America? No, it's the warp!

Mission Completed: Outpost Search

Before the SWAT team arrived, you had already uncovered the stolen goods hidden by the Slaanesh Cult.

[Reward: +60 Merit Points]

In addition to the stolen goods, you also found some appalling photos, which will become crucial evidence in the upcoming trial.

[Reward: +60 Merit Points]

[You, as a passerby, created a reason for the arrival of the SWAT team.]

[Reward: +60 Merit Points]

Before the SWAT team arrived, you had already cleared all obstacles for them.

[Reward: +60 Merit Points]

Following this operation, the foundation of the Slaanesh Cult will be severely shaken, and the SWAT team will thoroughly investigate this matter.

[No blood, bland and tasteless]

[Terrorism +0]

Unfortunately, this is Slaanesh's cult.

[Grudge +0]

Although you didn't take all the wealth, your greed has begun to emerge.

Slaanesh +1

[Blessed by Slaanesh: The ability to sense the breath of the dead]

[Smell the faint scent: Enhanced sense of smell, enabling the keen detection of even the faintest odors scattered in the air.]

Remember to sneak up on someone next time.

[Treachery +0]

Walking down the streets of Queen Anne's Quarter, Logan took a deep breath, the earthy smell and the stench of decaying leaves filling his nostrils, followed by the aroma of ripe pumpkin.

Halloween is just around the corner, and many villas have already started preparing various decorations in front of them:

Pumpkin lanterns were placed at the entrances, pumpkin leaf wreaths hung on the doors, and plastic spiders, black cats, and tombstones were placed on the lawns. Several houses also had fake zombies and skeletons placed at their entrances.

The busy, wealthy people were laughing and chatting, looking forward to the Halloween celebration two days later.

Logan drove to the "One Shot Kill" gun shop to get some bullets for his newly acquired revolver.

Although he can summon the explosive gun at any time, bullets require merit points, which are currently in short supply and need to be used to exchange for Astartes organs and peculiar imperial blessings.

Therefore, it's better to use a real gun if you need to use a gun, since the money isn't very useful. Explosive guns should be used in emergencies when you can't hold a gun.

Two skulls stood at the entrance of the gun shop. Pushing open the door, pumpkins with carved ghost faces were placed on each shelf, and fake spider webs covered the walls.

The bronze medals behind the counter still gleamed.

The air was filled with an even stronger pumpkin aroma, mixed with a faint hint of gunpowder.

Instead of polishing his revolver, the shop owner was meticulously carving a large pumpkin in front of him, emptying the pumpkin pulp all over the counter.

"Good afternoon, sir. What would you like to buy?"

The shop owner carved the final step of the pumpkin's smiling mouth without looking up.

"I'm here to buy some bullets."

Logan walked to the counter.

"Your pumpkin carving skills are pretty good."

"If the hand holding the gun is steady, the hand holding the carving knife will naturally be steady as well."

The boss finished the last step and shifted his gaze from the pumpkin.

"It's you! You've run out of bullets so quickly? Did you use them up in a gang fight?"

"No, no, no, don't misunderstand, I just switched to a different gun, a better gun."

Logan took the Colt Python out of his pocket and placed it on the counter.

The boss's eyes widened instantly, and he reached out to touch the gun, but he managed to suppress his excitement and looked up at the gun's owner.

Logan nodded.

With permission, the boss picked up the revolver with both hands, examined the work of art from all angles, then weighed it in his hand, looked at the chamber, and even smelled the gun.

"A nearly brand-new Colt Python, worth over $5000 on the market, requires maintenance with Hope No. 9 barrel cleaner and Blake 3-in-1 gun oil, as well as a brass rifling brush, a nylon toothbrush..."

After he explained the complete maintenance process, he looked up and saw Logan's bewildered expression, clearly knowing nothing about maintenance.

"If you don't know how, you can bring it to me next time, and I'll give you a 20% discount."

"Okay, now get me two boxes of .357 ammunition."

Since seeing the brand-new python, the boss's attitude has become much more familiar.

People who like the same model of revolver are bound to become friends.

"JHP hollow-point bullets, capable of killing an enemy with a single shot at close range, 50 rounds per box, $40 per box, $80 in total."

Logan took out his wallet, pulled out his bank card, swiped it on the store's POS machine, and then put the two packs of bullets into his pocket.

"I saw the press conference this morning. I didn't expect you to be going against the crippled gang lately."

The shop owner mentioned it casually, as if he didn't care much, as if he were talking about how the store next door had been sold for free yesterday.

"I had a minor conflict with them."

Logan didn't explain much; these things didn't have much to do with the boss, the former leader of the Blood Gang.

"I don't know what you're going to do, but I suggest that whatever you do, never let the Blood Gang have a monopoly."

The boss's gaze grew increasingly deep, as if he were recalling a past event.

This statement might be debatable if made by someone else, but it carries significant authority when made by the former leader of the Blood Gang.

In all of Seattle, besides Eddie, he was the one who knew the Bloods best.

"Once Eddie has used you to completely destroy the Crippled Gang, he'll discard you, you dirty glove. He'll either let you commit a crime and send you to jail, or he'll use some means to make you disappear from Seattle forever, becoming a cog in the corpse trade."

"Thank you for reminding me, I will keep that in mind."

Watching Logan's departing figure, the boss's eyes hardened again. He took out his Colt Python and continued polishing it.

As Logan drove past the Emerald Leaf store, he glanced at the two young men acting as security guards from afar.

They were dressed in uniforms and carefully checked every customer who wanted to buy leaves, leaving nothing out.

If given a chance, many homeless people would cherish it like they do.

If Manager Henry agrees, the security work could be transferred to the two of them.

$200 may not be much to them, but it is a huge sum of money.

My phone rang when we arrived at the waterfall park.

"Feed? Stephen?"

"Hey Logan, are you free right now?"

"have."

"Then come to the Final Horn Bar. The deputy director has something to discuss with you."

There was a two-second pause on the other end of the phone, then the voice lowered slightly.

"It's about Teren."

"Okay, I'll go right away."

Logan made a turn and headed back north of Pioneer Square.

If it's related to Teren, then it must be related to bringing Teren down. Perhaps the deputy director also has this idea?

The afternoon's final horn bar was nearly empty; most of the patrons had probably gone home to rest for a while and would come back in the evening for another round.

At the entrance of the pub, a Latina woman dressed in a bartender's uniform was hanging pumpkin decorations on the door.

Welcome!

Upon seeing someone arrive, she timidly uttered welcoming words.

Logan nodded and pushed open the door to enter the tavern.

"Squeak~"

The metal hinges attracted the attention of everyone in the tavern; the deputy director, Stephen, and several drowsy patrons all looked over.