Esoteric Buddhism: To live as king in America

Under the oppressive fear of being confronted by two inhuman beings, the sniper had no strength left to resist and could only nod repeatedly in response to Mian's request.

Seeing the other person's honest appearance, Mian breathed a sigh of relief.

To be honest, Mian felt that his actions involved an element of gambling. Finding the sniper's retreat route wasn't difficult; the challenge was how to stop him.

Although the mirror shards showed that the Holy Armor could withstand a few bullets when stripped naked, without the "Holy Sword," Mian was essentially a blank slate with only defensive capabilities and frighteningly low other base stats. He was already breathless from rushing to the ambush position.

If the sniper ignored him and chose to flee, Mian really wouldn't have had any way to stop this expert. Fortunately, Mian managed to fool him by putting on a show.

Alright, despite being incredibly nervous, I succeeded! Now it's time to gather intelligence, hehehe!

Mian grinned, revealing a smile with three missing front teeth, which startled the sniper, who trembled again. Under Ain's restraint, he couldn't kowtow in apology and could only repeatedly say:

"Please, don't kill me! I have a family, I can't die here..."

"If you confess honestly, I might spare your life."

Mian patted the sniper's face, then asked with utmost seriousness:

Why did you come to kill me? What is your purpose?

This question seemed to have hit the sniper's weak spot, leaving him speechless for a moment. But looking at the murderous Ain beside him, he finally opened his mouth.

"There's a dark web for assassins in Freedom, open to all sorts of people. You get a bounty for completing a commission. Two days ago, someone posted a commission to kill you on this dark web, with a bounty of one million Eagle Dollars."

One million... This number made Mian's teeth ache.

Because of the difference between the two worlds, the Eagle Dollar of the Ocean Federation has a slightly lower purchasing power than the US Dollar of his Earth counterpart, but not by much. The thought of being a bankrupt office worker with such a large bounty on the dark web made Mian feel a little wistful.

"Who placed the request?"

"Mian asked."

"have no idea."

The sniper shook his head.

"The dark web is always anonymous, and no one knows who posts the task. The only thing I know is that the task says you are just an ordinary person. If I had known you had such a deep purpose, I would never have dared to provoke you."

"Tsk, so you mean you can just kill ordinary people at will?"

Mian gave a forced smile; naturally, he had no approval for this kind of behavior that treated people like dirt.

Seeing the situation was turning bad, the sniper quickly tried to salvage the situation:

"Ordinary people are not necessarily good people. Some people commit crimes that cannot be punished by law, and the victims' families naturally turn to us hitmen. It's just that occasionally people like you get caught up in it. In the end, it's just a means of making a living."

"Yes, yes, that patrolman you shot so casually must have been a bad guy too."

Mian didn't bother listening to his excuses, simply took out her phone from him, and said:

"As compensation, I want your phone. Now tell me your phone number and how you log in to the internet, and I'll let you go."

The sniper nodded repeatedly, a glimmer of hope on his face. After briefly explaining everything to Mian, Mian swung a wooden plank and knocked him unconscious, then instructed Ain to throw him back to the place where they had attacked earlier.

Because of the earlier shooting of the patrol officer and other reports to the police, even the slow-moving police in the Dukes district had already surrounded them in large and small vehicles. Mian had said he would spare the sniper's life, but whether they would be caught by the police was not within the scope of his promise.

As for himself, in a situation where friend and foe were unclear, he had no desire to deal with the police. If the nudist cult truly wanted to kill him, he might be able to maneuver in the slums; but once in court, facing an organization of hundreds of thousands, he alone had no chance of winning. In any case, there were plenty of places where freedom was not monitored, so avoiding the police wouldn't be too difficult.

Thanks to Ain's astonishing speed after being conferred her title, the two easily escaped the sluggish police encirclement before nightfall and safely returned to the abandoned warehouse.

Mian sat on a dilapidated crate, scrolling through the dark web on a confiscated phone, pondering his next move. He had indeed found the bounty on his head. Just as the sniper had said, the poster was anonymous, their identity a mystery—it could be a nudist cult, or some other enemy.

The client's description was unremarkable, except for the infuriating reference to him as a "yellow-skinned monkey," which offered no information to identify the employer. As for the two photos attached for identification, one was a picture of him in his work clothes when he was a corporate slave, and the other, judging from his miserable expression, was a photo of him with a gang member, taken probably within the last six months, where he smiled bitterly.

Perhaps following the lead of the gang photo might uncover some clues, but the chances are slim. In any case, what is certain now is that someone is trying to take his life by the most extreme means. Looking back now, the "dump truck beast" he encountered in the alley was probably no simple accident.

Looking back now, Mian probably realized that being hit by a dump truck in the alley wasn't just an accident, but rather that someone was secretly plotting against her.

Mian desperately wanted to resolve this problem, but he didn't know who his opponent was or what their purpose was, so he was at a loss.

"really,"

Mian slapped his thigh, having made up his mind.

"Our top priority is to retrieve the Holy Sword, and then figure out a way to 'appoint' a few helpers. Only with greater strength can we adapt to any situation. Let's go and retrieve the Holy Sword now."

He stood up, preparing to turn off his phone and leave, when a recently posted commission on the dark web suddenly caught his eye. It had only been posted a few hours ago, and the content was extremely concise, consisting of just one image and one line of text.

The image is a screenshot of a bounty placed on Mian, and the text is just a few simple large characters.

"Protect this person, reward 20 Eagle Dollars"

…………

When the sniper awoke from his coma, he was surrounded by police officers.

Perhaps because he had shot and killed a patrol officer, their eyes held a hint of anger as they looked at him. But so what? These cowardly bullies might dare to harass a petty thief or two, but they would never dare to lay a hand on a killer like him.

"Behave yourself. Go back to the police station, and we'll interrogate you properly."

"Okay, officer. Okay, officer."

Faced with the feigned intimidation from the police around him, the sniper calmly responded. He cooperated by being handcuffed, sat in the back seat of the police car, and began to reflect on the mission.

This time, I was too careless and messed up with the secret agents. Luckily, they were soft-hearted. I'm fortunate I didn't lose my life; just getting involved with the police is already a blessing in disguise.

The sniper closed his eyes, feeling only deep exhaustion.

Perhaps I've passed my prime for this kind of work. Once I'm in there, I'll try to contact Old John and get him to help me sort this out. Afterwards, I won't do this kind of killer work anymore. The money I've saved is probably enough to move to the countryside and enjoy a peaceful life with my wife and children.

So be it.

He raised his hand, made up his mind, and then opened his eyes again.

However, when he opened his eyes this time, he found that the police car carrying him was driving on an unfamiliar road.