In America, my cousin, Supergirl Kara...

"No problem, bro!"

Constantine gave an OK sign, and his hands moved faster unconsciously. The $66 looked like a huge pile, but it actually only weighed a few kilograms, and it bulged slightly after filling the backpack.

If it weren't for the fact that US dollar bills are made of a delicate material and are easily damaged, he could pack them even faster.

With it on his back, he weighed it in his hand; it was practically weightless. Constantine immediately felt that he could carry even if the banknotes were ten times heavier.

He was panting heavily while carrying 100 pounds of study materials, but he walked briskly while carrying 200 pounds of banknotes.

"Let's go to that pile of corpses now." Constantine whistled. He would get 300,000 out of the 665,000. Thinking that he had such a large fortune overnight, his pale cheeks, which had been stained by blood loss, regained some color.

Li Xiao nodded, then swept his hands aside, knocking all the bottles to the ground. The bottles shattered into glass shards with a ping-pong sound, and the liquid spilled freely.

These inhumane liquids are best destroyed. Li Xiao couldn't bear to throw away the ginseng, so he stuffed them all into his pocket, making the pocket bulge.

Li Xiao broke off a piece of American ginseng and put it in his mouth to savor it carefully. A strong herbal bitterness exploded on the tip of his tongue. There was no aftertaste, so it was not fake. The quality was quite high. Thanks to his knowledge of traditional Chinese medicine, Li Xiao was able to distinguish the quality of this batch of ginseng.

I'll send some to my parents when I have time to help them recover.

After thinking for a moment, he took out two more pieces and gave them to Constantine.

"These are for your dad. Remember to make sure he eats some occasionally."

Constantine's father keeps watch every night, so his mental state is probably very poor. It can't hurt to eat some of his food.

"Thanks, bro," Constantine said without hesitation, stuffing the item into his shirt.

The three of them walked back through the mine along the same path, like moles burrowing into the earth.

On the way, Li Xiao began to plan how to spend the money. First, he needed to buy more furniture for the house, including replacing the sofa and the TV. He also needed to install a few more air conditioners so that he wouldn't have to suffer at night. He didn't want to experience the feeling of being hot and cold again.

Seattle is a rainy city, and on rainy days the air is extremely damp and cold. The wind blowing from the bay can even reach Pike Street and blow directly into homes.

His current physical condition is such that he is not afraid of the cold or heat, but he is not an ascetic, so there is no need for him to give up a good life and torture himself.

The next step is to buy land to expand Bruce's farm. Land in America can be traded freely, and Li Xiao, who has an agricultural culture flowing in his blood, feels that acquiring more land is the right thing to do.

He was preparing to build his future base, and of course, he needed to find manpower. There might be some useful people among the homeless on the streets. Many of them were forced to sleep on the streets because they lost their jobs and stopped paying rent. Li Xiao decided to select some who were not involved in drugs.

The advantage of these people is their low price. You can't expect a starving homeless person to have the integrity of an oil tycoon like Armand Hammer from a textbook. Of course, Li Xiao doesn't know how much of this is fictional.

I don't know if 300,000 will be enough to live on; I'll still need to keep looking for work. The job Mrs. Pera introduced is pretty good, but right now I can only give a few acupuncture treatments to people in a small circle. I can't get past the hurdle of obtaining a medical license.

As they walked and pondered, twenty minutes later, the three returned to the place where they had clashed with that squad. Not a single corpse was missing. Thanks to the cold and damp environment inside the cave, the stench of blood from the corpses did not attract many flies.

The body was clearly damaged by human intervention; the head was crushed flat by a heavy object, resembling a potato trampled by a brown bear.

Gravel was mixed with rotting tissue, helmets were carelessly discarded, and the pants of more than a dozen corpses had been ripped off, leaving the flesh in the middle a bloody mess, already turned into paste.

hiss!

How cruel!

Li Xiao felt a sharp pain in her phantom limb, and without a doubt, these accomplices must have been tortured by the woman searching for her child.

Li Xiao turned on his hearing and heard no babbling or crying from the nursery.

They must have all been taken away by their mothers. Li Xiao breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that these women still had maternal love for the flesh and blood that came from their own bodies.

If he were left with a bunch of babies, he would have to find a way to raise them. Sending them to an orphanage would be like sending the children into a fire pit.

In the United States, very few people who adopt children have good intentions.

They either scam subsidies, or use the victims for torture and amusement—breaking arms and legs is considered mild; some even auction them off online.

In the past, many children from the University of Tokyo were taken away and adopted, and then disappeared without a trace.

Fortunately, the equipment on the corpses was left unattended: bulletproof vests, tactical helmets, XM7 rifles, and even the sniper's Remington 700. They were all lying on the ground intact. These women were only thinking about revenge and had no interest in these metal objects. Besides, they were holding children and had no hands to take care of them.

"Give me a bag," Li Xiao called out to Constantine, who tossed him a canvas bag. Li Xiao crouched down and carefully stuffed the rifle and bulletproof vest into it.

Gen Shinji stood beside the two, looking down at them. Constantine looked up, his head sandwiched between two shadows.

He wanted to say something witty, but the thought that this woman might actually kill someone made him give up.

Gen Shinji's eyes were sharp as he quickly scanned the fatal wounds on each corpse.

Most of them were killed by a single shot to the neck, and only a few were blasted in two by a shotgun.

Based on the superior equipment on the ground, it's easy to see that these people are not ordinary mercenaries.

"You and Li Xiao wiped out all these guys?"

"That's right," Constantine said, happily pulling off a pair of boots and putting them into his prepared pocket. "These guys have excellent teamwork. They almost trapped Li Xiao and me inside. I covered for Li Xiao so he could rush out and kill them all. You've seen Captain America, right? They can shield their teammates from grenades like Rogers."

Gen Shinji gasped. To be able to sacrifice oneself to protect comrades was something almost unthinkable even in the army and navy of his own country, yet this private squad had done it.

I always thought that the criticism of the United States being a pampered nation was a lie.

Genji immediately concluded that these mercenaries were at least retired special forces-level private armed forces.

To be honest, if she were to encounter this group of people, she wouldn't be confident she would make it out alive.

Li Xiao and Constantine, that guy who can't keep his mouth shut, managed to wipe out the entire squad.

Most importantly, Li Xiao was unharmed, while the white man suffered a minor injury to his arm, a negligible cost. He had thought he was already a genius for winning the national kendo championship at the age of 15, but after seeing Li Xiao, he realized the difference between people.

Watching Li Xiao squatting on the ground picking up equipment, Genji couldn't help but feel a sense of emotion.

……

Walker's face was also damaged, smashed to pieces, and his crotch was a mess of paste.

Li Xiao leaned closer, feeling a pang of sympathy, but he figured he deserved it.