America? No, it's the warp!

[This special police officer from the Ministry of Justice went out without a gun today, but encountered a fugitive and helped him apprehend this human who appeared to be the fugitive.]

[Reward: +20 Merit Points]

"Good, you've finally arrived."

Logan then released a small amount of [Dry Moisture], making himself nervously excited for a short period of time.

The Black man was rather thin; upon seeing him standing at the alley entrance, he brandished a dagger in his hand.

"Fuck off! Get out of here!"

Seeing that it had no effect, the black man gritted his teeth, gripped the hilt of his knife, and thrust it forward.

Logan didn't take the hit head-on; his skin wasn't tough enough to withstand a frontal stab.

However, the muscle memory developed during his three years in the military made him much faster than a street thug.

He slightly turned his body to dodge the dagger, and with one hand pressed down on the other person's hand holding the knife, forcefully causing the other person to feel pain and drop their grip.

With his other hand, he locked the other person's neck and pressed them to the ground like a chick.

Everything happened so suddenly that the black man couldn't react at all. He only realized he had been killed instantly after his body made intimate contact with the ground.

"Damn it! Let me go! I'm from the crippled gang! You dare arrest me? You'll be back on our doorstep!"

The black man struggled and threatened.

"Interesting, this is Blood Gang territory."

Logan found it somewhat amusing; the Crippled Gang had just committed a serious offense a few days ago, yet this guy still dared to operate here.

But then I realized that he was a black man, and it suddenly made perfect sense.

They probably took some kind of performance-enhancing drugs and ruined their brains a long time ago.

"Brother! Thank you... thank you so much!"

The police officer, panting, pulled out a pair of handcuffs and put the familiar silver bracelets on the black man's wrist.

"I forgot my handgun after get off work today, otherwise I would have shot this guy a whole magazine."

"You dare to chase a black man without a gun?"

Any Black person on the street could pull out a handgun at any time, so American police officers generally wouldn't risk their lives without a gun.

"Ah... I didn't think much at the time. I just saw the fugitive and rushed towards him. Then he saw me and ran, so I chased after him..."

The alleyway was dimly lit, and Logan couldn't see the other person's face clearly, but he could vaguely make out that he was a rather young man.

"True, what seasoned cop would go after a Black man without a gun?"

Perhaps he's a passionate and ambitious young man from a good family.

"You stopped him for me without thinking too much, and I didn't see you pull out a gun."

The police officer's words made Logan realize a problem: he was so engrossed in the missions that he didn't seem to think much about their safety.

For example, what if you stop this black guy and he pulls out a gun?

He couldn't withstand the bullets, so he had to draw his gun faster than the other side.

Use American-style Iaijutsu to suppress him.

"It's time to get a gun..."

"You, a policeman, dared to chase him? I assumed he wasn't armed..."

The two exchanged a glance, remained silent for three seconds, and then spoke in unison:

"Next time, bring your gun."

They share the same views, so they seem to have similar personalities.

"Hehehe! Stop with the sentimental talk! Get me to jail right now!"

The Black man was getting impatient listening to this; these dark-skinned, dark-hearted creatures were the least likely to encounter such things.

The policeman immediately punched him in the stomach: "Shut up! You'll be in for it when you get to the station. You were involved in the robbery of the Jade Leaf store just a few days ago, and you still dare to run into Pioneer Square!"

"Hmm? What a coincidence, I actually helped the manager catch a criminal."

Are you an employee there?

The police dragged the Black man out of the alley and to the streetlights, where he and Logan recognized each other.

"You're that security guard!"

"You're the resident police officer across the street."

The policeman extended his right hand, and Logan stepped forward and gave him a loud high five.

Logan.

"Stephen."

That's how friendships between men are formed so simply.

After exchanging contact information, Stephen led the black man away.

Every minute you linger increases the risk of an accident; there will be plenty of opportunities to chat later.

[Mission Complete: Fugitive]

[This fugitive turns out to be a heretic who once raided the operations command post. He should have been shot in the head, but having the SWAT team capture and interrogate him could uncover more heretics.]

[Reward: +20 Merit Points]

Complete suppression, absolute power.

[Terrorism +1]

[Received the Khorne Blessing: Perfect Muscles]

[Perfect Muscles: Increases maximum muscle activation from 70% to 100%, perfectly mobilizing all muscle fibers and enhancing explosive muscle power.]

A faint, electric-like tingling sensation arises in the brain, travels along the neural network to the muscles throughout the body, and then the sensation continues to spread, as if it has precisely hit every muscle cell.

After the feeling gradually subsided, Logan tried clenching his fist and found that he could flexibly exert different levels of muscle strength.

His body mastered the muscle experience of using three parts force, seven parts force, and ten parts force in an instant.

When the original body first retired, it still retained this memory, but after two years of no training, its muscles gradually deteriorated, and most of the memory was lost.

As the system describes, when he exerts force, he usually activates 70% of his muscles, which cannot be increased or decreased.

"Perfect, I'll go to the gym tomorrow and test my strength."

The next day at 9 a.m., Logan, carrying all his cash, went to the Golden Jim gym. He went to the front desk and bought a $30 monthly membership that included showers.

Then he started a conversation:

"Hey bro, I came here on George's recommendation. He said you guys have a lot of strength training equipment, and I happen to need to work out my muscles."

"George? You mean the guy who always comes with his two friends? The three of them are the best trainees here."

Since the three of them often traveled together, the receptionist quickly remembered them.

"Is George here today?"

"He's not here yet, but his two friends are."

As she spoke, the receptionist glanced into the store. "Marcus is bench pressing, and Luca is probably taking a shower."

Thank you for your help.

Logan thanked him, went into the store, and headed straight for the bench press area.

At first glance, there were no cardio machines in the store, only fixed and free weights for increasing strength. I didn't see any dumbbell plates weighing less than 20kg along the way, as if this place didn't welcome any weaklings.

At the cable machine, a white man was pulling the weight to its limit, painfully crunching his stomach, while another white man beside him kept encouraging him: "One more set! Don't act like a girl!"

On the bench where dumbbells were being inclined, a man who had just practiced the exercise was drinking a glass of thick, brown, unidentified liquid.

To the left front, near the butterfly machine, a man with a bare back covered in acne is injecting some kind of transparent, oily liquid into his upper arm.

Logan didn't recognize what it was, but he knew it must be one of the nine dragons pulling the coffin, and that person's head was pointed at the moment.

When he arrived at the bench press area, he saw the face he had met briefly the night before.

Marcus was lying on the bench press, his hands already gripping the barbell, his lower back preparing to bridge, but he repeatedly tried and then gave up, as if something important was missing.

Logan strode forward:

"Brother, I'll help you!"