America? No, it's the warp!

You perfectly located the members of the Slaanesh Order, without anyone being injured, and protected Sister Claire's safety.

[Reward: +20 Merit Points]

[You made the absolutely right choice to hand over the two Slaanesh Cult members to SWAT officer Stephen from the Department of Justice.]

[Reward: +20 Merit Points]

You comforted Sister Claire's broken heart, giving her someone else to rely on.

[Reward: +20 Merit Points]

[A clean and crisp roundhouse kick; if it had been a little more powerful, it might have sent the broken ribs piercing the cultist's internal organs.]

[Terrorism +1]

[Gain Khorne's Blessing: Brass Skin]

[Brass Skin: The skin's hardness is increased to the brass level, capable of blocking cuts from blades, but leaving deeper marks. It cannot withstand frontal stabs or forceful swings.]

Another surge of violent energy bombarded his skin, as if repeatedly pounding and compressing it, trying to forge Logan's body into a piece of metal.

After several seconds, he recovered and rubbed his arm.

It really feels like a piece of metal.

He summoned his combat blade and lightly slashed his arm.

There was no bleeding, only a relatively deep mark.

The sharpness of the combat knife is far superior to that of the knives here; don't worry about the dagger wound from now on.

I've gained another 60 merits, but I'm still 100 short of the 300-point explosive pistol. I'll wait a bit longer.

Back in his tent, Logan didn't rush to sleep. He decided to do something to get rid of his homeless situation as soon as possible.

He took out his phone and dialed the number for "Seattle Corpse Collector".

"Hey! My bro! Are there still corpses for sale this late?"

Lanny answered quickly.

"No, Lanny, it's not about selling corpses."

I want to meet your boss.

There was silence on the other end for about ten seconds.

"The eldest brother said he had been waiting for this day for a long time, and he was very happy that you finally came to your senses."

He's at 207 South First Avenue, on the second floor of the Central Tavern.

He said he was looking forward to your arrival.

"it is good."

After hanging up the phone, Logan felt even more uneasy.

"Are you waiting for my arrival?"

"Am I really that important in the eyes of that Blood Gang leader?"

"A homeless person's social circle is naturally made up of homeless people. How could the original owner possibly know a gangster boss?"

"If you don't understand, just go and see for yourself."

Following the map on his phone, he found the Central Tavern, located in the south of Pioneer Square.

This is a small and slightly old bar with a white signboard bearing the words "THE CENTRAL" in green.

Stepping into the bar, you are immediately hit by an extremely strong smell of leaves, and the entire bar is filled with smoke.

It's even stronger than the jade leaf specialty store.

If it weren't for Slaanesh's blessing, he probably would have been choked by the smell as soon as he stepped into the bar.

On the innermost stage, a black band was playing relaxed jazz music, while in the dance floor, black couples were rocking out.

Vintage Tiffany stained glass lamps cast dappled light, leaving trails in the smoke of leaves.

The black security guard stopped Logan as he was about to walk in.

"Excuse me, sir, this is a black bar; white people are not welcome."

"Hey! Show some respect! This is Boss Eddie's distinguished guest!"

Before Logan could speak, Lenny ran out from behind the bar counter.

"Oh! I'm sorry, sir! I didn't know you were the boss's friend! Please forgive my rudeness."

The security guard instantly became extremely respectful, his body even trembling slightly.

"It's okay, I would have done the same."

Logan didn't care; if it were him, he wouldn't let a black person into an all-white bar either.

However, he felt that the name of this leader was somewhat familiar. He had not heard it in the last two years, but during his three years in the military.

Following Lanny's directions, he avoided the dance floor and went up to the second floor via the innermost staircase.

Not a single Black person noticed him; they were all engrossed in a feast for the senses.

"I'll drop you off here. The boss wants to talk to you alone."

Relax, he's ruthless to outsiders, but he's quite good to his own people.

For example, all official members of the Blood Gang get to smoke leaves for free; he pays for it.

Lanny left three sentences and returned to the bar counter to continue his work as a bartender.

I never knew he had this kind of hobby.

The man who commands his underlings on the streets during the day is just a bartender here.

Logan took a deep breath and knocked on the door on the second floor, only to find that the door was not locked at all.

"Logan! My friend! Long time no see!"

Inside the room, a Black man in an old American Army uniform opened his arms and gave him a big hug.

Seeing this outfit and that resolute, familiar face, Logan finally remembered who Eddie was.

His comrade-in-arms, a veteran with more than 10 years of military experience, was his companion in the last military operation.

In that accident, he saved Eddie's life, preventing him from dying from the Middle Eastern man's backpack bomb.

"I never expected to see Eddie again; he'd become a high-ranking member of the Blood Gang."

No wonder the Blood Gang wanted to recruit this white guy from the original body.

"Long time no see, Eddie. I never expected the Bloods' boss in Vanguard Square to be you."

"What? Lenny didn't say?"

The two looked at each other, and Eddie got the answer from Logan's puzzled expression.

"Damn Lenny, I'm going to punish him by not letting him draw any free leaves for a month. If he had told me sooner, you probably would have come already."

Eddie took Logan's hand and pulled him to a single sofa by the fireplace in the room, while he sat on another one.

Logan then had the opportunity to observe his surroundings.

The stove was burning brightly, and the whole room felt very hot after the door was closed, but he did not take off his jacket and made a point of keeping it combed.

He was still unsure whether his old comrade-in-arms was truly loyal.

After all, the original owner of this body had been wandering for a whole year, right under his nose and in his own territory.

Instead of being kicked out of the house and then having his food and lodging taken over.

We shouldn't be too critical, but we should be clear about the difference between interests and sentiments.

In the very center of the room, there was a huge sand table, covered with various Warhammer toys.

However, the organization is chaotic, and you can even see Ultramarines and Nurgle demons fighting against the Eldar.

"You like Warhammer too, Eddie?"

"Yes, war-themed games, playing with those red and blue characters fighting, always remind me of my experience in the military."

I remember you really enjoyed playing Warhammer games after you got out of the military, didn't you? Want me to get you a set?

Logan looked into Eddie's eyes and sensed something was off.

Aside from the bitch who took over the house, no one knew that the original owner liked playing Warhammer games.

Eddie would never have contact with a woman who was having an affair with the Cripples.

"He investigated me; he's been keeping an eye on me ever since I was discharged from the military."

The feeling of suddenly realizing you're being spied on is very unpleasant.

"Forget it, my current situation isn't suitable for playing these kinds of games."

Logan gave a wry smile.

"I just found out you're homeless. That idiot Lenny didn't tell me at all. I'm going to punish him by making him go three months without free leaf cigarettes!"

Eddie clenched his fist and slammed it on the sofa armrest, making it look very convincing.