America? No, it's the warp!

"It's not too late to prepare now."

Logan extended his right hand, his face full of sincerity.

Henry slapped his hand away and changed the subject:

"Now I understand why the boss transferred the shares to you. You solved such a big problem and quickly recovered hundreds of thousands of dollars. 7% of the shares is a small amount."

"I think so too."

The two didn't chat much; Henry had to go back and handle some chores, while Logan had a talk with the mayor.

[Quest Obtained: Meet the Primarch]

Your heroic actions in capturing members of the Slaanesh Order have earned the approval of Primarch Robert Guilliman. He has decided to have a conversation with you to assess your character. If he deems you capable, he may allow you to participate more deeply in the process of consulting with the Chaos Order.

Note that Guilliman was a pure pragmatist who abhorred empty talk, formalities, and bureaucracy.

[Winning Guilliman's approval]

[Reward: +100 Merit Points]

The deputy director vacated his office to be the location for the conversation.

As soon as the door opened, Mayor Trump was standing by the window, looking at the street scene outside the police station, lost in thought.

"Logan, come here. What can you see in the street view through the window?"

The mayor did not turn his head; his voice was calm and emotionless.

Logan stepped forward and, through the glass, saw Mexicans loitering at the alley entrance with guns, homeless people gathered together sharing enhancement drugs, and heavily made-up women in short skirts soliciting customers on the street.

And most conspicuously, across the street from the window is "Hetland Education Loan Company".

Khorne, Nagoya, Slaanesh, and Twisted Felix.

At first glance, all that could be seen was chaos.

"Violence, decay, depravity, capital."

Logan recounted the chaos on the streets of Seattle with a blank expression.

"Very good, you're not a flatterer. I've asked many people before, and they all say that everything is vibrant and full of life."

"But if given the chance, most people would choose a different way of life."

The mayor pointed to the four places Logan had just seen.

"M-13, a Latino gang, is known for its extreme brutality and bloodshed, using violence to extort protection money from shops and service businesses throughout Seattle."

"The Bloods, a black gang, have booster sales outlets all over South Seattle."

"The Cripples, a black gang, provide shelter for streetwalkers on every street west of Seattle."

"The Italian Mafia, the Washington state branch of the New York Bonova family, specializes in student loan and financial fraud."

"The whole of Seattle is in chaos because of these four gangs."

Good heavens, the Four Little Vendors of Chaos have opened a branch in Seattle, and they've all managed to get involved.

These are all future achievements!

But are they really the only ones who made Seattle this way?

Logan shook his head and offered a different opinion:

"No, Mr. Mayor, they are merely appearances, products born from this chaotic soil, while what truly constitutes this soil..."

Under the mayor's slightly surprised gaze, he pointed upwards.

The mayor looked at the ceiling, hesitated, and spoke in a low voice:

"Is someone on the ceiling?"

Americans just don't understand this area!

"I mean, it's because of the policies implemented by the ruling party and the sophisticated self-interest of the upper class that this country has been shaped, rather than being treated as a nation or a private property for making profits."

The mayor was no longer surprised; instead, a smile appeared on his lips.

"I didn't expect you to have such insight; our views coincide in some ways."

He sat down in the chair and pointed to the chair opposite him:

"Please have a seat. Now that the introduction is over, let's get to the main topic."

Logan sat down, and the mayor said:

"I know you're a veteran, and I know you have close ties with the Blood Gang leader. This robbery case must have something to do with him."

He then changed the subject.

"But none of that matters. Zain has told me about you, and he speaks very highly of you, which is certainly true from your perspective."

"I heard you had some trouble with your veteran's benefits, so to show my sincerity, I used some of my mayoral privileges to help you with this matter."

As he spoke, he glanced at the time on his watch.

"It should be done now."

Within five seconds, Logan's phone rang.

"Hey? Lucy, what's up?"

The surprise on the other end can even see through the phone screen:

"Good news! The director suddenly decided to take over your case personally today. He not only transferred your veteran's pension back to your name, but also increased it to the highest level of $5000. He even filed a lawsuit against your ex-wife on behalf of the entire firm. Now, just provide your bank card number, and the money will be deposited into your account on time every month."

Logan gave his card number and then hung up the phone.

Without any complicated procedures, getting things back on track only requires a single sentence.

That is power.

But actually, this is how it should have been. Logan's veteran's benefits were rightfully his; it's just that he's only now actually receiving them.

"Thank you, Mr. Mayor."

"You're welcome. The discharge pay was rightfully yours; I just expedited the process."

Mayor Trump paused, his tone becoming somber.

"If all these gangs are eradicated, I can focus my attention on projects that improve the welfare of citizens, and cases like yours will decrease significantly."

I'd love to give you some authority in this area, but you need to prove your abilities first.

I've read Stephen's report and also happened to see the activities you participated in in Chinatown. Your personal combat skills are beyond doubt, but you still need to prove that you can take on a gang.

You have a conflict with the Crippled Gang, so you can start by dealing with them. The Seattle West Precinct will provide you with the necessary assistance.

how?"

Logan didn't hesitate and extended his right hand:

"I will give you a satisfactory answer. In the near future, the Crippled Gang will disappear without a trace in Seattle."

Of course, you should accept the olive branch extended by an important person.

Power is necessary until absolute dominance is achieved.

The mayor's face lit up with an appreciative smile, and he extended his right hand as well:

"Very good, I like your confidence, and I hope you're not just exaggerating."

It wasn't really about confidence. If he didn't care about the consequences, Logan could have assassinated all the high-ranking members of the Crippled Gang one by one, and the rest would have naturally scattered like birds and beasts.

Stepping out of the office, Logan felt a sense of hope for his entire life.

Power, wealth, and authority are all beckoning to him in each tomorrow.

As soon as he stepped outside, he encountered Stephen, who was waiting at the door.

"How did it go? What did the mayor say to you?"

Logan packaged it:

"They praised my character highly and encouraged me to work hard, saying that I will definitely achieve great things in the future."

Stephen thought for a moment:

"It sounds like the deputy director told me. Anyway, the interrogation of those black guys has yielded results."

Logan perked up; these black men's testimonies would be very useful.

"What did they vomit?"