America? No, it's the warp!

In the dark underground passage, there was not a single ray of light, and it was so quiet that you could hear the slow, low dripping of water.

A small gust of wind, carrying the smell of mildew and dampness, brushed past the nostrils of a homeless man.

Already suffering from insomnia due to hunger, he turned over restlessly, making it even harder to fall asleep.

"Snap!"

The sound of a fire being lit came from nearby.

Then something was burning, producing a smell that was a bit sweet and a bit foul...

just like……

leaf!

The homeless man suddenly opened his eyes and used his nose to search for the source of the smell.

Three steps away, a bald, black man was engrossed in the tobacco in his hand, exhaling one puff of intoxicating smoke after another.

"Hey bro! Can I have some leaf cigarettes? I haven't had a puff in ages!"

The homeless man rubbed his hands together, hunched over, and walked up to the bald man, pleading in a low voice.

The bald man's eyebrows drooped as he looked at the other person with surprise.

"Just one bite, please! Brother!"

The homeless man almost knelt down.

"Don't you know there's a nice guy over there handing out tobacco leaves?"

It turns out the bald man wasn't surprised by his request.

"What? Really? Where?"

"It's near the entrance to that narrow alley. You'll see when you get there. They're giving out big bags to everyone."

"I'll go right now! Thanks, bro!"

After the homeless man walked away, Sean stubbed out his cigarette and walked to the next spot where the homeless man usually lingered.

At the same time, Jonah was on another side street, using similar tactics to lure homeless people scattered in different places to the same location.

They all went to the same secluded room.

The homeless man found the bustling area by feeling around and relying on his memory.

There are actually people distributing leaves here!

He squeezed through the crowd, took a packet from a man in a tattered coat, and eagerly started smoking.

"These leaves are from a corner. I can't smoke them all by myself, and they won't last long, so I'm sharing them with my neighbors."

"But I have only one request! They must be smoked here, not elsewhere, otherwise it will be easily discovered."

Logan handed out cigarettes to every homeless man present, exchanged a glance with Jonathan Shawn who had completed his task, and handed the place over to the two of them.

He needs to get down to business.

He also gave the remaining leaves to the Blood Gang's informants here. These leaves were provided by the Blood Gang, and he had obtained them under the pretext of evacuating the crowd and reducing the number of witnesses.

Eyeliner took the leaf, grinned, and lit one up herself.

"Hey boss, I heard you have that medal, can I take a look?"

Logan raised his left eyebrow:

"Fine, there's nothing I can do about it, there are always so many people who love to watch it."

He took out the medal and, by the light of the fire, made sure the other person could see it clearly.

"Oh my god, it's true..."

Is this Eddie's ultimate approval?

How enviable...

I've been working for the Blood Gang for three years, always staying in the Crippled Gang's territory. I wonder if I'll ever get it...

He stared intently at the eyeliner.

"Of course it's true."

Logan put away his medal.

"Alright, I have to go take care of some business. You should find somewhere to hide too."

The eyeliner was somewhat disappointed, but it obediently continued to slowly push into the darkness.

"Thump!"

A dull thud of a water pipe hitting the ground came from the direction he was retreating.

"It's okay! This smoke is strong! I just bumped into it accidentally!"

Logan frowned and shook his head.

"An unreliable black guy is better off not causing trouble."

The lame gang members always hid in a secret room deep inside that passage, and according to our informant, there was only one of them.

Logan brought up the mission panel, and the mission had already begun after he exchanged a code with his informant.

[Quest Obtained: Slaanesh in the Air Raid Shelter]

A few days ago, the Slaanesh Cult launched a surprise attack on the battlefield command post. At the call of the Ministry of Justice, you led two of your Astral Army soldiers to hunt down one of the Slaanesh cultists hiding in a bunker.

[Some local residents are also hiding here. To prevent any disturbance, it is recommended that they be evacuated before any arrests are made.]

[Reward: +40 Merit Points]

He released a small amount of "dryness" to make his nerves sufficiently active.

Who knows what else is lurking in the darkness? Perhaps a few black ghosts will suddenly appear.

In this passage, about 20 homeless people were all attracted to the entrance by the leaves, and no one else appeared along the way.

The darkness constantly consumed the faint light emitted by the lighter, and the sound of liquid dripping from the water pipe echoed. If it weren't for the faint scent of leaves in the air, it would be hard to believe that there were other people here.

Logan approached the hidden room but didn't rush in.

He wants to have his fortune told.

The hallucination provided a scene: the Mitsubishi he had driven there, with five full body bags piled up in the open area behind it.

"Five? I knew it wouldn't be that simple."

Logan wasn't too worried; the enemy only had five men, while he had twelve rounds of ammunition.

He reached the doorway of the room, which had no door, took out a handful of leaves, lit them, and threw them inside.

Then he summoned the explosive pistol, ready to launch a surprise attack at any moment.

A few seconds later, a commotion erupted.

"Where did these leaves come from!"

"Damn it! Quiet! Don't let that guy find out!"

Using the firelight, Logan pinpointed the location of the sound and saw two writhing black figures.

He rolled to the center of the room and fired a sedative needle bullet in each of the two directions.

The two black men collapsed to the ground with a thud before they could even utter a sound.

"Damn it! How did he get a gun!"

Another black guy has given away his location.

Logan lunged to the side of the enemy's cover and fired a finishing shot, plunging the enemy into a peaceful slumber.

Logan stood up, hearing hurried footsteps beside him, and a dark shadow with a silver sheen flashed toward his gun-wielding hand.

The blade grazed the back of my hand, leaving a deep cut, but no blood was drawn.

"Want to play with knives?"

Logan shook his hand, recalling the bomb gun to his waist, and drew his combat knife with his other hand.

They also struck a pose.

The black guy on the other side initially hid in the innermost corner, pretending to be asleep, preparing to launch a sneak attack.

Unfortunately, his companions were all bewitched by the leaves, and their well-prepared encirclement turned into a sudden and devastating defeat.

The black man moved, the tip of his knife pointing straight at his throat.

Logan raised his combat knife horizontally, intending to block the thrust.

But when the black man was only half a step away from him, he should be careful.

He delivered a side kick to his opponent's abdomen, deflecting the blade and completing a counterattack.

"Who said I'd play with knives with you? I don't use guns to save bullets. Don't you know how to use your legs? You idiot!"

Logan stepped forward, disarmed the man, grabbed him by the neck, lifted him up, and demanded:

"Where's your buddy? Make him come out here, all dressed up!"

"Hmm... there's no one else... there are only four of us..."

The black man answered honestly, clearly frightened by the kick.

"Stop talking nonsense! I said you have a partner, and that's it! You'd better give birth to one right here and now, or I'll shoot you too."

Excuses are useless; foresight is never wrong.

The black man had no idea that the bullet was for tranquilizing; he only saw his companion fall down without uttering a sound and never get up again.