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

"Where is Lynn? Where is that damned witch doctor?"

That afternoon.

Caribou arrived at Vanguard Square with a large group of his gang, exuding a murderous aura.

He grabbed the first homeless man he saw fiercely, pulled him by the collar, and demanded an explanation with bloodshot eyes.

"Lynn, what Lynn? Who are you talking about?"

The man who was caught was a middle-aged man with gray hair. He stared blankly at the fierce-looking Latino thug in front of him, his eyes full of confusion and questions.

"Lynn, that's the witch doctor! What the fuxk! What are you playing dumb with me for!"

Enraged, Caribou raised his hand and slapped the man twice across the face, causing him to stagger and fall to the ground.

"Sir, I don't know, I really don't know! I only arrived here at noon!"

"You only arrived here at noon?"

Caribou raised an eyebrow and asked in a harsh voice.

"Yes, sir, everyone left this morning, including the tents. It's all bare, which is why we were able to stay here..."

The man struggled to his feet, pointing angrily but not daring to speak out, to the large, empty square behind him, where only seven or eight homeless people were posing or smoking tobacco and consuming enhancement drugs.

"What? You mean the Fountain Gang and Lynn all disappeared?"

"If you're referring to the local indigenous people, yes, sir, they were all gone by noon..."

The middle-aged man's eyes held a fawning expression, as if he were reporting to his superior with a sense of accomplishment, fearing that the other party might slap him in anger.

"Holy shit! This guy just ran away, taking all his men with him. Where could they go? In this freezing weather!"

……

An abandoned neighborhood 5 kilometers from the fountain square.

Outside an open space locked with a large, rusty iron gate containing a pile of rusty cars, Lynn and Mike were gathered with all 29 members of the Fountain Gang from Pioneer Square.

"Go another 50 meters forward, turn the corner, and you'll see the entrance to the sewage ditch."

Lily, with her eyes crinkled with happiness as she ate the donuts Lynn had bought for her, pointed confidently at the road ahead and said...

"One of my ex-ex-ex boyfriends was a sewer cleaner. He once took me here. The sewers here are very spacious, and the pipes are almost three meters in diameter. There are many dry places inside that you can live in, and they are much warmer than the ground."

That's right. After Lynn and Mike took Carib's son Antonio away, they quickly moved with everyone in the gang.

Our destination was the wide, empty sewage ditch that Lily had mentioned.

He and Mike spent $1000 on a lot of food, winter clothes, fuel and batteries for heating, and came here with their families to escape the pursuit and retaliation of the Carlos gang.

[You abducted the son of an elite undead warrior from Stratholme. Enraged, he's searching for you to exact revenge. You're temporarily safe, but hidden dangers are still creeping closer. Find a way to change this situation, resolve your feud with Caribou, and you will receive a reward.]

Looking at the task issued by the system, Lynn felt confident.

He has already figured out a solution; now all he needs is time and patience.

However, we mustn't let the other side find us during this time; this sewer is simply a perfect hiding place.

Seattle's sewer system is divided into a sewage system and a stormwater system, which operate in parallel.

As a well-known rainy city in the northwestern United States, it receives at least 950 millimeters of rainfall annually.

Moreover, because it is a coastal city with numerous lakes, the city's sewer system often faces greater environmental and climatic pressures than those of other inland cities.

Therefore, the city spared no effort in building its sewage system, with underground drainage channels generally exceeding three meters in diameter, and in some places even reaching four meters in height.

Don't assume that the sewers here are like those in China, where they're all water and there's not much space.

This place is like a tunnel on a highway, with railings on both sides and drainage ditches below. The platforms on both sides are perfectly habitable.

"Look, these platforms are at least half a meter high, or even more than a meter high, and many are more than a meter wide."

Lily pointed to the platforms she had come from, her interest piqued.

"It's a pity that there are already many people living here. Before, we were either too old or too weak to come here, but now with your protection, Lynn, I think we can live very well here."

As we walked along, we gradually saw some "indigenous people" living on the platforms on both sides. They either lived in mini huts made of cardboard boxes, or in simple tents. Some even pulled up plastic sheet curtains to create miniature private spaces.

"The environment here is indeed much better than on the ground, and have you noticed? It's very warm here!"

Jack, with his messy blond hair, was also looking around excitedly. This brand new environment was very novel and fun for a young man like him.

The underground residents they passed looked at them warily, but because of the large number of people, no one showed any unfriendly expressions or actions.

"There's a large platform ahead where many people live. We can try trading supplies with them to free up some space..."

Old John finally emerged from his old, perpetually dark tent. The man, over 60 years old, was hunched over as if carrying a pot on his back. His once golden hair had turned pure white, sparsely scattered in the occasional breeze blowing through the underground passage.

Although I'm very reluctant to part with the previous supply channels and his "small shop".

But he knew what the consequences would be if Carlos Bones from Caribou really came to attack. Fortunately, Lynn promised to provide him with funds so that he could make a comeback in the future.

"Hey, Tom, Jerry! What are you doing here?"

After taking a few more steps, Mike suddenly waved excitedly ahead.

They were a few pale-faced, bespectacled young men around 30 years old who looked like intellectuals.

"Lynn, are these the Microsoft software engineers I told you about, the ones I met at the warehouse? Wait, what are you guys doing here? Didn't you say your project was almost finished and you'd be getting funding and making a lot of money soon?"