I am a necromancer, and I absolutely love America.

Rogers' report:

"Boss Eamon! We've found out. That kid's daily routine is very regular. He basically only does four things. He attends Francis Lewis High School, works at Nancy Health Center at night, works at Katrina Aesthetic Clinic on weekends, and went to St. Carlisle Church for Mass once. The rest of the time he stays at the YC apartment."

Scarface Eamon wonders:

"Two jobs? Is he short of money? If he is, why would he live in the YC apartment?"

"I'm not entirely sure, but we've uncovered some information: the landlady of the apartment he lives in is a woman named Catherine, and Catherine is Mike's ex-wife."

"No wonder he had Mike's phone number!"

Emmon began to ponder.

There were too many people in the church, and many members of the BG gang were believers, so it was inconvenient to take action in the church.

There are guards and security cameras at the entrance of the middle school.

Nancy Health Center is Emerson Group territory, and BG Gang wouldn't dare to touch it easily.

In the face of big capital, so-called gangs are nothing but a bunch of chickens and dogs.

YC Apartments is even less likely; high-end apartments have comprehensive security measures and it's impossible for them to abduct Richard silently.

"Tell me about that Katerina Aesthetic Clinic."

"The clinic is in a rather remote location, and there are very few people at night. Richard works there until 8 or even 9 p.m., making it a good place to take action."

Emmon made the final decision:

"Okay! It's the Katrina Clinic! Call Butcher Neil and tell him to be ready at any time."

Richard was just a high school student after all, and it was already quite an honor to have followed him for a while.

If Richard weren't from the University of Tokyo, he would have taken action long ago. Every year, so many minors go missing in the United States, how many are ever found? And who cares?

Rogers thought of the mad Neil and felt a wave of physical discomfort, but he forced himself to say:

"We've already made contact. Once we're ready to bring him to the location, Neil will dismember the vital organs. This kid is in good health. Since he can beat up a quarterback, he must be very valuable. As long as we dismember and sell the body, and then disappear without a trace, what can the rich guys at Tokyo University do? What can they possibly find in America? As for the NYPD, they won't care about the disappearance of a Tokyo University student."

Eamon patted Rogers on the shoulder:

"Alright! You and Wood find an opportunity to make your move. The most important thing is to stealthily make your escape without being discovered. Don't cause any trouble! Let me know when you've succeeded. I'll be waiting for you at Neil's place."

The BG gang leaders are all swamped dealing with the huge trouble at Stinger Bar and have no time to deal with such a small matter.

If it weren't for Antonio's orders, Emmon wouldn't have bothered to retaliate against Richard; he was just a high school student, not worth paying attention to.

Rogers was pleasantly surprised; this was the first time he had worked independently.

"Don't worry, boss! I guarantee it'll be done perfectly!"

……

One day later.

Sofia, her face streaked with snot and tears, pleaded with the man before her:

"Give me some medicine, just a little bit more..."

She screamed in agony as she twisted her body, trying to break free from the ropes.

If she weren't bound, she would even scratch her skin with her fingernails to relieve the itching and pain deep in her bones.

It felt as if ants were crawling on every bone, and every nerve was being scraped with a file.

The man, wearing a skull mask, simply looked at her indifferently, holding a syringe in his hand containing the medicine Sophia desperately craved.

The needle was only 1 meter away from Sophia, but she just couldn't reach it. She could only stare at it with an intensely longing look, like a crazed female beast.

"Give me the medicine..."

She would go crazy one minute and cry and beg the next.

The man simply watched her silently.

After a good half hour, Sofia felt a little better, her clothes soaked with sweat, and she stared at the syringe, exhausted.

After recovering, Sofia was plunged into immense fear again.

The scene before her terrified her: four tall, muscular men, all wearing skull masks so their faces were obscured, their exposed skin covered in tattoos.

The environment was gloomy and terrifying: iron cages, rusty chains, and various instruments of torture gleaming with a cold metallic sheen...

She just had a drink at the bar and woke up here.

She didn't even know when she became addicted to drugs!

Sofia usually only smokes DAMA and never dares to use anything substantial.

I'm doomed!

My life is over!

Sofia trembled.

She had already envisioned her future: when her addiction flared up, she would spend all her money on drugs, but it still wouldn't be enough. In the end, she would sell herself and let men play with and torment her.

In exchange for a little medicine, she was even willing to become the lowest of the low, a female beast.

Rogers finally stood up and walked over to Sophia.

Sofia said fearfully:

"Don't kill me! You can do whatever you want to me, I have a great figure!"

"Oh, really?" Rogers took out his phone, opened the video, and pointed it at Sophia.

Sofia was desperate to survive and didn't care about anything else:

"Go ahead and film it! I'll cooperate and film it, you can even post it online! Just don't kill me!"

She pleaded desperately, "Don't kill me! I won't call the police!"

For a girl preparing to start a business in the San Ferdinand Valley, shooting videos is nothing special.

"Bitch!" Rogers cursed under his breath.

"Don't worry! It'll be filmed in a bit, but whether it's posted online depends on your subsequent behavior. Also, your real name is Laura Sullivan, your mother's name is Lexi Sullivan, and your father works in a factory in Alabama. If he finds out his daughter did this, taking drugs and filming..."

Sofia was gripped by even greater fear.

This is the softest part of her heart.

She came to bustling New York, concealed her identity and family background, and almost completely transformed her face through continuous cosmetic procedures.

It doesn't matter if I put my own videos online, since no one in my hometown will recognize them anyway.

But if her parents found out that she was the slut who fought with other women for the microphone in the movie, she couldn't imagine how angry and disappointed they would be.

"Please! No! You can do whatever you want, really!"

Rogers lifted Sofia's chin:

"Tell me everything about Richard."

So it was Richard who caused this trouble! What does he have to do with me? Why did he have to drag me into this? Sophia was filled with resentment.

Damn!

It's all that damn Dongda guy's fault!

Sofia immediately spilled everything she knew.

"That guy is a rich second-generation from Tokyo University. Catherine said he's a shareholder in the clinic. He and Catherine have a very close relationship, which doesn't seem like that of ordinary shareholders. The two of them probably have something more intimate..."

Sofia began to speak at length, and the entire conversation was captured on video.

Finally, Rogers saved the video:

"Keep an eye on Richard. Message me the moment he arrives at Katrina's clinic. If necessary, also hold him off!"

He took out a wad of cash and placed it in front of Sofia:

"This $1000 is yours, and this vial of Heavenly Potion is also yours. From now on, if you give me any information, I'll give you $500 each time. Enjoy it."

After he finished speaking, three other burly men wearing hoods approached.

Sofia trembled.

Rogers picked up the syringe and injected her.

Sofia's eyes immediately went blank.

Soon, she looked greedily at the men.

……

"Amen." Richard, along with a group of believers, ended the prayer.

After repeated confirmation, it has been found that in most cases, the prayers of believers cannot generate the power of faith.

This also applies to Calvin.

Richard was very disappointed.

These false believers!

You can't only believe in God when miracles happen!