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

"bump!"

The cashier, a young Black man, swiftly and decisively pulled a shotgun from under the counter and fired a shot at the robber!

"puff……"

The bullets fired from the old-fashioned S1897 shotgun sent the white robber flying like a rag doll, before he lay limply on the ground two meters away.

His blood splattered everywhere, covering Lynn and Mike's faces and bodies.

"Holy shit!"

"His blood splattered all over me, you owe me my clothes, damn it, I've fucking had enough of this godforsaken place, you have a gun so I have a gun, you fucking me, I fucking you, let's all just die!"

Despite having witnessed violence over the past few days, Mike still couldn't control his anger and swung his fists, yelling at the black store clerk who was still holding a gun, not yet fully recovered from the fear and excitement, and whose adrenaline hadn't subsided.

He wasn't really angry at the black store clerk; he was probably just venting his resentment towards life, despair, this quagmire, and the sudden death. Lynn felt he could understand.

Seeing the robber lying motionless on the ground, even though he wasn't a saint and felt the guy deserved to die, it was still a living, breathing human life suddenly disappearing before his eyes. The soul that originated from Tokyo University still felt somewhat awkward and fearful.

"Alright, Mike, don't get angry. Let's get out of here quickly. The police will be here soon, and I don't want to go to the police station to give a statement or anything..."

Lynn pulled Mike toward the door, but before they could take a step, a police car with flashing lights suddenly screeched to a halt outside!

"Hey, SPD, put down your gun!"

Two tall, burly white police officers rushed into the store and immediately saw bloodstains all over the floor and walls, a white robber lying on the ground with his eyes closed, and a young black man behind the counter who was still holding a shotgun and trembling uncontrollably.

"what?"

After the policeman shouted that, he finally came to his senses, subconsciously opened his mouth wide and made a questioning sound, then turned his body towards the two people.

"Danger! Danger! He's aiming at us!"

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The white police officer who rushed into the store first yelled and pulled the trigger at the black guy!

Bullets fired continuously from his gun, accurately hitting the black clerk in the chest, spurting out streaks of black smoke.

"Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang..."

But he didn't stop. He continued firing at the other man until the gun made a "click" sound, at which point he finally stopped shooting.

"The gunman has been killed! The gunman has been killed!"

He pressed the fixed intercom on his shoulder and urgently reported to the leader inside.

"..."

Lynn, standing to the side, was so shocked that she stared wide-eyed, unable to utter a single word.

Damn it, that black store clerk was acting in self-defense! And you killed him too?

He was just startled by you, and the gun was turned towards you instinctively. He didn't mean to shoot you!

Lynn felt that the scene before him was utterly absurd. What kind of magical world was this?

Has America gone completely insane?

He was about to say something when Mike, who was next to him, covered his mouth and held him tightly.

"The gunman has no vital signs and has been confirmed dead! Repeat, the gunman has no vital signs and has been confirmed dead!"

Meanwhile, the burly policeman's partner had already stepped forward to check the black clerk's vital signs. After confirming that he was completely dead, he also reported to his superior through the phone on his shoulder.

Only then did the policeman who fired the shot turn around and say to the angry and shocked Lynn and the indignant but seemingly unfazed Mike:

"You two weren't hurt, were you? Did that damn black guy hurt you?"

Lynn wanted to say that this damn black guy didn't hurt him; on the contrary, he saved him! It was you two murderous maniacs who killed that innocent person who was defending himself!

But when he saw the unpretentious expression on the other man's face, as if killing the black clerk was as natural as killing a chicken or a dog, he suddenly understood.

This is the true reality of racial antagonism at Western University!

It's right to resist robbery.

But clearly, what these two white police officers found completely unacceptable was that a black man dared to shoot and kill a white man!

It was immediately obvious from the moment he entered the store that he brandished a gun and shouted at the black store clerk who was clearly at the cashier and wearing a store uniform, and who was obviously on the side of self-defense.

An angry emotion brewed and swirled in Lynn's mind, but he was powerless to resist it.

Because this is the current situation at Xida University, and it's not something he can change alone.

At that moment, several lines of virtual text from the system appeared before Lynn's eyes again.

Poor forest troll Tom's robbery attempt failed, and he was killed instead. Examine his corpse to receive a reward.

The loyal orc guard Bob protected his wealth, but lost his life due to the hatred of the greedy and ruthless Stratholme skeleton guards. Examine his body to receive a reward.

"Thank you, officer. He didn't hurt us. This guy who's lying on the ground is a robber. Our money and wallet are in his bag. May I get them back?"

Lynn took a deep breath, then pointed to the Walmart shopping bag next to the robber and spoke to the officer as politely as possible.

He wanted to take this opportunity to touch the two corpses and acquire their skills.

But then the white police officer waved his hand dismissively and said curtly:

"Excuse me, gentlemen, these are all stolen goods. You must go to the police station to register and explain the situation before you can retrieve your belongings."

Because the two men now had a little money and dressed themselves up to look nothing like homeless people, the two police officers still treated them with at least basic politeness and respect.

Of course, Lynn knew deep down that the most important thing was that their skin color was correct.

"Okay then, I'll leave you my phone number, officer. You can notify us to pick it up after the registration is complete."

"By the way, I happen to be a pastor. God loves the world; may I offer them one last prayer?"

"priest?"

The white police officer looked Lynn up and down with great impatience and suspicion, but finally waved him away.

[You have gained the following skills: Cashier Basic Operations lv1 50%, Shotgun Operation and Shooting lv1 70%];

[You have acquired the following skills: General Practitioner Skills lv2 20, Violin Playing Skills lv1 80%].

After collecting the skills from the two, Lynn couldn't help but sigh again. This was yet another doctor who had inexplicably fallen below the kill threshold.

He shook his head and walked out of the supermarket, whose glass doors were riddled with bullet holes, with Mike, into the cold rain of Seattle.

I could only faintly hear the excited laughter of two white police officers behind my ears:

"What great luck! Thanks to those two brave bastards, we'll have some extra income!"