America? No, it's the warp!

The second main culprit was the one caught in the underpass. As soon as he entered, in addition to the coffee that smelled like cat poop, Logan also smelled the other person's stench, the kind of body odor that comes from not having showered for at least a week.

Black people naturally have a strong body odor, and after the robbery, they hid in the underground passage to "curse" themselves. If it weren't for the low temperature in the room, Logan could smell the odor from a hundred meters away.

He also glanced at the numbers first:

[Jansen: A follower of the Cult of Asma and the Slaanesh Cult]

Loyalty: 24 (This reflects his former faith in the God of Machines)

[Thorness: 56 (Killing means nothing to him)]

[Nurgle: 64 (Sometimes he also grew tired of this life and longed for peace)]

[Sravana: 43 (lust for money)]

[Tzeentch: 34 (Not bad among similar theories)]

A believer in both faiths?

It turns out that the system believed Christianity to be a mechanical religion.

"Jensen, the gunman in the jade robbery, was also the direct killer of the security guard."

Jason looked up, his eyes as cold as the air in the room.

"Oh, it's you, the one in the underpass. What, have the police become so incompetent that they need the Blood Gang to interrogate us?"

The words may be crude, but the principle is sound; however, Logan cannot simply admit it.

"You've misunderstood, Jason. I'm here to help you."

Before the other person could react, Logan began to recount what had just happened, as if he were gossiping.

"Poor Quinn, he only just found out that he was supposed to be pushed out to take the blame."

With just one sentence, Jason was silenced. It was clearly not his business, yet it was related to him. He couldn't possibly not know that someone was being pushed out to take the blame.

His tone softened considerably:

"Isn't this standard gang practice? When something happens, someone always has to take the blame."

"Heh, really? If only Quinn had been caught, he would have been the scapegoat, but now? You've all been caught. Who do you think will get the longer sentence?"

It doesn't take much thought; Jason was the one who shot the security guard.

"I'll answer for you, it's you, Jason! That's right, you've all been caught, so you'll have to take the blame!"

Do you still think this is standard gang tactic?

After a mental struggle, Jensen still did not give in:

"As before, I was already mentally prepared when I got the gun."

"Really? I think they were mentally prepared as well."

The three of you are under protection, but the other two are in a house in the city center, playing cards and with women, and hiding in Chinatown, where even the police have difficulty getting in.

And you, hiding in the underground passage, smelling the stench of the sewers, keeping company with rats, and even in Pioneer Square, you have a Blood Gang mole by your side.

You're the second scapegoat after Quinn!

Jason wavered. His three companions weren't actually there to protect him, or rather, he wasn't being protected at all. The three black men were just members of the Crippled Gang that Logan had temporarily called over to ambush him.

A fresh-faced criminal hiding in the sewers is easily spotted by an experienced homeless man.

Silence is the best response.

Logan smelled his body odor again, and he fanned the air in front of him:

"Look at you! Ever since you hid in the sewers, you probably haven't cleaned yourself at all. Now you smell stronger than Limburg cheese. You're not even human anymore. Is this how God taught you to live?"

It was meant as a joke, but Jason's eyes widened suddenly, before he quickly regained his composure.

"I no longer believe in God."

Logan noticed this change, pointed to the pendant Jason was wearing around his neck, and continued digging deeper:

"Really? Then why are you wearing a cross?"

He then contradicted himself,

"No, you must have stopped believing in God. Otherwise, after joining the Crippled Gang, killing countless people, and forcing countless women into prostitution, how could you possibly go to heaven?"

Jason looked somewhat dejected.

"No way! You really want to go to heaven?"

Logan stood up, leaned forward, his sunglasses falling halfway off, and his expression was priceless.

"To be honest, with what you've done, even Satan would boil you in oil in hell."

Jason joined the Cripples Gang for money; believing in Christ required paying money.

He did a lot for the gang, killing many people who stood in his way, finding many fallen women, and receiving some rewards, much more than Quinn.

He donated at least half of that money to a nearby church, where he was even considered one of the most devout believers.

When he prays, he tells God in his heart what he has done, hoping to be forgiven.

If you donate enough money, you will definitely be able to go to heaven.

This self-deceptive delusion has been completely shattered today. Any Christian knows that wrongdoings cannot be made up for with money.

He was just lying to himself.

"However, it's not like there's no chance of salvaging it."

After a long silence, Logan continued to speak.

"This matter is inextricably linked to Terren. In fact, every person you have killed in the past could be said to be his doing, so he is also guilty."

If you identify him as the mastermind behind the robbery, he will be imprisoned and punished accordingly.

I think God and Satan will change their opinion of you.

At least you won't be deep-fried anymore.

People who are used to deceiving themselves will continue to choose to deceive themselves.

In the past, Jason could deceive himself into thinking that he was doing these things to donate to the church.

Now he can also deceive himself, saying that it's all Teren's fault.

That's exactly what he thought.

"Okay, I accuse him. This robbery was all planned by Teren. He was the one who ordered it all."

Jason's eyes regained their firmness, as if he had found a new purpose in life.

The interrogation yielded its first result. Stephen quickly scribbled down his revised notes, detailing how Jason, after the police's earnest admonitions, repented and told the truth.

"Good! Mr. Jason, you made the right choice. May your soul finally return to God."

Logan got up and left, Stephen following closely behind. Once outside, he said:

"He's actually a Christian; we thought the cross was just for decoration."

"It's not your fault. If I hadn't noticed the change in his expression for a moment, I would never have imagined that he, a ruthless, crippled gangster, was actually a true Christian."

Logan explained,

"We turned off his air conditioning and replaced his coffee with regular coffee. We don't need to torture him anymore. He's already on our side."

Just then, another policeman came out of Quinn's interrogation room and reported the situation:

"Quinn has agreed to the identification."

Logan curled the corners of his mouth:

"Great, two left."