I work as a sorcerer in the US, and my side hustle is building Gundams.

"So that's how it is..."

Lynn repeated the question again, and Vincent thought for a while before slowly replying.

"Is there any way?"

Seeing that he hadn't answered for a while, Lynn asked another question.

"There should be a solution, but our precinct doesn't have any important witness protection programs lately..."

He paused again, then continued.

"Boss, does your friend have a criminal record? Or is he a gang member?"

"He wasn't a gang member, and he didn't have any criminal record. He was just a simple working-class Black man living with his mother, without a father."

Lynn thought for a moment, then said.

"If you have no criminal record and aren't a gang member, then things are easier. We can do it this way..."

"Our Seattle Police Department has been very short-handed lately, especially as winter approaches and the cold snaps will greatly worsen living conditions on the streets, making it even more difficult to maintain order."

"So our police station is currently recruiting some auxiliary police officers. They're not on the official payroll, but they'll be on our records and receive police subsidies, making them semi-official personnel. Boss, your friend can come here, and I'll help him with the paperwork."

It was definitely the right decision not to kill those two corrupt cops and instead take them in as his underlings!

Lynn nodded with great satisfaction. No wonder when she watched American TV shows, the characters always seemed proud to have a family member who worked in the police force.

The main benefits are in terms of security and social security.

"Actually, you could have signed up too, boss, but we need people with a fixed address who aren't homeless to register. I'm really sorry about that..."

When Vincent heard Lynn remain silent on the other end of the line, he assumed Lynn was angry because she hadn't told him about this good news before she got angry.

"I know, you don't need to apologize. It's already very good that you were able to arrange things for him."

Lynn actually had a good impression of Marshall, who came to her for help.

Even though he was born into such a poor family, he didn't think of running away like his father, whom he had never met. Instead, he thought of his mother, younger brother and sister, and children. Such a person has a strong sense of family responsibility and is also very trustworthy.

"Then I'll tell him to go to the municipal branch tomorrow, and you can handle it for him."

After Lynn finished speaking, she thought for a moment and then added, "Thank you."

"You're too kind, boss. You're a great leader to think so much about your subordinates."

To be honest, Vincent himself felt the same way. These days, the gangsters on the streets treat their underlings like disposable commodities. Who cares about their lives? When something happens, they're quick to distance themselves. Who's going to bother cleaning up the mess for you?

That was it. After I called Marshall and told him the good news, he was silent for a while, and then he burst into tears!

After he finished crying, he praised Lynn from head to toe, calling him a saint reincarnated and saying that he and his car would be there whenever needed.

After that, Lynn persuaded him for a long time before he finally refused the simple-minded black boy's request to give Lynn half of his income from the police station.

[You helped the orc Marshall solve his problem, character experience +10%, your reputation among orcs increased by 20%, current reputation level is "Friendly"]

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"Achoo, achoo!"

After finishing with Marshall's business, Lynn finally relaxed.

However, at some point, the rain started to fall again. It was already late October, and Seattle's latitude was similar to that of cities like Hegang in Tokyo, so it was already quite cold.

A gust of cold wind blew by, causing him to sneeze twice in a row.

"This damn weather is getting colder and colder. Even those of us who can afford warm clothes and tents are like this. I wonder how many more homeless people on the streets will freeze or starve to death..."

"A lot of people will definitely die, especially in our area. The other day, the food bank's distribution point was attacked by a group of crazy homeless people, right? So they probably won't be coming here for a long time. The nearest distribution point is at least several kilometers away..."

Mike shrugged helplessly and shrank his neck even deeper into his thick winter coat.

"Really? I remember you mentioned this before. Why did they storm the relief center?"

Lynn felt her fingers were so cold they were aching. She took out a pair of woolen gloves and put them on, which finally made her feel a little better.

"Actually, everything was fine at first, but then a busload of people from the Holy Relief Society arrived. They were all dressed in fashionable clothes from the Upper East Side. After getting off the bus, they did nothing but take out their phones and start snapping pictures of the homeless people."

Mike rolled his eyes, recalling the horrific scene from that time.

"Actually, everyone's used to it. There are always some self-righteous hypocrites who want to show off their superiority or demonstrate their compassion by coming to our places, either donating something or taking pictures of homeless people on the street to post on social media..."

Speaking of this, Mike touched the tip of his nose somewhat dejectedly.

Because he himself had done similar things with his church friends before he fell below the death threshold.

At the time, he was still a Christian. A carload of middle-class Christians drove up to a neighborhood where homeless people lived, and the pastor in the car would say that if you were not good people, did not believe in the Lord, did not do good deeds, and only knew how to ask and demand, you would be punished in this way.

Then they would enthusiastically donate money and goods to the church, partly to show their maternal love and seek salvation, and partly to boost their vanity and pride!

Look how well I'm doing now; it means I've received God's favor.

But the fact that you are living such a bad life means that you are a born bad seed. Your poverty is because you rejected God's grace, and you deserve to be condemned to eternal hell.

Normally, homeless people queuing for relief wouldn't care about the gossip and insulting looks they hear.

Because many people already lacked sufficient physical strength, if this relief was not continued, they would immediately turn into starving corpses and collapse on the ground.

"But last time, there was a guy in the team with a particularly bad temper—a boxer who lost his glamorous job and fell off the cutoff line because of a failed match-fixing incident."

"He had only recently become homeless, his muscles had not completely disappeared, and his temper had not been completely worn down. Seeing those so-called upper-class people who used to fawn over him and cheer for him now insulting him like this, he lost control of his emotions and started a fight."

Mike stroked his chin, recalling the events of that day. After all, he was there receiving relief that day and saw the whole picture immediately.

"and then?"

Lynn's curiosity was piqued by his words, and she began to ask more questions.