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

A few minutes later.

Thomas, who was originally arrogant, was beaten to his knees and begged for mercy by Mike, and the baseball bat in his hand flew far away.

He finally came to his senses a little, raising his arm to block Mike's water pipe attack while shouting loudly, "Stop! Stop! I surrender!"

"Damn mother fuxker! Let's see if you dare to mess with my brother again, get lost!"

Mike was also exhausted. He wasn't in high spirits to begin with, and this barrage of attacks had almost completely drained his strength.

Perhaps even Thomas himself didn't realize why his combat power had suddenly been weakened so much. After all, people who take enhancement drugs for a long time often experience various inexplicable physical problems.

"No, no, I won't bother your brother anymore. I'm leaving, I'm leaving right now..."

Perhaps realizing that he was really not in good shape today, he was covered in bruises and bumps all over his body, and even one of his eyes was swollen. He quickly scrambled away and ran away.

"Hey, thanks bro, you've helped me a lot again, I..."

Lynn, amazed by the warlock's skill, stood up and reached out to bump fists with Mike.

"Squeak!"

"bump!"

Suddenly, a screeching sound of a heavy motorcycle braking and a loud crashing sound came from not far to the right!

He had just turned his head when he saw a huge figure fly out of the street like a kite with a broken string.

Behind him was a garbage truck with "Waste Management, Inc" written in huge blue letters on its side!

"Oh, shit! You damn blind bastard, you poisonous bug with too much enhancement! You fucking blind man, you charged at my car!"

A burly man wearing a blue baseball cap with the company name printed on it got out of the driver's seat, cursed as he rushed to Thomas, who was lying motionless after being hit, glanced at him, and then froze.

This scene was witnessed by Lynn and Mike.

"You damn poisonous bug, you're fucking killing people! Hey bro, you saw it too, he drove right into my car. His death has nothing to do with me!"

As he spoke, the burly man walked towards the two of them, and pulled out a large wad of green bills from his pocket and stuffed them into their hands without even counting them.

"He drove up and crashed into my car, right? You're my witnesses. If anyone asks, that's what you'll say. But if you dare to say anything wrong, I'll remember what you look like!"

He raised his right hand, pointed to his eyes with his middle and index fingers, then turned and pointed at the two of them.

Then, while cursing and saying things like "bad luck," he turned around and walked towards his garbage truck, quickly climbed into the driver's cab, stepped on the gas, and sped away.

"..."

The two, who were still basking in the joy of having joined forces to defeat evil, now exchanged a silent glance, both seeing shock, absurdity, and helplessness in each other's eyes.

"Such a strong, burly man, just... just got hit and killed like that?"

Mike muttered to himself, feeling that what had happened in those few short minutes was simply too absurd.

The bumps on my body from being hit by the opponent's baseball bat haven't gone down yet.

However, the other party was hit and killed by a garbage truck a few minutes later, and the perpetrator fled the scene.

The area where they are now located, near Pioneer Square in the southwest corner of downtown Seattle, is one of the most economically disadvantaged and crime-prone areas in the city. Many streets have no cameras at all, or the old and damaged ones have lost their original function.

So on this deserted little street, on this rainy morning, there were no other witnesses to this scene.

"Grunt..."

Lynn swallowed nervously. Fighting someone was one thing, but the fact that a vibrant life had been lost right before his eyes was a huge shock to him.

After all, he still has the soul of the University of Tokyo at heart, and he was not used to this scene.

"Never mind, what's done is done..."

Mike shook his head, wiped the rain off his face with the hand that wasn't holding the hose, and said to Lynn.

"Let's sell it before anyone else comes."

As he spoke, he took out his phone and dialed a number, walking towards Thomas, who had been knocked to the ground.

"..."

Lynn was speechless, but he didn't know what to say at this moment. He followed Mike toward Thomas's body in the middle of the street.

The burly man who was just moments ago as strong as an ox now has a dent in his forehead the size of half a fist, and his neck is twisted to the right at a strange angle.

