America? No, it's the warp!

"No progress, that black guy is very stubborn."

Stephen took a bite of the Mexican chicken wrap.

"I wonder what reward his boss promised him to make him so devoted."

"Or perhaps there's some strict rule in place?"

Logan provided timely assistance.

"That's right, that's more likely."

"It's common knowledge that gangsters are unlikely to use psychological manipulation on their members like corporations do; instead, they'll keep track of their home addresses. If someone breaks the rules, they'll send some perks to their home."

"for example……"

"A few bullets."

"If it were a Mexican group, they might bring a candied apple."

"It's like that kind of thing, in the summer, a head hanging on the fence in front of the door, covered with fly larvae."

Stephen said some disgusting things, but kept chewing on his burrito.

It seems that he has a very solid foundation in human body skills from his training at the police academy.

Hopefully, he won't react much when he encounters a real candied apple.

"Hey Stephen! I'm eating!"

His companion quickly opened the car door, moved away from the two men, and ran to a more distant corner of the wall.

"You're absolutely right."

Logan nodded and took a bite of the chicken wrap.

The original owner had seen all sorts of Disco Gundams on the street, so a mere sugar apple was nothing to worry about.

At this moment, Stephen leaned closer and whispered:

"Actually, the higher-ups took this robbery and murder case quite seriously. They believed it might be a provocation by the Crippled Gang against the Blood Gang."

"provocative?"

Logan nodded thoughtfully.

"The conflict between the Blood Gang and the Crippled Gang presents an opportunity worth exploiting."

"It's obvious he can only get help from the Blood Gang."

"Lanny and the older brother who hasn't shown up yet are both very interested in him."

"As for the Crippled Gang, Bicth's lover should be at least a low-level leader. To take back the house, they need to deal with Bicth, but first they need to take care of the black man."

"Send him to jail, or just find a place to kill him."

"Perhaps we could discuss this with the Blood Gang; they would definitely be happy to help."

"Hey! Stephen! Watch out! There's a black guy lurking around here at the 12 o'clock position."

Another policeman shouted in a low voice.

Stephen and Logan looked in that direction together.

There was indeed a black man there, and he was easily recognizable by his blue turban and half-hidden in the alley, unnoticed by passersby. He was in the opposite direction from the Blood Gang's enhancement agent sales point, so he wasn't spotted by Lanny's men.

He looked around, constantly trying to assess the situation. When he noticed the police seemed to be paying attention to him, he quickly turned his gaze away.

"The crippled gang."

Logan's sense of crisis was reignited.

"That black guy moved so fast? He's already sent people to keep an eye on me in less than a day."

"They might stab me in the alleyway as soon as I get off work tonight."

"The crippled gang."

Stephen reminded him.

"They must be looking for me."

"Do you need any help?"

Without asking why, Stephen stuffed the Mexican meat roll into his mouth and reached for the pistol at his waist.

It goes without saying that a black man is trying to harm the citizens of America.

"Not for now, but do you want to make a profit, a black man trying to attack citizens?"

After discussing sales targets with Stephen, Logan returned to the store.

"How is it?"

Manager Henry was already waiting inside the store entrance.

"He's a good policeman, a decent guy."

Previously, he had Logan investigate the character of the police officer across the street.

"Liangjiazi?"

"What I mean is, he's not the kind of shrewd old fox who's all about the world, but a passionate young man with a sunny disposition. He even dared to chase after a black guy without a gun, the same black guy who robbed this store back then."

"Are there really police officers like this?"

Henry muttered to himself, his gaze towards the policeman outside the window becoming complicated.

You should know that in America, a police officer who doesn't take bribes or demand kickbacks is rarer than a black person who doesn't do free shopping.

"I must get along well with him in the future."

After dinner, the flow of people began to increase. Exhausted office workers, after a long day at work, began to flock into the Yezi specialty store.

Although they were tired, they still wanted to enjoy the nightlife, so they came here to get some leaves to perk themselves up; they thought this stuff worked better than coffee.

Coffee can affect sleep, but leaves will make them have more fun.

Stephen kept loitering across the street, and no black man dared to make a move in front of the police.

They all knew the speed of American Iaijutsu.

Perhaps that's how their father died.

If they have a father.

After working for six consecutive hours, both Claire, who was working as a cashier, and Stephen, who was on patrol, looked extremely tired.

The aura that comes from working long hours is written all over his face.

Only Logan remained radiant.

The blessing of the father's lungs allows him to inhale a large amount of air with each breath, and the dual bloodline upgrade allows this oxygen to be transported efficiently to every cell.

Therefore, almost all the cells in his body are always in a relatively active state.

The discomfort I used to feel from the smell of burning leaves at work has been completely eliminated by Seneca's "latent desensitization".

He hadn't even used any of the intense pulsations yet, and he felt like he could work another 8 hours.

After finishing get off work at midnight, he drove Claire home as usual.

[Quest reward: Slaanesh Order]

As usual, you escort Sister Claire back to the wartime medical ward. But today, you've discovered a member of the Slaanesh Order who has been secretly watching you. Protect Sister Claire and find this member.

[Reward: +20 Merit Points]

"Very good, the system is quite timely in assigning tasks."

"But why is the Crippled Gang a Slaanesh Cult?"

"Hmm... Logan, I've heard that many people become homeless because of an accident. For example, my brother Kieran became homeless because he couldn't afford the emergency room fees for his overdose of enhancement drugs. How did you become homeless?"

In the ensuing silence and awkwardness, Claire broke the ice.

"Me? You could say it was an accident. In my third year of military service, I developed some mental illnesses during a military operation. After retiring and being unable to work, my wife kicked me out of the house."

"Do you have a wife?"

Claire's attention shifted.

She was more concerned about Logan's marital status than the reason he became homeless.

The true intentions were revealed at the last minute; the map of the Yan state was surprisingly short.

"She can't be considered my wife anymore. He kicked me out of the house because he has a new lover, and he's still living in my house."

Logan spoke of his sorrows so naturally, with a relaxed expression, as if he were recounting a movie scene.

Claire, who was listening, became inexplicably saddened.

"That sounds really bad."

Perhaps it's because we're both Americans with tragic fates.

"So, are you divorced?"

"Not yet. That woman's trying to use my identity to get some demobilization pay."

"Ugh...he's such a bitch, what should you do?"

"Don't worry, Claire. I've survived on the battlefield and on the streets of America, so why can't I handle a woman?"

Logan remained vigilant throughout his speech.

From the very beginning, he released a suitable amount of "restlessness," his active nerves allowing him to intensely observe every movement in his surroundings.

Furthermore, the "Detail Insight" attribute granted by Tzeentch allows him to keenly notice anything unusual.

Under the third streetlight directly ahead, sat a drunken Black man, wearing a black hood and blending into the darkness.

Beneath the hood, there was a barely noticeable glimpse of blue.