America? No, it's the warp!

As Logan left the bar, he was clutching three photos of the crippled gang robbers.

Eddie was willing to provide the vehicle, but not the guns and ammunition; he didn't want to escalate the situation.

We need to make good preparations to capture these three black men.

We need a vehicle; we can't just tow people around—that would be too conspicuous.

We need some help, and Jonah and Sean are just right.

He also needs weapons. He has a knife and a pistol, but no bullets. He needs a gun license to buy bullets.

It's not as good as the [Explosive Pistol] in the system, and the logistics department also has [Sedative Needle Bullets] that can quickly tranquilize, which are perfect for subduing those three.

Then, pretending to be corpse collectors, they put the three people into body bags and took them away.

Back at the tent, the two younger brothers were already asleep. Logan planned to tell them the next day.

He releases a small amount of "slow tide" and "tired tide" to allow himself to enter a sleep state while his body efficiently metabolizes waste, preparing him for tomorrow's peak condition.

At 9 a.m. on October 26, Logan slowly opened his eyes.

His first impression was that he didn't feel sleepy at all.

It's like washing your face with cold water right before you open your eyes.

Extremely clear-headed.

As I stepped out of the tent, my two underlings were waiting nearby, as usual, holding the free food they had just received.

Logan brought this up during breakfast:

"Are you two free in the evenings these next few days?"

The best time to carry out the operation is at night, so as not to attract attention.

"Yes, yes, we're both so bored every night."

"What's wrong, boss? Is there anything we need to do?"

The two underlings remained enthusiastic.

Logan nodded, took out a wad of US dollars from the inside pocket of his jacket, and handed two $100 bills to the two men.

"I need your help with something, and this money is my payment."

The two men neither took it nor replied; their eyes were fixed on what Logan held in his other hand.

That wasn't the look of someone who only cared about money.

Logan looked down and realized that he had taken out the Blood Gang medal along with the banknotes.

Sean spoke, his voice trembling:

"Boss, that...that brass medal...is it Eddie's, the Blood Gang boss's?"

Logan took out the medal, held it in his palm, and showed it to the two of them.

"That's right."

"This is a symbol of the Bloods' status. With it, you'll be treated with the same respect as Eddie by the Bloods in Vanguard Square."

Sean's hands trembled as he wanted to touch the medal, but dared not.

Jonah listened, stunned, his eyes fixed on the medal and the person holding it.

"Boss, you're such a big shot's boss?"

Logan didn't explain; after the two men finished admiring the medals, they put them back in their pockets and made a shushing gesture to keep it a secret.

Showing off too much will only attract people with ulterior motives.

He was holding a total of $200 in bills in the hands of the two men.

"No, no, no, boss, helping you is what we should do, we can't accept this money."

Sean quickly expressed his opinion, and Jonah followed suit.

"Yes, boss, just say what you want to say, there's no need to spend money."

"Stop talking nonsense! Just take it. How can you expect your underlings to work without paying them?"

Logan shoved the money into Sean's arms without a word and began explaining the details of the operation:

"I need your help to catch three members of the 'Crippled Gang,' the same three who robbed Ye Zi's store before."

You don't need to lift a finger, I'll handle them. You just need to help me move things.

I'll get a car; there might be operations any nights these next few days. We'll discuss the details later.

"clear!"

After the meal, Logan didn't rest; he needed to get a gun license first.

Although that thing is sometimes just a useless piece of paper, there will always be times when it is useful in the open.

He took out his phone and called "good guy".

Stephen answered quickly; his police officers were always on standby during working hours.

"Hey! My bro! What brings you to call me? Another black guy you want me to arrest?"

Logan had no intention of telling him the location of the three men, as Eddie had already stated the principles of this operation.

"Then I must apologize, I don't have any new black guys here."

"Haha, just kidding, my friend. You can come find me even without a black guy, so what's up?"

"I want to apply for a gun license. Where should I go to apply?"

"Come to our police station, it's at 810 Virginia Street, at the far north of Pioneer Square. I'll tell my colleague, you don't need an appointment. Remember to bring your state driver's license, but don't bring that gun yet."

Stephen paused for a moment,

"You should be 21 years old by now, right?"

"Of course, I'm 22 this year."

"That's good. It's really hard to tell if you're an adult with your handsome face."

After hanging up the phone, Logan shoved the gun into a hidden corner of the tent.

Just as I was thinking about how to get to the city center, my phone rang again.

It's Lanny.

"Brother Logan, I've brought you the car."

Outside the tent, Lanny was dressed in his usual clothes, but his face showed an unprecedented level of respect.

That medal must have already spread throughout the Blood Gang.

On the street near Pioneer Square, there was an old Mitsubishi used for collecting corpses.

"Sorry, Brother Logan, this is the best car I could get."

Logan took the key.

"Thank you, it's already very good, and it's not conspicuous at all."

After saying goodbye to the three men, he got into the driver's seat of the Mitsubishi, inserted the key, and drove north.

The car had been cleaned spotlessly, and there were even plenty of body bags thoughtfully placed inside.

Watching his departing older brother, Jonah glanced at Lanny, who stood beside him like a wooden stake.

We're all Logan's underlings, so we should be able to talk to each other, right?

"Hey Lenny, why are you being so respectful to Brother Logan?"

Jonah asked jokingly.

Lenny glanced at Jonah as if he were an idiot.

"All the Bloods in Vanguard Square would respect me as much as I do, and every Blood knows that Boss Eddie gave Brother Logan a brass medal."

The last person to receive the medal was Eddie himself, who later became the leader of the Bloods of Vanguard Square.

"You mean, Brother Logan might become the boss of the entire Blood Gang in the future!"

Lanny didn't answer again, and turned to leave the waterfall park.

Jonah was thrilled and tried his best to contain his excitement.

"Jonah, don't make a fuss about this. We all know the boss prefers to keep a low profile."

Sean reminded his potentially foolish companions, while inwardly he felt a surge of relief, thankful that he had found a powerful ally.

810 Virginia Street is the address of the Seattle Police Department's West Precinct, located in the Belltown area, adjacent to downtown and Pioneer Square.

The police station has three floors. From the outside, there aren't many staff members on the first floor, but there aren't any spare police cars either.

Free America, crime every day.

As I entered the police station, my first task of the day began.

[Mission Assigned: Legal Department]

[You have arrived at the Imperial Ministry of Justice, where you wish to obtain a permit for a special type of explosive weapon. Theoretically, there should be no obstacles, but in reality, the Ministry of Justice may have been corrupted by Slaanesh. Make sure you successfully obtain this permit, and beware of lurking Slaanesh followers.]

[Reward: +40 Merit Points]