America? No, it's the warp!

He was the bar owner, and he remained sober.

His words left no room for doubt, and the veterans dispersed, returning to their seats to whisper among themselves.

Logan had finished speaking and went back to continue drinking the rest of his wine.

Do you know what you're doing?

"I asked the bar owner."

"It's nothing, I just wanted to protect my female companions, and they needed an outlet."

Logan replied calmly.

"But what use is it for them to know all this?"

Can they storm the White House or Wall Street?

The boss kept pressing him for answers.

Logan put down his glass and stared into the other man's eyes.

"They are incapable, but they are not alone."

There are many people like this in America.

Today, it is a seed, a spark, that will sprout at the right time and ignite a great fire at the right time.

The boss did not refute.

Will that day ever come?

"It will happen."

He said nothing more, only nodded and left with the following sentence:

"Put this meal on my tab, as an apology for the fright you suffered."

He didn't understand what was being said, but he felt it made sense.

[Mission Completed: Beer Hall]

You successfully averted a conflict with the retired Star Guardians, preventing the situation from escalating and protecting Ms. Lucy.

[Reward: +20 Merit Points]

[Your brilliant speech helped these veteran astral soldiers find their true enemy: the corrupt high command within the High Lord Council and the economic parasites that gnaw at the Empire, planting a seed of truth.]

[Reward: +80 Merit Points]

You've won Lucy's heart.

[Reward: +20 Merit Points]

This time, the chaos was biased, but the merits gained were numerous.

Logan listened to the announcement and noticed the merit reward of 80.

"It seems that actions that could potentially improve the empire will earn more merit."

He looked at the soldiers in the beer hall.

Some of these people were having a heated discussion, while others frequently glanced in his direction with eager eyes.

Perhaps, that day will truly come someday.

"You...you were so handsome just now..."

Lucy had her head down and was fiddling with the remaining fruit in her glass with her fingers.

Logan smiled and accepted the compliment without hesitation.

"I can't let our first date be ruined like this."

"I really enjoyed this date..."

Logan then noticed that Lucy's face was red to the roots of her ears, and she still didn't dare to look up.

"Interesting, why is she blushing?"

"She wasn't like this just now."

Logan's smile deepened; he couldn't miss this golden opportunity to reverse the tide.

He mustered his strength, leaned forward, and deliberately brought his head very close to the ground.

Lucy caught a glimpse of this scene but didn't move, letting him come closer.

Logan stopped at just the right spot, not too close and not too far, and then reached out and tucked a strand of Lucy's hair behind her ear.

"How careless of you, your hair is hanging into the wine glass."

Logan sat back in his chair and made no further move.

The expected thing didn't happen, and Lucy's face turned even redder with shame and anger, her lips pouting even higher.

"We've eaten enough, let's go."

"Let's go then, hmph!"

Lucy's dissatisfaction was palpable. She put on her jacket, quickened her pace for Logan, and left the beer hall without looking back.

Logan didn't follow them; he walked to the gate and glanced back at the veterans.

They fell silent again, watching their companion, whose name they did not know, leave.

"Hey! You should chase after them and kiss them, instead of staring into the eyes of us grown men!"

"That's what the drunkard shouted earlier."

Other veterans were also stirring up trouble, expressing their dissatisfaction with Logan's lack of initiative.

Logan nodded slightly and left the tavern.

Lucy waited outside, not in a hurry to leave.

"How do you plan to leave?"

"Hmph! I don't need you to take me!"

Lucy had her back to him, still angry.

Logan grabbed her arm and pulled her into his arms.

Then he kissed her.

Lucy was shocked and let go of his hands, but did not resist at all.

A few seconds later, she wrapped her arms around the other person's neck.

They lingered for about five minutes before separating.

Lucy wiped the stringy residue from the corner of her mouth; she had just stuck out her tongue.

"Are you feeling better?"

Logan asked with a smile.

"I couldn't be happier right now."

Lucy smiled radiantly.

"So you weren't such an emotional blockhead after all. Then just now...?"

At this point, something came to her mind.

"You were just playing me!"

Logan quickly changed the subject:

"You're going to work this afternoon, right? The Veterans Resource Center is only a few hundred meters away. Let me take you home, and we can go for a walk together."

"OK."

Lucy took Logan's arm, and as they turned around, they caught a glimpse of the tavern's open door.

The place was packed with veterans, and even the bar owner was peering through the door, watching the two of them.

After being discovered, they all nodded in approval, praising Logan's initiative, and then scattered back into the building.

"Speaking of which, are you really a homeless person?"

As the two walked along the road, Lucy asked curiously.

"Everything I said is true. I am currently living in a tent at the waterfall park."

"Why don't you move in with me? My house is quite big, and my family doesn't live with me, so it's very convenient."

Lucy rested her head on his shoulder, already thoughtfully considering his situation.

"Lucy, don't worry about these things. My life on the streets won't last long."

Logan didn't want to live in a woman's house like a gigolo.

Besides, they've only known each other for two days; moving in together is too fast.

Both sides need time to get to know each other.

Logan took the document to the resource center and conveniently obtained a replacement veteran's ID card.

Before leaving, Lucy was still a little reluctant to go.

Are you free tonight?

"I don't get off work until midnight."

"And then what?"

According to American tradition, if you like someone, you should do something about it.

But the problem is, Logan is determined to have an operation tonight.

Because we have enough merit points.

"I happen to have something important to do tonight."

Lucy pouted again.

"I'll call you when I have time."

"Alright!"

She happily returned to her workstation, and her mood remained pleasant throughout the afternoon.

Logan returned the way he came, drove back to Pioneer Square, and then walked quickly back to his tent.

He needed a secluded place to exchange his explosive pistol and bullets.

Logan summoned the panel, and his merit points had reached 440.

He clicked on the logistics department, exchanged for a bomb pistol, and then summoned it.

A pistol about 25cm long appeared in the palm of his hand. It had a metallic texture, a rugged gothic style, and the double-headed eagle of the Empire was engraved on the bronze-gold gun body.

It's very heavy, probably twice as heavy as the pistol Stephen gave him. It would be difficult for an ordinary person to use, but Logan is no ordinary person.

Logan held the explosive pistol in his hand, trying out different grip positions to get a feel for it.

A few dozen seconds later, he realized that the gun was tailor-made for him, its size and weight perfectly suited to his current strength.

He couldn't wait to try it out.

He then went to the logistics department and exchanged for a box of sedative needle bullets.