America? No, it's the warp!

"No, there really is no one else... I swear on my faith in God..."

The black man looked troubled, perhaps because he couldn't produce any new offspring, or perhaps because his fate was being controlled by a powerful figure.

Logan noticed the pendant on his neck and lifted it up to take a closer look.

A cross made of iron.

"A Christian?"

"My whole family are devout Protestants."

"Then why did you join the Crippled Gang?"

"God doesn't give money, God only wants money."

Logan looked at the other person as if he were an idiot.

The emperor will award merits, and chaos will award numerical values.

"You'd believe me if I didn't pay you!"

He pulled out a shotgun and fired a shot into the other man's arm.

After the black man fell into a deep sleep, there was no further sound in the room, suggesting that there really were only four people there.

There must be a fifth one, it just isn't here.

Logan checked the condition of the four black men and confirmed that they were all fast asleep and had no chance of waking up.

He carefully recalled the unusual aspects of the operation.

"The informant was provided by one person, but there are four of them..."

"They also knew I wasn't carrying a gun; only those who were in close proximity to me knew that..."

"And... that coincidentally appearing impact with the water pipe was like a signal..."

Logan realized there was a problem.

"Oh no! There's a mole among us!"

The fifth person was the mole.

Logan quickly ran back to the entrance, where the homeless were still gathered together smoking leaves. The bags they were given out were large and filling, a very good deal.

"Sean! Which eyeliner?"

Sean had no idea what had happened.

"He crawled out of the narrow alleyway. What happened?"

"Damn it! He's the mole!"

Logan didn't explain further, but instead gave instructions to the two men.

"There's another exit inside the passage, very close to our car. In that hidden room, there are four crippled gang members I knocked unconscious. Put them in body bags and carry them into the car."

"Where is that mole?"

"I'll handle it."

Logan didn't linger; he quickly climbed the iron ladder and returned to the ground.

As he emerged from the narrow alley, he used his [Hallucination Premonition] for the last time.

This time, the hallucination wasn't a visual or a auditory one, but rather a whiff.

A type of wine that has a very refreshing taste and a low alcohol content.

It was exactly the same as the refreshing lager he drank at noon.

The "Final Horn" beer hall is nearby.

"An interesting hallucination."

Following the familiar road signs, Logan arrived at the beer hall once again.

At this time, the tavern was even more crowded, and through the frosted glass, you could vaguely see a group of people drinking and dancing inside.

He pushed open the door, and the creaking of the hinges once again drew the attention of the drinkers.

"Another homeless person!"

"Have the homeless struck it rich today? How come they all have money to drink?"

Logan was dressed completely differently than he had at noon, and none of the patrons recognized him.

He walked straight to the bar and sat down next to another homeless person.

"Boss! Give me and the guy next to me a glass of gin each."

The bartender glanced at the two of them, lingering on Logan's face for a few seconds, then poured two glasses and pushed them towards him, giving him a few instructions in between:

"Don't break anything."

Logan nodded, took the gin, and drank it all in one gulp.

It has a bitter taste from plant-based ingredients, but it's not strong.

"Why become a mole?"

Logan noticed the eyeliner the moment he walked in.

But he didn't choose to run away. For someone who could take on four black men single-handedly, running away was useless.

Moreover, the other party has quite a few acquaintances here.

He picked up the gin and took a sip.

"My life has been as bitter as this glass of wine."

For three years, I was a mole for the Blood Gang in the territory of the Crippled Gang!

A year ago, the previous leader of the Blood Gang said that I would become the leader based on my merits.

But the new leader has completely forgotten about this.

Even someone like you who isn't a member of the Blood Clan can get that medal I've always longed for.

Logan frowned impatiently; he didn't care about the other person's past.

The previous leader abdicated without explanation, and the new leader failed to remember his contributions, resulting in a mole within the organization for three years.

Each of these events was enough to make the informant betray the Blood Gang, but instead of betraying him earlier or defecting later, he chose to cause trouble just when Logan came to arrest him.

That's where you're wrong.

"My question is, why did you choose to become a mole at this crucial moment?"

The eyeliner drank most of the gin, and most of the bitterness.

"They said that as long as I help you get into the encirclement of those four men, I can join the Crippled Gang without me having to lift a finger and become a small leader immediately."

"snort!"

Logan laughed in anger.

"The Blood Gang lied to you, so do you think the Crippled Gang will keep their promise? They're both cut from the same cloth, both gangs. Only those who are useful will have their promises kept."

"I know, but since the Blood Gang doesn't acknowledge my contributions, I'll retaliate against them."

The man with the eyeliner drank all the wine, wanting to put all the bitterness of his life into it and swallow it all.

He pulled out a dagger from his waist and stabbed Logan in the head.

The movements were slow, even slower than the steps of a drunkard dancing at a nearby table.

It seems like they never really intended to stab him.

Whether Logan wanted to or not, once he made a move, he had to be prepared for a counterattack.

He raised his hand and slammed it onto the bar counter, the violent impact instantly knocking the other person unconscious.

"How much are two glasses of gin?"

The boss came over and glanced at the bar, then complained after seeing that there was no damage:

"I'll treat you again, but since I've treated you twice already, could you please not fight in my bar next time? With that kind of strength, if my bar counter weren't made of solid wood, it would have had a huge hole in it by now."

It turned out that the boss had already recognized him.

"Sorry, sorry, I'll definitely be more careful next time. My friend is asleep, I'll help him up first."

Logan helped up his eyeliner and prepared to leave.

No one questioned him about his relationship with this person.

Because they were just two homeless people, no one cared about their situation.

Logan helped the unconscious informant to the vicinity of the car, where two of his underlings were already waiting.

The four surviving black men were put into an empty space in the car, while the informant was tied up and thrown into the back seat, where he was guarded by two henchmen.

He called Lenny:

"Hey, Lenny, we've caught all the ones from the sewers."

"That group? What do you mean?"

The doubt on the other end didn't seem fake.

"Literally, I encountered four crippled men, one of whom was the one involved in the robbery."

"How could this be? Our informants clearly said there was only one person there."

"That's the problem, Lenny. Your informant has become a mole. I need an explanation. I was almost swarmed and killed by four black guys!"

To put it more bluntly, we might be able to get even more compensation.

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone.

"Okay, Boss Eddie is waiting for you at the back door of the bar. He said he'll give you a satisfactory explanation."

Logan hung up the phone and looked at his two still somewhat excited underlings in the back seat.

"How are you feeling?"

"I'm a little scared. If the mole had escaped, we would have been in trouble. I should have noticed his strange behavior from the beginning."

Sean is filled with regret.

"It's quite exciting; it's my first time participating in something like this."

Jonah, on the other hand, is more easygoing.

"You two did a good job. The problem with the mole is mine. I should have alerted you when he deliberately made the sound of water pipes banging."

Logan acknowledged their contributions and then drove to the back door of the Central Tavern.

Eddie, Lenny, and seven or eight Blood Gang underlings were waiting here.