America? No, it's the warp!

"The location of the stolen money, that muscular black guy said, he hid it in one of the crippled gang leaders' houses."

Logan became even more interested.

Once the stolen money is found, it can become strong evidence to convict Terren.

"Can you find it?"

"Hmm...we've marked some properties registered in his name, and we plan to search them today."

"That's feasible. How do you plan to convict the four ringleaders?"

Logan was also quite concerned about this.

Killing Terren was only a last resort; Logan wanted to use the most legally permissible method in the United States to put him in jail.

This way, the crippled gang won't quickly elect a new leader, and can be gradually dismantled and eroded.

The location where the stolen money was hidden can serve as physical evidence, but some witnesses are also needed to prove that Terren was indeed involved in the robbery.

"It will be treated as a typical gang robbery case; they have admitted to their actions."

Logan pressed on:

"I mean, have they implicated any more accomplices, like their leader or something?"

Stephen thought for a few seconds, then shook his head:

"No, I would like to arrest Teren as well, but the one you arrested downtown can tell you all the details of the case; he was the initiator."

"Okay, I understand."

Logan was slightly disappointed, but it wasn't a big deal. Whether Terren was involved or not didn't matter, as long as the four main culprits jointly identified Terren as the mastermind.

However, this is clearly not in accordance with the rules and needs to be raised at a suitable time.

[Mission Completed: Meet the Primarch]

You have earned Robert Guilliman's approval.

[Reward: +100 Merit Points]

Your courage impressed Robert Guilliman.

[Reward: +60 Merit Points]

Why bother with all this pretense? Let's just have a massive, bloody battle!

[Terrorism +0]

[It is recommended to eradicate the Slaanesh Cult altogether, for example, by replacing people's need for Slaanesh with Nurgle's potions.]

[Grudge +0]

Actually, this cult doesn't necessarily need to be eradicated...

Slaanesh +0

Using underhanded tactics is the right thing to do.

[Treachery +0]

The four evil gods each had their own suggestions, but none of them were willing to add points to their stats for free, so Logan chose to stick to his own ideas.

Carrying $7000 in his pocket was really unsafe, so he drove straight to the bank and deposited all the money.

He now has over $11000 in his account, and he also receives $6000 in bonuses and $5000 in veteran's benefits every month, making his monthly income over $10,000.

It's time to find a job that better reflects my value. Being a security guard is too time-consuming, and the hourly wage isn't very high.

He needs a job that offers more freedom and pays more.

What are the types of freelance work in the United States?

Ideally, it should also be related to combating chaos.

There should be some in the underground world; you should ask a professional.

With money in hand, Logan changed his outfit: a black trench coat, turtleneck sweater, trousers, and Doc Martens, so he wouldn't be easily spotted in the dark, which would help him pursue a freelance career in the future.

I got a brand new iPhone, only $1000, not expensive. Kieran's old phone should be retired.

It was noon, and Logan neither returned to the waterfall park nor went to any of the restaurants.

He needs to go home; there are more people than just those four black guys from the police station who can serve as witnesses.

Logan drove up to his apartment building, went upstairs, and knocked on the door. Soon, he heard complaints coming from inside.

"Finally back! Why did you take so long?"

Esme opened the door, paused for a few seconds, clearly not expecting the person outside.

Logan didn't waste any more words with her and simply pushed the door open and went inside. Even when he was holding back, his current strength was still something that ordinary people couldn't withstand.

The room is still dominated by blue tones, which is unsettling to look at.

Logan didn't stand on ceremony and went straight to the kitchen to find lunch.

"Wow! Curry chicken rice!"

He filled a large bowl for himself and sat down at the living room table to eat heartily.

He didn't say a word the whole time, as if he had come all this way just for a meal.

"What are you doing here again?"

Esme was all alone, and at that moment he dared not stand or sit, so he just stood there frozen behind the door.

She was clearly afraid that Logan would retaliate violently.

"What are you doing? Are you kidding me?"

Logan looked up from his plate.

"This is my house. What's wrong with me going back to my own house?"

Previously, they had to be wary of Terren's crippled gang, but now he's probably busy with the robbery.

No one will stand up for Esme anymore.

Only after Logan said that did she realize how stupid her question was.

She had lived in this house for two years and had subconsciously come to believe that it was her own house.

"Don't even think about relying on that good-for-nothing Terren. He's got a lot of headaches now. Countless police eyes will be watching him."

This sentence became the last straw that broke her back.

Teren hasn't returned since he left yesterday, and he hasn't even answered the phone.

She slumped helplessly to the ground, remaining silent for a long time before finally speaking again:

"Logan...we're still husband and wife...right..."

"Stop!"

Logan immediately interrupted her.

"You know, right now, you're not as important to me as this plate of curry chicken, so don't talk about any more about marital affection. I'm only doing this because of that affection."

His face darkened, revealing a sinister yet benevolent smile.

"And I think you should have received a summons from the court by now."

The mayor personally notified them, so the process will definitely be very fast.

"How did you know? That was clearly a lawsuit filed by the Veterans Affairs Department."

Esme's shock briefly overshadowed her despair.

Logan didn't answer, but poured himself a glass of water and cleared his throat.

But the smile on his lips spoke volumes.

"You actually have the ability to get the entire firm to listen to you..."

Although Esme didn't understand the workings of the veterans' system, she knew the nature of American institutions.

They only bow to power and money, and Logan, until a few days ago, was a homeless man and couldn't possibly have much money.

Could it be power?

Eddie couldn't understand it, but she knew she was in big trouble now.

"$3000 a month, over two years, that's $72000. Can you come up with that?"

Logan put down his water glass, his face full of sarcasm.

A silence fell, but silence was the best answer.

$72000 is no small sum. It's not easy to come up with that much money. The lawsuit is bound to fail. In the end, what awaits her is the court's enforcement action. Her savings will be seized, and her valuables will be auctioned off.

These things are probably not worth that much money. Her final destination will be a garbage dump on the street, which is at least warm.

"Hmph, of course I know you don't, that's why I came to you. If you agree to three requests, I can get the firm to withdraw its lawsuit."

Esme grasped at the straw that appeared:

"Sure! I'll do anything you ask, as long as you withdraw the lawsuit."

She only saw this straw and didn't even consider whether it was real or fake.

Logan's smile widened; to him, withdrawing the lawsuit was merely a verbal promise.