America? No, it's the warp!

"Low?"

Henry didn't seem to think so. "The last security guard was paid this hourly rate. Even if you're handsome, you can't get a raise."

"Sure enough, no matter how much these shop owners want to retain talent, they won't proactively improve compensation unless you actively seek it out."

"Manager, think carefully about your reasons for wanting to hire me. Is it just to fill a vacancy?"

Logan looked directly into the other man's eyes, and seeing a slight evasion, he continued:

"Isn't a veteran who knows close-quarters combat suppression, firearms, and crisis management more valuable than that fat guy who only knows how to use spray?"

"Hmm...okay...how much hourly wage do you want?" Henry ultimately failed to get his way.

"$25, daily settlement, cash payment."

This salary is considered high for a security guard in Seattle. But to be honest, this amount of money is just a drop in the ocean for Yezi's specialty store; however, he still has to consider whether it's worth it.

"Okay, it's settled then. But you have to show me your value during the probation period, otherwise I can't accept such a high hourly wage."

He reprinted the contract, and the two of them signed it.

"Today is Sunday, October 22nd. I will have workers come to repair the doors and windows this afternoon, and we can resume normal business tomorrow. You can come and take over before 4 pm."

He then took out a fingerprint scanner. "I can disregard your ID and social security number, and I can see other information myself, but I definitely need to check your criminal record."

"I haven't been able to find my ID card for a long time, and I've also forgotten my Social Security number. I'll go and get a replacement later."

As he spoke, Logan left the fingerprints of all 10 fingers on the scanner, which would be sent to the Washington Patrol and the FBI to check for criminal records.

However, he was not worried. Although the original owner of this body was not very bright, he had always followed the truth of the empire and had never committed a crime.

Leaving the office, Logan picked up a shopping bag and, amidst the adoring gazes of the shop assistants, returned to the break room to pack his clothes.

When he came out again, the cashier Claire wasn't just stunned anymore; she preemptively asked, "Handsome! What shift are you on?"

"Night shift? What's wrong?"

"Okay! I understand!"

Halfway through her sentence, Claire burst into Henry's office, and some of the shop assistants, seemingly sensing something, followed closely behind.

"Henry! Move me to the night shift!"

"Me too! I want to be in the same class as this handsome new guy!"

"You two bitches! Don't try to take it from me!"

Logan shrugged, picked up his old clothes, and left the Emerald Leaf boutique amidst the commotion.

"hiss……"

The cold wind outside the store made him shiver; he was only wearing his work clothes and was still a bit cold.

He first went to a convenience store to break the hundred-dollar bill into smaller pieces, then went to a self-service laundromat and stuffed all his clothes in.

"Holy shit! $5 for a self-service laundry! $2 for a bottle of detergent! What the hell! How can it be so expensive!"

But there's no way around it; renting a place to use a washing machine without restrictions is obviously more expensive than self-service laundry.

He has a little over five hundred dollars to spare, and he'll have to figure out how to get through the winter. At most, he can buy a second-hand tent set.

However, it was almost noon, so Logan decided to get something to eat first.

He passed by several shops, but each time he considered going in, he stopped himself from taking money after seeing the price list and quietly withdrew.

"Let's go get the free food."

He slipped back to the waterfall park and, sure enough, found the food truck there again.

With his youthful and handsome appearance, he easily obtained two servings of food using the same sales pitch.

Back in that alley, Logan tore open the paper bag:

"A tuna sandwich, a boiled egg, an orange, an energy bar, biscuits, and a bottle of water—similar to what I had this morning."

After quickly finishing his first meal, during the break between groups, he opened the control panel to check his current status:

[Host: Logan]

[Rank: Recruit]

[Merit Points: 100]

【chaos

Khorne: 0 (like a green recruit who has never been on the battlefield)

Neggot: 2 (He looks much more energetic than before)

Slaanesh: 4 (seems even more Slaanesh now)

Tzeentch: 3 (The disordered memories have stabilized)

"Khorne is still too low. Let's use violence to solve the remaining tasks."

"But it's a bit difficult to do it empty-handed..."

Logan's gaze fell on the 100 merit points; he remembered there was an item that only required 100 merit points.

He clicked on "Merits," and a subpage popped up on the panel:

【logistics department:

Second Heart: Used to enhance blood supply and adaptability to low-oxygen environments, and can also serve as a replacement when the main heart is damaged. It requires 500 merit points, and after redemption, it will be directly implanted into the body.

Monomolecular Combat Blade: A smaller version, more suitable for use by the Astronauts, easy to carry, reliable and durable. The blade of the monomolecular blade will not dull even after centuries. Requires 100 merit points and can be summoned and retrieved at any time.

He chose to exchange for the Single Molecule Combat Blade, and immediately the [Equipment: Single Molecule Combat Blade] appeared on the main panel.

With a thought, a combat knife about the length of his forearm appeared in his hand. The silver-white blade gleamed coldly, and the wooden hilt was inlaid with a golden imperial double-headed eagle.

Logan, holding his combat knife, tossed a paper bag into the air and then flicked it lightly.

The paper bag immediately split in two, the cut clean and without any jaggedness.

"What a fine knife!"

He put the knife back into the system. It's not advisable to carry a knife on the street, as passersby might perceive him as a dangerous individual, which could attract the attention of the police.

It can be summoned whenever needed; it's not needed now.

Logan picked up the second dish, ready to continue eating, but two more people entered the alley:

"Hey! White kid! New face! Do you know whose turf this alley is?"

[Quest reward: Waaagh?]

Those two green-skinned orcs are back. Using the name of the evil god alone won't work anymore. This time, let's use force directly. You'll receive a reward of merit points.

Green-skinned Orcs

Hearing the familiar voice and the familiar address from the system, Logan turned around and saw the familiar dreadlocks and bald head.

"It's those two black guys again!"

"This is Logan's territory, a member of the Bloods! Who gave you permission to eat here?" Jonah continued to yell.

"? 』

"When did I become a member of the Blood Gang?"

"And why do these two black guys sound like my underlings?"

"Even so, why am I being threatened by my own henchmen just because I'm eating on my own turf?"

With questions lingering, Logan decided to hold back for now. He bowed, flashed a fawning smile, and pulled out the half-pack of tobacco from his pocket, distributing it to the two men.

"Excuse me, gentlemen, I didn't know this was Lord Logan's territory. Could you tell me?"

Jonah and Sean each received their ignitions, nodded in satisfaction, and then Sean said:

"Since you're so understanding, I'll let you off the hook this time. You know Hot-Blooded Lenny, right?"

Logan nodded immediately: "I know, I know, he's a very famous figure in the Blood Gang."

"Yes, but do you know what Hot-Blooded Lenny was like when he met Boss Logan?"

Sean squinted and asked with great interest.

"What...does it look like?"

"Just like you are facing us, we see it with our own eyes, right here in this alley."