America? No, it's the warp!

"Fuck..."

This update to the logistics department is a bit too extravagant.

The organs of Astartes need no further explanation; they were there last time.

The single-handed pistol was also expected, as it is one of the most classic firearms in Warhammer.

What I least expected was that it actually possessed the Primarch's abilities.

【Eye of Insight】is one of the innate abilities of Chagatai Khan, the White Scar Primarch, allowing him to see through the true nature of others at a glance.

The moment he saw the Emperor, he knew that this nominal father did not love them, the Primarch offspring, but loved the entire human race.

Moreover, this ability can even see other people's tendency toward chaotic corruption.

"Hehehe..."

Logan was really looking forward to it; once he got the bomb pistol, he would exchange it for the [Eye of Insight].

He took out his phone and glanced at the time.

3:24

Time to go to work.

Logan arrived 5 minutes early, only to run into George, who was in a hurry to leave, at the door.

Good afternoon, George!

George was acting like a frightened rabbit again, even more so, his inexplicable enthusiasm leaving him somewhat bewildered.

"Good afternoon... Logan."

Logan, as if they were old friends, wrapped his arms around his neck and whispered in his ear:

"You know what? Marcus is a good kid."

George's body trembled violently.

How did you meet him?

"Isn't that simple?"

Logan spoke slowly, pausing between each word.

"I recognized his face that night, and then I happened to want to go to the gym."

"I went to that Golden Jim gym and happened to see him there."

"Guess what?"

"He insisted on making a bet with me."

"Guess what his bet was?"

Having come this far, George had already guessed the outcome.

But he still held a sliver of hope.

"What is it?"

"One answer, one name."

Logan smiled, gave a vague reply, and then turned and went into the store.

Even the dumbest person should know what it is by now.

Looking forward to close interactions between George and Marcus.

Looking forward to their philosophical battle in the gym locker room.

As he entered the store, Logan didn't hold his breath as usual, but instead took a deep breath.

The first thing you notice is the strong skunk smell, like your face has been kissed hard on a skunk's butt.

The aftertaste is a sweet scent with a hint of burning herbs.

There was no discomfort, nor any inappropriate impulse.

It's like smelling burning wood; you don't feel much.

"Huh? Why are you breathing?"

Claire was wearing a green work uniform and had her hair in a high ponytail; she looked to be in good spirits.

She was already in the zone at the counter and witnessed this unusual scene.

What's the problem?

"I'm not dead, of course I need to breathe."

"I mean, don't you hate the taste of leaves?"

Logan took another deep breath to make sure he really felt no discomfort.

"I guess I've gotten used to it; it doesn't feel that exciting anymore."

"Speaking of which, Claire, didn't you go to college? Why are you still working here?"

Claire instantly looked utterly dejected.

It's like asking a Black person why their ancestors came to America.

"well……"

She sighed deeply.

"I graduated from Pima Medical Institute with a minor in massage therapy in nursing."

"A for-profit university."

"The graduation certificate and degree certificate issued to me are not recognized by the hospital at all, so I can't find a job in my field."

"But I ended up with $20000 in student loans, and I have to pay $2000 in interest every month."

"I have to work two jobs every day just to pay off my debts and make a living."

Logan was somewhat taken aback.

American student loans are the most profitable financial program, with an annual market size of up to $1.8 trillion. Earning money for 20 years would be enough to pay off the US Treasury bond.

Therefore, $1.5 trillion of student loans came from the U.S. government.

The remainder comes from private companies, with interest rates as high as 18%.

Paying even a small amount results in compounding interest, making it pure usury.

The most disgusting of these are for-profit universities, such as Trump University.

They boast that they are comparable to Ivy League schools, with ridiculously high tuition fees, and the diplomas they give are so bad that companies would consider them too tough to even use as toilet paper.

"Hmm... Sigh..."

Logan wanted to offer some advice, but in the end, he said nothing.

"And there's something even worse."

Claire bit her lip, her raised fist clenching so tightly it cracked.

"I tried bankruptcy liquidation of my debts, but the fat pig who received me actually said that national laws stipulate that student loans cannot be liquidated."

"Why are the loans that rich people take out to buy yachts always liquidated?!"

That's right, if there's a liquidation, how will the US government make money?

"If I find out who pushed this bill, I'll curse them to grow tumors down there."

Logan caught the key point; it was a little-known fact he happened to know.

"Your curse has come true."

"What do you mean?"

Claire was both puzzled and expectant.

"In 2005, a congressman strongly promoted the implementation of this bill, and later he developed 'gaming cancer'."

"puff……"

Claire wanted to laugh, but she held it in.

"Who is it? Who is it?"

Logan kept everyone in suspense.

He was known as Sleepy Joe.

"Old man!"

"Hahahaha!"

"Good cancer!"

The clear, loud, and melodious laughter of a young girl attracted the attention of everyone in the store.

Manager Henry poked his head out of his office, puzzled.

"Hey! What are you laughing at, Claire?"

Claire laughed so hard she could barely breathe.

"Biden...has...developed...advanced gaming addiction..."

"Really? That's amazing! Hahahaha!"

"Yay! Hehehe~"

"Great! Hehehehe~"

Everyone in the store thought it was a good thing.

Everyone has their own reasons.

It could be student loans, anti-squidity protests, or because he pardoned his foolish son.

What a delightful day!

Amidst laughter, Logan walked into the staff break room and changed into his work clothes.

When I came out again, my colleagues had almost finished laughing and were all back to work.

Today is Wednesday, and there wasn't much foot traffic in the afternoon. The employees of our main client companies hadn't left work yet.

Logan greeted Stephen, the police officer across the street, and began his leisurely pre-dinner work.

At dinner time, there were almost no customers; they had all gone to eat, since leaves could only soothe the mind, not fill the stomach.

Tonight's dinner delivery was Mexican burritos, plenty of them, and we even ordered a few extra.

Following instructions from the manager, Logan took four wraps, walked across the street, and handed them to Stephen.

"Oh! Thank you! That's perfect, we don't need to order takeout!"

"It's all done, Manager Henry and we are very grateful for your hard work."

"This is what we should do; protecting the safety of American citizens' property is what the police should do."

Logan might have found it laughable if someone else had said it, but he found it quite sincere because it came from the man in front of him who dared to chase after black men even without a gun.

"Stephen, any progress on the robbery case?"