I am a necromancer, and I absolutely love America.

Chapter 36 Sophia: Money is all that matters

After Richard finished giving the injection, Sophia took care of the rest.

She took out a crumpled, half-used tube of ointment and quickly smeared it on the Black woman's face:

"Twice a day for two days, and avoid getting it wet."

Small clinics don't have as many requirements, and used ointments are actually cheaper.

"I understand, I understand." The Black woman, as if she had gotten a great deal, happily left with the ointment.

"How are you feeling?" Catherine asked.

"That's very interesting," Richard said.

"I've changed my mind. Could we try something else, like... breast augmentation surgery?"

Catherine looked at Richard with a puzzled expression and reminded him:

"That's against the rules. You need a medical license. If a customer reports you, the regulatory authorities will investigate, and you could be arrested."

Of course, in her opinion, with Richard's supernatural abilities, it was impossible for him to be caught by the police.

However, Richard dislikes attracting attention and getting into trouble, as this would cause him a lot of trouble.

"I see..." Richard pondered.

If it doesn't work at the Katrina Clinic, how about another feasible place?

For example, unlicensed, illegal beauty clinics.

Unlicensed doctors naturally have their own way of doing things, and they don't care about your certificates or licenses.

They'll do anything for money.

In this magical country, people who are high on drugs will do anything to themselves.

For example, tattoos covering the entire face.

Another example is injecting alcohol and petroleum into the biceps.

What's so special about industrial silicone?

Some are low-income Black women, or nightclub performers, who insert cheap silicone implants into their flesh in an attempt to increase their market value.

Some people who are high on drugs don't even care if others use them as test subjects, as long as they are given the booster.

Of course, doing this carries significant risks.

Is it worth taking the risk for a mission? Richard silently assessed the situation and decided to give up for the time being.

The risks may be even greater if you can't find a trustworthy unlicensed clinic.

Sofia's eyes lit up.

In New York, you can find all sorts of bizarre hobbies.

It's rare to find someone who enjoys performing surgery, but who knows what wealthy people's tastes are like?

For Sofia, as long as she has money, that's all that matters.

She moved closer to Richard and whispered sweetly:

"Richard, if you help me pay off my cosmetic surgery loan, I'll let you get me breast implants, and I promise I won't report you."

Richard looked down at Sophia's chest:

"You've already had augmentation surgery, why are you doing it again?"

"I want it bigger!" Sofia said nonchalantly.

"Anyone can do it, whether it's you or Catherine, you can even film the procedure if you want, as long as you pay. $20000, do whatever you want!"

Richard found it hard to understand; Sophia wasn't a drug addict, so how could she be so crazy?

"This is your body, not a toy."

Sofia had a "what the heck" look on her face:

"Working at this little clinic, I still won't be able to pay off my damn student loans in ten years! I'm thinking of getting surgery and trying my luck in the San Ferdinand Valley."

So you're a teacher trainee, my apologies. Richard is impressed.

Catherine suddenly said:

"It's no problem to do it, as long as she's willing. Even if there's a mistake, at worst it'll just cause hardening and ulceration, eventually turning into two disgusting craters. She won't die, though."

Sofia was furious:

"Hey, Boss! You're talking about my body!"

Catherine said seriously:

"I'm talking about the risks of industrial silicone!"

Richard understood, and Catherine considered the risks too high, reminding herself of this.

Don't be fooled by Sofia's sweet talk now, saying she'll never report anything. Who would believe a bitch planning to cause trouble in the San Ferdinand Valley? That person is truly something else.

For money, Sofia is willing to undergo surgery on her own body, so what is reporting a stranger?

"Forget it," Richard said decisively.

"Hmph!" Sophia cursed in disappointment and left in a huff.

It was already time to leave work, and the rain was getting heavier.

Catherine put on her coat:

"Richard, I've learned a few more Chinese dishes and bought a new outfit. Debbie's at a classmate's birthday party, so it's just the two of us at home."

Richard waved his hand:

I have something to do tonight.

ALEX had already made the appointment.

On rainy days, corpse collectors are very busy.

……

Stinger Bar.

Loud music, dazzling colored lights, dim lighting, and young bodies swaying wildly under the influence of alcohol.

Serena swayed as she clung to David's shoulder and shouted:

"Hey David, cheer up! Let's go dancing!"

"NO!" David took a sip of his drink, his face grim.

After refusing to apologize to Richard, he was filled with anxiety, knowing that Richard, that bastard, would never let him off easily.

Even more terrifying was the "Volunteer Clinical Trial Agreement," which had given him nightmares for days.

In his dream, he was tied to an operating table and brutally cut into pieces without anesthesia.

FXXK!

David's fingers trembled uncontrollably. He took a big gulp of wine and forced himself to calm down.

Serena said casually:

"Don't worry about it! That fight was just a normal fight. You just got beaten up and peed yourself."

"Shut up!" David snapped.

Damn it, why bring up something you shouldn't be talking about?

This black girl has a great figure, but she's a complete idiot!

If Debbie hadn't dumped him, he wouldn't have fallen for this big-butt, brainless idiot.

"Hahaha!" Serena, completely unaware, laughed heartily, somewhat neurotically.

"Ignore her, she's drunk," Susan shouted in David's ear.

David looked at Debbie from afar.

Debbie and several female classmates huddled in a booth, their eyes filled with a mixture of excitement and nervousness.

Tang Yuqing took a sip, pressed herself against a classmate from the rugby team, and said smugly:

"Debbie! Why aren't you drinking?"

The olive team members naturally wouldn't let go of the meat that was delivered to their door, and they smiled and hugged Tang Yuqing.

Tang Yuqing didn't feel like she was being taken advantage of at all; on the contrary, she was a little excited and felt that her efforts had not been in vain and that she had finally been accepted by the white man.

Debbie certainly wanted to drink, but remembering Richard's warning, she became a little scared and made up an excuse:

"I can't eat cold food these days."

"Oh, come on, you're just afraid of your mother!" Serena rushed onto the sofa and hugged Debbie.

She successfully brought all the students in today, making her look good and causing her to become a little smug.

Debbie's face darkened:

"Shut up, Serena! I'm not afraid of her!"

Just then, a black man wearing a hat with a skull logo askew and pants that went down to his knees staggered over.

He looked arrogant, wearing sunglasses even in the nightclub, with a cigar in his mouth, gleaming gold rings on all four fingers, and a thick gold chain around his neck.

A group of strangely dressed black followers followed behind him.

"Marcus! Look, it's Marcus!"

As soon as Marcus arrived, everyone greeted him, and he instantly became the center of attention.

The DJ suddenly turned the volume up:

"Welcome our superstar, the fiery rhyme! Marcus!"

Marcus jumped triumphantly onto the DJ booth and shouted:

"Hey guys! Let's get this party started!"

After saying that, he started rapping on the spot.

"I am Marcus, and the ground is covered in rubble!"

"The cries of the underprivileged are ignored!"

"A once-glamorous city, now riddled with decay and flaws!"

"I use rough rhymes to tear apart all irony!"