America? No, it's the warp!

In the tent area of ​​the waterfall park, Logan was packing his few belongings, preparing to leave this place that belonged to the homeless.

He was actually out of the killing line.

He possesses all the necessary identification documents, owns a house, has a job, shares in a shop, and has a rather unique business.

As evening approached, the sun cast its last rays of light and heat across the sky, and the homeless gathered in sunny spots to absorb the free warmth.

During the day, they try every means to obtain heat, and at night they do their best to retain it. If any step goes wrong, the Blood Gang's corpse trade will have one more item.

Logan glanced at the weather forecast, which said there might be moderate rain tomorrow or the day after.

Whether it's day or night, it will be a harvest. Logan doesn't need to make that much money, but he can tell his two underlings this news and remind them to keep warm.

Some homeless people noticed Logan packing his things, but looked away after only a few seconds.

What this notorious gang member does has nothing to do with homeless people, and besides, thinking also requires energy.

There might be some usable items left after they move away, but the chances of finding them are slim. Various homeless communities have been constantly eyeing that area.

Logan stuffed whatever he could use but didn't really need, such as newspapers, twigs, and disposable paper cups, into his two underlings' tents.

He had no reason to leave these things to these homeless strangers, and his two henchmen would also be staying on the streets for a while longer.

After packing up the last tent and stuffing it into the van, he drove to his apartment, 604, at 46 Jessler Avenue, Pioneer Square.

Esme has already moved out. It's been about 5 hours since noon, which is plenty of time. After all, none of the furniture and appliances belong to her. She only needs a few suitcases to take everything with her.

Opening the door, the living room remained largely unchanged; the blue decorations and the posed wedding photos were still in their original places.

Logan was annoyed, so he threw all the pure blue objects and things with Esme's image in the house into the trash can downstairs.

It took another hour of deep cleaning to remove all the remaining traces.

After settling in, he changed his clothes and went to an alley next to the apartment building to meet with Esme and discuss his third request.

Roger's idea was simple: to squeeze every last drop of value out of her so that she would also be one of those who accused Terren in court, and he could come up with any reason he wanted.

This would garner more support from the jury, who tend to prioritize sentiment over law; a woman would have an advantage in this case.

Besides, this might cause her and Teren to fight like dogs, pointing fingers at each other, which would make things even more interesting.

The wait was too boring, so Logan took out a pack of ordinary cigarettes that were of medium price. Cigars were too inconvenient to carry around, and his throat became sensitive after smoking one, so he could only smoke something mild.

"Snap!"

The gilded lighter spewed blue flames, undeterred by the cold wind blowing through the alley, as it lit a cigarette.

"Phew~"

Nothing feels better than a cigarette after a busy day.

When the cigarette was half gone, a shadow stretched extremely long by the sunlight appeared in front of me.

Esme finally arrived, wearing a black hoodie, her hands in the front pockets, her head down, making it impossible to see her face.

"You're finally here. What took you so long?"

"Ah... I'm tidying up my new place..."

She was a little nervous, but that's normal; ordinary people would naturally be nervous when they encounter someone in a position of absolute authority.

It would be strange if you weren't nervous.

"I see. You've fulfilled the first two requests I made, so I'm here to discuss the third one."

Logan avoided looking at Esme again, lest the woman become too intimidated to speak.

"So... what is it?"

The sky over Seattle remained a gloomy gray, making it impossible to tell whether the smoke was coming from suburban factories or from dark clouds that were about to bring rain.

He was momentarily lost in thought.

"Actually, it's very simple, all you need to do is... fuck!"

Logan felt something sharp pierce his abdomen. He looked down and saw that there was indeed a knife stuck there.

Esme gripped the knife with both hands and was stabbing it in with all his might.

The knife tip sank a finger joint length into the ground, and could not go any further.

"You damn stupid woman!"

Logan slapped her to the ground and yelled angrily.

"Why are you so brainless? Teren sent four henchmen to deal with me and they failed. Do you think you, a useless woman, can succeed?"

There wasn't much pain in his stomach; the strength of his loving father allowed him to ignore these faint sensations.

Esme covered his face, where there was a deep handprint, and his eyes were somewhat crazed.

"That knife is coated with snake venom. You must call the agency right now and tell them that the discharge pay wasn't fraudulently claimed by me, but rather that you asked me to collect it. Otherwise, you can wait 30 minutes for the venom to spread throughout your body and you'll die."

The woman's smile grew even more maniacal, her eyes fixed on the knife, seemingly certain that it would kill the man before her.

Is there anyone who can withstand the deadly snake venom?

Logan couldn't do it yet, but he had other solutions.

"30 minutes? That's still too long."

He pulled out the knife, which was covered with amber-colored viscous liquid, somewhat like the venom of a five-step snake. It took about half an hour for this venom to begin spreading throughout his body.

Esme didn't understand what Logan meant and just thought he was being stubborn.

"Don't even think about going to the hospital. There's not enough time to even register. If you agree to what I'm saying right now, I can take you to find the antidote within 20 minutes."

"You're right, but..."

Logan drew his combat knife from behind his back.

"I refuse."

He lifted his clothes and used the tip of the knife to cut along the edge of the wound, cutting away the surrounding and deeper areas until no more amber liquid was found spreading.

A whole fist-sized piece of skin and flesh was cut out, with amber-colored cracks clearly visible.

"You've applied quite a lot."

He threw the piece of flesh in front of Esme, who immediately took two steps on the ground in fright.

She never expected that the other party would choose to immediately cut off the flesh from the wound, and do so without changing expression, as if the flesh was not from their own body.

"Monster...you're a monster!"

Esme retreated to the corner, curled up, and kept repeating the word "monster".

"Don't go crazy. Tell me who taught you to do this? You don't have that kind of wisdom."

Logan moved closer to her, but the woman curled up even more. Her willpower was too weak; she couldn't handle such a small situation and couldn't answer the questions.

Logan had no choice but to step forward himself, forcefully pull the phone out of her, find the last call record, and call back.

"How is it, Esme? Is he dead?"