America? No, it's the warp!

"Um……"

Eddie's face froze for a few seconds as he imagined the scene of Logan's assassination.

With the strength to lift 200kg, he broke Teren's ribs with one punch and shattered his liver with another...

"No, no, no, there's no need for that."

He shook his head quickly.

"If I take down the leader of the rival gang, I'll become the prime suspect because I'll be the biggest beneficiary."

"Oh well."

Logan pursed his lips and continued smoking.

Money is no longer an issue for him; his next step is to take back the house.

To get the house back, you can't avoid getting past Terren, that black guy.

Eddie also has to fight against the Crippled Gang, which is why Logan chose to continue working with him.

"Cough cough... What are you smoking?"

Eddie waved away the smoke; the cheap cigarette smoke choked him. He took a box of cigars from the drawer.

"Monte Cristo II, torpedo, a good one from Cuba, have a taste."

"Oh?"

Logan finished the rest of his cigarette in one gulp, then picked up a cigar and smelled it.

The aroma of dry cedarwood, mixed with a hint of floral and bean notes.

He cut off the end of the cigar, lit it in his mouth, and took a small sip.

The smoke enters the mouth, enveloping the tongue, and the flavors of roasted nuts, coffee, and cream quickly spread across the tongue and nasal cavity.

It's smooth and gentle, and not irritating at all.

"Hmm~ Not bad."

Logan was generous with his praise; gentleness has its own charm.

"If you like it, you can take this box and try your luck."

"That's so good?"

He questioned it aloud, but obediently took the box.

"What's this little bit of food? Can it compare to our brotherhood?"

Logan, matching Eddie's laughter, already anticipated that new demands would soon be made.

"Consider this the opening ceremony for our upcoming collaboration."

Eddie added,

"You don't need to kill Teren. You just need to gather some evidence and put him in jail. This will create a power vacuum so I can take over the Crippled Gang's territory."

"Isn't that a bit too risky? What if we don't take him down and he comes back again?"

"Really, you don't need to. You're being a bit too radical."

Eddie touched his forehead, wiping away some cold sweat.

"So, what is the compensation for this collaboration?"

Logan pressed for an answer.

He doesn't have anything important to do right now except for the house, and the house is something Tren can take care of incidentally.

In America, a person's pursuits are nothing more than money and status.

In terms of status, Stephen mentioned that the mayor of Seattle is preparing to take action against the gangs, and he can then use the incident of dealing with Terren to gain credit and make a name for himself in front of the mayor.

One fish, three ways.

In the Blood Gang, money is the most practical thing to do.

"How about 10% of the shares?"

Eddie asked tentatively.

"That's a bit too little, 13% of the shares, that'll make it exactly 20%."

"make a deal!"

Without a moment's hesitation, Eddie quickly agreed, raising his fist.

"Oh no! We ordered too few!"

Logan reluctantly bumped fists, ending the meeting. After getting a free meal at a bar, he had his two henchmen drive back to Pioneer Square, while he walked to the store.

Because the collaboration continued, he was allowed to continue using the car, and he and Eddie exchanged contact information for easier communication.

At 1:30 pm, it's a good time for a nap, and there aren't many customers in the shop.

George was the security guard at the gate. He only had a friend cover for him for a few hours, since he was paid by the hour and the more he worked, the more money he could earn.

"It's not even 4 o'clock yet?"

George glanced at his phone and asked a question.

"What? Can't I come to buy something?"

When speaking, Logan didn't need to look at the muscleman's bias:

George: The Mortal Support Army of Ultramarines

Loyalty: 67 (Not very knowledgeable about the truth of the Empire)

Khorne: 45 (Muscular but unaware of destruction)

[Nurgle: 62 (Power of the Nine Dragons)]

Slaanesh: 23 (likes fitness)

Tzeentch: 7 (Pointy head)

Good, very balanced values.

"Oh……"

George nodded and stepped aside.

Logan took two steps forward, then stepped back:

Why didn't you ask me for my ID?

"Huh? Oh, please show me your ID."

"Um?"

Logan's tone made a complete 180-degree turn.

"You want my identity too! We've been colleagues for almost a week!"

He kept pointing at George with his finger and walked into the store while the other looked on with a puzzled expression.

Logan picked out two trendy, stylish items; he didn't smoke them himself, but planned to give them to his younger brother.

The cashier was another female employee who had competed with Claire for the afternoon shift when he first joined the company, but had not succeeded.

She was of average looks, not attractive enough, so he wasn't interested.

"30 per pack, $60 in total."

Logan paid the change promptly.

"At $15 a leaf, they must be having an absolute blast!"

Then he walked to the office door and knocked.

"Please come in."

Logan pushed open the door and walked in. Henry was organizing a stack of documents. He glanced up at him:

"Logan, what do you need me for?"

"Didn't Eddie say anything? That unreliable guy."

"Oh, are you very busy right now?"

Logan is a polite person; he should at least wait for the other person to finish their work.

"well……"

Henry put down the documents in his hand, slumped into the chair, and looked utterly dejected.

"I'm not very busy, but my heart is a little aching."

"What happened?"

"It's still about this robbery case. The boss thinks I didn't handle it well and deducted 10% of my bonus..."

?

"Could it be that the 7% stake I received was deducted from Henry's share, while the remaining 3% went into Eddie's pocket?"

"He also killed two birds with one stone, solving the case without spending a penny and even gaining shares."

"What a typical American, he knows how to play the capitalist game."

Logan could only offer words of comfort:

"It's okay, at least you won't have to fill that hole anymore soon."

"Really? You have inside information?"

A slight expression appeared on Henry's face.

"I have a friend who works at the police station..."

The details weren't disclosed; it's best to keep these things confidential.

"That's good, that's good. Oh? What did you want to see me about?"

Logan didn't say anything, but pointed to the files that had just been organized on the table.

He saw it; it was exactly what was used to transfer shares.

Henry held up the document and pointed at it incredulously. Upon receiving a nod in response, his shock was palpable.

"They're actually transferring the shares to you!"

It took him a while to accept this fact.

"The owner of this shop and I used to be comrades-in-arms. I did him a big favor."

Logan tried to make him feel less disappointed.

Henry was a manager with decent character and never criticized his employees.

But these shares are rightfully Logan's; he must take them.

Blame Eddie.

"Here, take a look..."

Logan took the agreement and began to read it carefully:

"The store closes on the 1st of each month to calculate and distribute profits, which are then paid out on the 3rd."

The only important piece of information was that both of them signed their names.

Henry was still trying to comfort himself:

"Sigh...it's also my fault. I didn't have the courage to shoot those crippled gang bastards back then."

Logan patted him on the shoulder:

"Don't be discouraged, Henry. Everything will be alright. Maybe tomorrow you'll hear that they've all been caught, and then within a week, all the money will be recovered."

Before leaving, he glanced at Henry's numbers: