up her makeup in the passenger seat when she suddenly saw Chen Ming rushing out of the alley like a robber, dragging a big black bag. She was so startled that her mascara brush almost poked her eye.

"What the hell? Are you robbing a bank in broad daylight? Or did you just kill someone?"

"Enough talk, we have to go!"

Chen Ming yanked open the back door, stuffed the "sample" that had suffered a second serious injury inside, and then climbed into the driver's seat and turned the key.

Accompanied by the dry cough of the old engine, the Corolla sped off after spitting out several black farts.

Then, a smell mixed with chemicals, air freshener, and rotten odor filled the carriage.

"Oh my god!"

Sofia's face contorted in pain as she pinched her nose and looked at the back seat.

"This is even more disgusting than a slaughterhouse without power for three days in the summer... Chen, you didn't just grab some unlucky homeless guy off the street to make up the numbers because you couldn't find any goods, did you?"

"I'm warning you, even though this is what we do, this is first-degree murder. If they find out..."

"Am I that vicious?"

Chen Ming jerked the steering wheel a few times, forcibly merging into the main road, which drew a chorus of horns from behind.

"I was just lucky to run into the guy who tried to steal our things, and I managed to get back what was rightfully ours."

"Take it back, intact?"

Sofia looked suspiciously at the bag in the back seat that was still dripping water.

"It looks... I mean it smells not very good, like spilled ketchup."

"It was just a minor accident."

Chen Ming coughed awkwardly and pressed the accelerator even harder.

"This passenger just now very kindly acted as a cushion for me... I might have some indigestion."

"But don't worry, the skeleton should still be intact, and it can still be used if we put it together."