I am a necromancer, and I absolutely love America.

Donovan, with a cold face, shoved him away:

"Don't try that on me. I just heard gunshots. I'm going in to search."

Fxxk! You took my money and then pull this on me! Leonard's smile remained unchanged:

"Those guys had a minor accident; my men are cleaning up. It's a bit messy inside."

Donovan snorted and stared at Leonard:

"Is anyone dead?"

Leonard dared not lie and whispered:

"He's dead. A rapper got drunk and beat another guy to death."

"Hmph! A bunch of idiots!" Donovan sneered, but inwardly he was overjoyed.

dead!

Dead people are a good thing!

"Get out of the way! Don't block my way! I need to go in!" Donovan pretended to pick up the walkie-talkie, about to report to headquarters.

Leonard cursed Donovan for being ruthless, quickly grabbed Donovan's hand, and reluctantly pulled out a roll of banknotes, stuffing it into Donovan's hand:

"Hehe, don't do that, Boss! The floor inside isn't clean yet, don't get the boss covered in wine stains. There was just a gunfight, it's too dangerous. It's perfectly reasonable to check it out when it's safe. You can report to headquarters later, right?"

Donovan looked at his hand.

It was all $100 bills!

One roll costs over $8000!

Donovan and his companion revealed greedy eyes.

Leonard tilted his head, and his subordinate immediately produced a box of fine Cuban cigars.

Leonard cut it open himself and lit it.

Donovan exchanged a glance with his partner, cigar in hand, and whispered to Leonard, "15 minutes."

After saying that, he loudly addressed his partner:

"My heart is racing a bit, I might be having a heart attack. I'll rest for a bit before going in."

"OK!" The two returned to the car in the corner and started smoking.

Leonard breathed a sigh of relief.

Nearly $10,000 was spent on a purchase for only 15 minutes—that's outrageous!

He immediately called Kane to inform him:

"I've stabilized the situation. Time is running out, we need to get this done quickly."

He dared not leave; he had to stay outside to keep Donovan calm.

If this guy takes my money and still rushes in, and then takes some inappropriate photos, then I'll be in real trouble.

……

The rain has lessened a bit.

Richard was sitting in Alex's car, heading to a body collection point.

Alex was right. The rain did indeed freeze to death a lot of unfortunate people who didn't even have tents. We received two reports of people collecting bodies in one night.

Just then, Alex's phone rang.

Alex answered the phone, listened for a while, and suddenly shouted:

"The Stinger Bar? No problem. I'll be there in ten minutes! But I want $500!"

An exasperated voice came from the other end:

"$500? Are you crazy? I'm selling you my corpse, and you still want money?!"

Alex was not to be outdone:

"Why are you in such a hurry? The body is clearly suspicious. I'm willing to take the risk."

"Risk my ass! It's just three homeless people; they might get hurt and die from it all. Absolutely no problem!"

"Alright then, I'll go over after I collect these two corpses."

"FXXK! No! You have to come right now! You can have both corpses for free!"

"Okay, we're brothers after all. I want the old banknotes." Alex didn't think much of it; as long as he made money, that was fine.

"MF's brothers! Arrive in 5 minutes, resolve the issue in 5 minutes, or you know the consequences!"

"I'm very close! Deal!" Alex grinned, turned off his phone, and abruptly turned the steering wheel, driving straight in another direction.

Richard gripped the armrest tightly, frowned, and asked:

"Selling corpses for free, there's definitely something wrong with that."

Alex rubbed his hands together:

"Three free corpses, at least $3000 off. Cash, no taxes. Do you dare?"

What the hell? I'm not short of money.

Richard didn't want to take any risks, but since he had previously played the role of a poor international student, he now had to go.

Alex was too reckless; he should do this kind of work less often in the future.

Richard feigned caution and said:

"Let's do it! But we'll leave if it gets dangerous."

"Don't worry," Alex said confidently.

"It's nothing more than gangsters using homeless people to test new enhancement agents, accidentally killing them, it's quite common."

The vehicle sped by, splashing water.

Richard asked:

"Voluntary or forced?"

"It's mostly voluntary," Alex sighed.

"When the addiction kicks in, they wouldn't care if they had to cut off their own legs, let alone participate in drug trials. Besides, since it's a drug trial, they can always get some free boosters."

Alex was very familiar with the area, and a few minutes later he rushed into the backyard of the Stinger bar. His underlings were already waiting at the door, brandishing pistols.

"Hey! Hey! Here!"

Richard recognized the guy as the thug who sold corpses in Zuccotti Park last time.

Standing next to him was a sinister-looking gangster, his hands clasped in front of him, also holding a pistol.

ALEX quickly got off the bus:

"Where is the body?"

"Third floor."

"The third floor?! You didn't get it down?! I can't move it in 5 minutes."

"We must finish moving everything!"

Under the watchful eyes of two armed gangsters, Alex had no choice but to admit defeat.

Richard followed ALEX without making a sound.

The four of them climbed the stairs outside the wall to the third floor. Alex was panting heavily, while Richard was neither red-faced nor out of breath.

Bang bang bang!

The thugs banged on the door, the iron gate opened, and the gangsters inside glanced at the four of them warily before making way.

Richard and Alex entered the room and saw three stiff corpses lying on the floor, with marks of rope on their skin. The corpses' arms were still tied behind their backs, too stiff to bend back.

This is a big problem!

Alex was dumbfounded. Dying from drug overdose was a minor matter, but this situation was clearly murder, and he had no intention of getting involved in such trouble.

"No, I can't accept this kind of goods!"

Click.

The three gang members silently opened the safety latch.

Alex quickly put on a smile:

"Just kidding, just kidding."

The gatekeeper said coldly:

"Take the body away and clean it up properly. If the police get information about these bodies, you know what will happen."

Alex looked grim; he'd really fallen into a trap this time.

Richard followed behind Alex, remaining silent the entire time.

He's clearly in big trouble now, so the more low-key he is, the better.

Alex was a bit too reckless.

Suddenly, Richard's ears twitched.

An extremely faint sound came from the room downstairs, audible only to Richard:

"Hehe, this is a basketball, I want to play basketball."

He recognized the voice immediately—it was Debbie's voice.

What's Debbie doing here?

Richard frowned. Debbie told Catherine she was going to a classmate's birthday party, so why was she at a bar?

In the United States, people under the age of 21 are not allowed in bars.

Immediately afterwards, he heard a faint reprimand: "Sit down, all of you! Don't move!"

Then came Tang Yuqing's sobbing.

Richard silently released his magical hand, which passed through the ground beneath his feet and quickly saw the situation in the room downstairs.

Debbie, Tang Yuqing, Susan, Serena, and seven or eight other classmates huddled in a corner, trembling with fear.

Two armed gangsters were sitting at the door; Debbie was clearly being held captive.

Everyone else was terrified, but Debbie was just grinning like an idiot, for some reason insisting on wearing an iron ornament on her head.

She rammed her head against it.

"Ah!" she screamed, covering her head and squatting on the ground with tears in her eyes, a large bump on her forehead.

She's been drugged! Richard's eyes turned cold.