America? No, it's the warp!

[Strength, honor, and struggle—they're getting better and better at it.]

[Terrorism +1]

[Receive the blessing of Khorne: Forge dense muscles]

[Build Dense Muscles: Through rigorous training and compression, muscle density is increased, enhancing attributes such as strength, hardness, impact resistance, and tear resistance.]

"Thump! Thump! Thump!"

The dull thuds, audible only to Logan, echoed in his mind. His muscles felt as if they were being pounded by hundreds of iron hammers, constantly compressed and solidified into flesh-and-blood alloys with a density exceeding that of the average human body.

If the black man who had just been taken away were to punch him again, and the force was strong enough, his wrist would definitely fracture.

When the opportunity arises, I can test the attribute dimensions of these muscles.

[Striving for fame and fortune is just too much of a chore...]

[Grudge +0]

The filth lying flat...

Why not just stack all the tripods together and lift them up at once?

Slaanesh +0

It's true that you could add more weight, but stacking them together to lift the tripod is still too outrageous.

Slaanesh's ingenious ideas.

[Regarding the use of underhanded tactics]

[Treachery +1]

[Received Tzeentch's Blessing: Momentary Memory]

[Fleeting Memory: All instantaneous memories will be frozen into short-term memories, increasing their maximum duration from two seconds to one minute.]

Logan scanned the alleyway, not consciously trying to memorize the information he saw. He closed his eyes, and the various details his eyes had captured began to be reconstructed in his mind.

Two drops of water dripped from the pipe crack, there was a cardboard box with four holes, and eight layers of foam board were stacked.

Previously, I could only remember trivial information for a second at most, but now I've been forcibly locked in for almost a minute.

Although Tzeentch is very annoying, his Blessing ability is always very useful.

There was also a great blessing from the emperor, which was just enough to cover his merits.

Logan summons the control panel:

[Host: Logan]

[Rank: Private]

[Merit Points: 600]

[Psionic Power: 50]

【chaos

Khorne: 6 (I'm not human anymore!)

Nurgle: 6 (In terms of appetite, he might be able to rival a certain Primarch)

Slaanesh: 6 (A keen ear that can detect more beautiful sounds in the dead of night)

J-7: (A brain is a good thing)

【Skill:

Pulsating pus (accumulation of filth)

Hallucinations and Precognition (Tzeentch)

He then opened the logistics department and redeemed the [Eye of Insight].

[Eye of Insight: A Primarch's ability to see the true nature of anyone and discern their chaotic inclinations and loyalty. Once redeemed, it will descend as an Imperial Blessing, which can be turned on and off at will. Requires 600 Merit Points.]

At the bottom of the panel, a new [Eye of Insight (Emperor)] has appeared.

"Boss! How is it?"

Jonah ran over from the alleyway; he had been waiting nearby. Logan hadn't let them participate in the fishing for the Hooded Man.

"Easy to get it."

As Logan spoke, he activated his [Eye of Insight] to observe Jonah.

Jonah: The Orc Gun-wielding Kid

Loyalty: 8 (What is an empire? I only know the boss)

Khorne: 24 (Racial Talent)

[Nurgle: 17 (Hope for tomorrow)]

Slaanesh: 38 (Tobacco Addict)

Tzeentch: 0 (A bit stupid)

……

This ability is really good; it can concretize some of a person's characteristics.

However, this zero Tzeentch is a bit too realistic.

"Boss, is there something on my face?"

Jonah touched his face, trying to find if anything was wrong.

"No, no, I just suddenly feel that you are a reliable person."

Logan gave a perfunctory answer.

"Okay, help me get the trophy into the car."

"Alright, boss!"

Jonah happily picked up the trophy from the ground and walked towards the car parked at the alley entrance.

Sean, on the other hand, came from another direction.

"Boss, no one is intentionally moving in this direction. It seems the Crippled Gang hasn't arranged for anyone else to be his bodyguard."

"Yes, you did a good job. He's a bit better than the previous ringleader."

Logan used [Eye of Insight] on Sean again.

Sean: The Orc Technician Kid

Loyalty: 3 (Empire? Ha!)

Khorne: 6 (Not good at killing)

[Negulous: 4 (Unwilling to Fall)]

Slaanesh: 34 (Yearning for Success)

Tzeentch: 45 (This is a pretty good intelligence among Ork)

Ok……

That assessment isn't too wrong; I didn't expect Sean to actually be so smart.

One point is worth noting:

A Black person's traits of not being content with mediocrity and yearning for success boil down to two possibilities.

The first type is someone involved in organized crime who wants to rise to the top by any means necessary, just like Eddie. However, Sean is not good at killing, so this type can be ruled out.

Another possibility, which seems less likely, is that Sean may have attended university and possess a certain level of knowledge, but did not receive the job he deserved.

"Sean, did you go to college?"

Instead of pondering, ask directly.

Sean touched his brilliantly bald head sheepishly:

"Attended South Seattle College, majoring in Computer Science..."

No wonder he's a technician; his computer is mechanical too.

"So how did you become a homeless person?"

"Student loans I can't repay..."

"Got it!"

Logan nodded, ending the sad topic.

Student loans, defaulting on debts, homelessness, and job loss—it's all interconnected.

On the way back, Logan opened a savings account and bought a wallet to store his documents and change. He couldn't keep carrying the more than $4000 in cash with him all the time.

On the way, he called Lanny to let Eddie know what was going on here, and they arranged to meet at the Central Bar.

It was noon, and the bar was almost empty. Logan went up to the second floor alone, leaving his underling to wait on the first floor.

The doors on the second floor weren't locked.

As soon as the door opened, a warm current wafted in, and a small fire was burning in the room.

Eddie, wearing a bathrobe, was sitting on the sofa scrolling through Douyin.

"200kg! His score is 200kg! The champion is born!"

Logan immediately used [Eye of Insight].

Eddie: Leader of the Nurgle Order

[Loyalty: 23 (He really likes this corrupt empire)]

Khorne: 35 (Violence is necessary for domination)

[Nurgle: 65 (Give him a shot, and he'll enjoy himself for a day)]

Slaanesh: 43 (That injection will feel amazing)

Tzeentch: 37 (The self-important guy)

Good afternoon, Logan.

Eddie turned off his phone and invited Logan to sit down.

"I saw the competition you participated in. Your performance was outstanding. I never imagined you were so strong."

"Now you know."

Logan had no interest in small talk.

When will I receive my shares?

Eddie was surprisingly agreeable this time:

"I've already spoken to the manager of the Jade Leaf store. You can go to the store anytime this afternoon to sign the contract. It's 7% in total, is that alright?"

Logan thought he would estimate it as 6%, but he didn't try anything funny.

"No problem, just like we agreed."

"In that case, let's discuss further cooperation?"

Eddie was all smiles.

"What? What follow-up cooperation?"

Logan didn't recall them discussing this.

"It's still about the Crippled Gang. The main culprits in the Jade Heist have all been caught. With Terren missing a few of his key men, we should continue to strike hard and cripple him."

Eddie's idea is correct; if Logan were also a member of the Bloods, he would definitely think the same way.

But he doesn't believe that all cooperation must involve negotiating mutual benefits.

This time the collaboration involved shares; what will the next one be?

"So, you want me to assassinate Teren?"

Logan pulled a cheap cigarette from his pocket and lit it.

"This will require a considerable reward."