His chest was caved in inwards in the shape of a pot lid, his hands and feet were all broken, and there was a pool of blood beneath him, constantly being washed away by the rain.

"A guy this strong rarely dies suddenly in the street. He must have a lot of research value and could fetch a good price..."

The call hadn't been connected yet, but Mike had already crouched down and started touching his arm.

"Pinholes, so many pinholes, this guy's a power-up enthusiast...looks like he'll be lucky to make at least $500."

Lynn, who had been trying her best to suppress her discomfort while looking at the other person's miserable state, felt something stuck in her chest and vomited out loud after hearing Mike's words!

After vomiting for a while, he managed to suppress his nausea and lean down to touch the other person's arm.

You looted the corpse of a berserker; its strength left a lasting impression. If it weren't for your elite warlock magic, you would be the one lying here.

[You have acquired the relics of the Berserker Thomas: Unrestricted Combat (Level 1: 80%) and Tight End Tactical Abilities in Football (Level 1: 70%).]

[Battle won, mission complete, Excellent Eloquence +10%, Weakness Curse +10%, Character Experience +10.]

"I'm going over there for some fresh air."

Finding two skills made Lynn feel a little better.

But he still covered his mouth and walked to the side, gagging several times before he could suppress his nausea and check his attribute panel.

Class: Warlock, Level 1, Talents: Not Selected

Stamina: 2/3

Intelligence: 3/4

Spirit: 3/5

Agility: 1/2

Strength: 1/2

HP: 22/30

Magic: 20/40

Experience points: 52/100

Skills: Excellent Eloquence (Level 1, 20%), Weakness Curse (Level 1, 10%), First Aid (Level 1, 10%), Unrestricted Combat (Level 1, 80%), Tight End Tactical Awareness (Level 1, 70%)

Craftable item: Antidote (2 bottles remaining)

Status: Weakly revived, moderately hungry

"This is America."

After looking at his attribute panel, Lynn looked back at the desolate and dilapidated streets in the rain and Thomas lying on the ground, twisted and contorted from being hit. He couldn't help but feel a surge of utter absurdity.

This is in stark contrast to the beautiful, powerful, and desirable image of Western University that he had seen in television magazines and movies for decades.

"If it weren't for my system, if it weren't for the skills I inherited from the warlocks in World of Warcraft..."

A wave of lingering fear washed over him. If he hadn't retrieved the other party's identity information and used words to calm him down, and then weakened the other party while Mike was fighting him, he and Mike would probably be lying on the ground, bleeding from head wounds, waiting to be sold as Gundams.

A moment later, a familiar car drove up from a distance and stopped beside them.

The body collectors at Paperclip Biotechnology are the same two people who sold O'Brien before.

"Hey bro, it's you guys again!"

The taller Asian man walking in front waved to the two of them.

The shorter, stouter white man following behind was more focused on the "goods" on the ground.

"You guys are really lucky. Such a big guy, he used to be either an ice hockey player or a football player. On the streets, guys that strong usually don't get killed, but instead live off the weaker homeless people until the end..."

The Asian body collector seemed rather talkative, speaking with a strong Northeastern accent from Dongda University. He used his light blue rubber gloved hand to move Thomas's arm back and forth, examining the needle marks on it.

"There are signs of at least five different types of enhancers being injected. That's good. Plus, the other person is so strong. They're a great research subject."

He nodded to the fat man who was squatting on the ground checking the situation.

"Such good stuff is really rare. We can give you a base fee of $700, and I'll give you an extra $100 to express your gratitude for thinking of us first instead of other body collectors."

He pulled a large roll of $20 bills from his pocket, counted out 40 bills, and handed them to Mike.

"His body temperature is still there, we need to send him to be frozen immediately, the company's researchers love fresh goods like this."

"If you come across any good quality items like this in the future, please continue to contact us. Remember, Paperclip Technology always offers the highest price."

Then the two of them skillfully took a huge body bag from the car, quickly put Thomas's body inside, zipped it up, carried it to the trunk of the car, stuffed it in, got in the car, and drove away.