America? No, it's the warp!

[Fresh blood, and blood from battle, very good.]

[Terrorism +1]

[Blessed by Khorne: Courage erupts]

[Courage Unleashed: The power of courage begins to materialize. As long as you're not a coward, when muscle strength reaches its peak, the explosive power of the muscles will become twice the maximum power.]

True to his name as the god of courage, Khorne's power began to drive Logan further and further away from the ordinary.

But this is a good thing.

How can ordinary people punish the demons, aliens, and heretics wreaking havoc in the American empire?

Logan clenched his fist tightly, feeling something that existed only in his will coalesce in his muscles, making them even more powerful.

"Don't forget, come find me here around midnight. We'll go to that bar for drinks, Stephen's on the house."

Logan parked the car near the Leaf store. As his two underlings got out, he reminded them that they had also contributed, and Stephen wouldn't be stingy with his efforts.

As they reached the store entrance, he stopped George again, who was about to leave.

"Wha...what is it?"

George's body trembled. He had been living in fear these past few days, afraid that this mysterious and muscular man in front of him might find someone in some dark place to ambush him.

Just like he used to do.

A bench press of 150kg means that a punch can deliver at least that weight. If you were hit by that kind of force, you would probably be lying down for a long time.

George's biggest regret was listening to his two bad friends' advice and staging a hero-saves-the-damsel-in-distress act to win her heart.

Who knew they would offend such a powerful figure?

"I've found something I need you to do."

Logan took out his phone, scrolled through a browser page, and then showed it to him.

"Seattle's Chinatown will be hosting the 'King of Lifting the Tripod' event on October 28th at Xinghai Plaza. The champion will win a prize of $1888. All Seattleites are welcome to participate."

"I've heard about this event. What do I need to do?"

George couldn't refuse, otherwise the next request might be something impossible to fulfill.

Logan leaned close to his ear and whispered a few words.

George nodded slowly:

"I will take time off to attend this event."

Logan patted him on the shoulder and made a promise:

"Very well, young man, once this matter is over, we'll be even."

Halloween is approaching, and the temperature is starting to drop. Today is another cloudy day with no sunshine. All the employees at Yezi Store are wearing thick clothes. Manager Henry no longer insists on wearing uniforms, only requiring the employees to wear aprons immediately.

So Logan didn't even need to change out of his work clothes.

It was too cold, so the number of customers decreased slightly. Many people were willing to ignore the cold wind for the sake of this enjoyment. When they inhaled that puff of smoke, all the coldness was suppressed by dopamine.

There haven't been any troublemakers for several days.

Stephen was still on duty across the street. He told me that the deputy director was dealing with the arrested blacks. He would occasionally wander to the store entrance to chat with Logan.

Every time I come here, the black people in line automatically hunch their shoulders, whether they are street thugs or white-collar workers in suits.

During his work lunch, Logan unusually ate his meal inside the shop; he was no longer bothered by the leaves, and it was dark and cold outside.

"Hey! Logan!"

Manager Henry, carrying a lunchbox, sat down opposite him.

"Are you close to that policeman?"

Logan took a bite of food and gave a vague answer:

"We're fairly familiar with each other."

"Could you please ask me how the jade robbery is going? If the stolen cash isn't recovered by the end of the month, I'll have to make up for the loss temporarily by the end of the month. Where am I going to get that much money?"

Henry looked worried and barely touched the bowl.

Logan didn't rush to answer, mentally calculating whether the other party actually had the money.

If we assume the manager's salary is $10000 a month, and considering that a person's normal monthly expenses in Pioneer Square are around $4000, then Henry could save $72000 a year, barring any unforeseen circumstances.

But all that money could be spent on a single illness.

Living in America, how is it possible to not get sick even once a year?

So there really isn't that money.

If he overdrafts his credit card to get this money and it expires, he will default on his debts, lose his job, lose his house, and end up on the streets as a homeless person.

But if he doesn't take responsibility for this loss, he might skip some steps and lose his job directly.

"I just asked, and there's been a lot of progress. We expect to catch all the main culprits by the end of the month, and the stolen money should be recovered within a few days."

Logan comforted the poor man, explaining that the other party was willing to give him a chance while he was unemployed. Although he couldn't reveal the details, he could give a brief overview of the situation.

"Really?"

Henry beamed with joy, his large beard unable to conceal the corners of his mouth.

"When did the Seattle Police Department become so efficient?"

"The police officer outside the door, as well as the deputy chief of the Seattle West Precinct, are very interested in this case."

"Really? Then I'll have to do something about it."

Henry left with his tray, took a few packets of trendy gadgets from the counter, walked outside, and half-heartedly stuffed them into Stephen's arms.

Six hours later, as he was leaving get off work, Logan stepped out of the store and saw a crowd waiting for him.

Ahead stood Stephen under a streetlamp, waiting to invite Logan for drinks.

On the left are Jonah and Sean, who just arrived; they've also gone for drinks.

On the right is Claire, waiting as usual.

Seeing him leave, Claire spoke first:

"Are you... free tonight, Logan?"

"Um... is there something you need?"

Whether I have time or not depends on the situation.

"I was thinking... inviting you to relax a bit, maybe have a drink or something..."

Claire kept her head down, avoiding Logan's eyes, as if it were something too shameful to talk about.

Sometimes, Logan felt that she wasn't quite like a real American girl.

But when you think about how Claire did nothing but study in college and had a tragic family background, it all seems very reasonable.

She's just a bit introverted; at least she's not autistic or mentally ill.

"Wait a moment, I need to talk to you about something."

Logan pulled Stephen and his two underlings aside and subtly explained why he couldn't go drinking that night.

"No, buddy!"

Stephen looked on with envy and jealousy.

"We had this planned out, so you just forget about your brothers when you see your sister?"

However, his eyes darted around and a wicked idea popped into his head. He had heard from the deputy director that yesterday at noon, Logan had taken a beautiful black-haired girl to the pub.

Not the blonde one from today.

"Since we're both drinking anyway, let her come along. I'll treat her to both, that way we can both have a meal together."

"You're truly my best brother!"

Logan wanted to do the same, but he was afraid they wouldn't agree.

In the beat-up Mitsubishi, Logan was driving, and Claire was in the passenger seat. She had agreed to the arrangement, and with so many people drinking together, she didn't feel awkward at all.

Three other men were sitting in the back row, whispering among themselves.

"Hey! What are you guys talking about? I feel like I'm being thoroughly roasted!"

While waiting at a red light, Logan turned around and asked.

"No, no! We were talking about your heroic actions when you fought the crippled gang!"

Logan was a little confused by the three men's seemingly genuine yet feigned smiles.