Taoist priest goes to America

Ang Lee swiped the system screen to the skill acquisition section.

[Settling the rewards for the second corpse-transportation mission...]

[Reward Acquisition Instructions: Each time a host performs a corpse-driving ritual, they will have one reward to choose from three options for permanent binding.]

[The reward effect is closely related to the corpse's identity, experiences, and cause of death. Once selected, it cannot be changed, so please think carefully before making your choice.]

You can choose from the following three rewards.

[Skill 1: Violence for Violence (Blue)]

[Effect (Passive): When the host fires at a target, if the target is black, the hit rate is increased by 80%. An additional 20% hit rate is granted against black targets that are resisting or attempting to escape.]

"..." When Li An saw the first skill, he almost lost his composure. Not only did it increase the accuracy when hitting black objects, it also increased the accuracy when hitting those that resisted or fled, making it a 100% hit rate.

It seems that Doyle is a pure blue-shirted KKK (a white police officer who wears a blue uniform, acts in the same way as the KKK, and systematically targets black people with violence).

[Note: This skill will cause the host to unconsciously prioritize aiming at black targets during combat, even if there are higher-threat white targets present. This behavior will become like muscle memory and is difficult to correct.]

Ang Lee imagined himself suddenly shifting his gun from the white madman holding a gun during a firefight, and instead shooting at a black man passing by.

"Damn, what kind of crappy skill is this? Sir, forget about the thief for now, I've spotted a murderer, right?" Li An complained, scrolling down with disdain.

[Skill 2: Forceful Law Enforcement (Green)]

[Effect (Passive): The success rate of the host using suppressive control (grappling, handcuffing, pinning to the ground) on the target is increased by 30%]

[If the target is a minority group (system criterion: non-white), the success rate is increased by an additional 20%.]

[If the enemy the host faces is a minority group (system standard: non-white), the enemy's initial fear level increases by 25%, and their fighting spirit decreases by 15%. This effect does not apply to enemies who have already lost their sanity.]

[Important Note: This skill will increase the resentment of ethnic minorities towards you. When you succeed, they will avoid you like the plague; when you fall on hard times, they will not lend a helping hand and may even take advantage of your misfortune.]

"Looks like this guy..." Li An turned to look at Doyle, who was standing there dumbfounded, "not just discriminating against Black people, but against all non-white people, huh? Tsk tsk tsk..."

This skill has a similar effect to intimidation and inflicting fear on the opponent, but it makes ethnic minorities inexplicably resentful, which is really unpleasant.

A great man once said, "We must unite all forces that can be united and isolate the most important enemy."

Ang Lee didn't want to isolate himself from the people; the minority groups in the United States are not "minority"—they make up a significant portion of the population.

He scrolled down and saw skill three.

[Skill 3: Corrupt Police (White)]

[Effect (Passive): When the host interacts with law enforcement personnel (police officers, federal agents, security personnel, etc.), the other party's credibility with your identity increases by 35%, and their favorability increases by 40%. If the other party has a criminal record or has accepted bribes, credibility increases by an additional 30%.]

[Important Note: This skill is ineffective against honest police officers and may even backfire. Your eyes and tone will give off an air of bribery, making honest officers suspicious of you.]

"Skills to improve police credibility and public perception... although it might backfire, how many truly honest police officers are there in America?"

Ang Lee went over the three skills in his mind.

The third one is white, the lowest level, but it's really effective. In a country where the police even check dogs on the street for threats, this skill will save you trouble if you're caught doing a routine check or if you're on the run after committing murder.

The first one is blue, which is the highest level and has the strongest effect, but it has a fatal flaw: its color outweighs its threatening nature.

The third green option has a decent deterrent effect, but its application is limited. He won't always pin someone to the ground and subdue them in every fight; he usually kills them outright. Furthermore, the negative effect of creating unnecessary resentment makes it an undesirable choice for him.

After thinking for a while, Ang Lee made up his mind.

"System, I choose the first option: [Fight violence with violence]."

"Let's shoot the black ones first, then let's focus on the black ones. Let's improve our skills first. We're already a sharpshooter with 100% accuracy, what more could we ask for? At worst, we can aim for the black parts on the enemy's body."

[Host has chosen: Violence for violence]

[Rewards being sent out...]

A burst of white light emanated from Li An's eye sockets, and Li An immediately felt a burning and itchy sensation in his eyes, as if someone had placed a towel soaked in hot water on his eyes.

"Ugh..." Li An squinted uncomfortably, his eyelids pressed tightly against his eyeballs, which rolled violently beneath them.

After a while, the white light dissipated, and Li An opened his eyes and blinked. His vision hadn't changed much, except that he could see things more clearly.

He had an indescribable feeling. He reached out and rubbed his temples. When his fingers touched his eye sockets, he felt that the contours of his bones seemed to have changed.

Ang Lee took out his iPhone, turned on the front-facing camera, and his face was reflected on the screen.

The face was still the same, but the eyebrows and eyes were different. The brow bones were high, casting a shadow between the forehead and the eye sockets. The gaze had also become cold and scrutinizing.

He put his phone back in his sleeve and stopped looking at himself. The soreness in his eyes had completely disappeared, replaced by an indescribable sense of comfort.

Ang Lee turned his head and looked at Doyle's body. Because Doyle had only recently died, his skin did not turn bluish-purple like Old White's, but instead had a waxy yellow color, and the texture of his skin was more like waxed leather.

As Doyle just said, "Mr. Rabbitface, you've been waiting long. It's time for you to hit the road. My car is over there."

So that means he's going to Rabbit Face's place later? And he's even prepared the car for me.

Ang Lee closed his eyes and placed his hand on Doyle's forehead; he had a thin thread connecting him to Doyle's mental energy. Some blurry images flowed through his consciousness.

He saw an address. It was in Queens, near the border of Long Island (Long Island is located in southeastern New York State, adjacent to the east side of Manhattan, New York). There was a road called Linden Avenue next to it, a grove of trees, and behind the trees was a villa. That was the place Mr. Rabbitface had arranged to meet.

Next... it's time to go and chop people up.

If you don't cut the weeds at the root, they'll grow back in the spring. This bastard has sent people to kidnap me several times along the way. It wouldn't be right not to wipe out his whole family.

As for Old Bai... let him wait a while longer in the bathroom; shoveling the whole rabbit-faced family is more important.

Ang Lee found the car keys on Doyle, walked in the direction Doyle had pointed, pressed the unlock button, and sure enough, a dark-colored Ford Explorer was parked in the night, its lights flashing.

Ang Lee walked to the police car and opened the trunk.

There were several sets of dark blue police uniforms and a bulletproof vest in the trunk. Next to it, a plastic box contained medical supplies: bandages, tourniquets, and disposable gloves. Li An took the uniforms out of the bag, unfolded them, and walked to Doyle's side.

Doyle's police uniform was stained with too much blood, so Ang Lee ripped off his shirt, threw the blood-stained uniform on the ground, and gave Doyle the new police uniform to wear.

Then there was the wound on his neck. Ang Lee took out disinfectant wipes from the medical kit, wiped the blood off his neck, and wrapped the bandage around his neck three times, just enough to completely cover the wound.

Then they can use the excuse that "his neck is injured and he can't speak" to cover up Doyle's inability to speak.

Then Ang Lee put a police hat on Doyle and folded the talisman on his forehead and put it inside the hat.

Ang Lee started the engine, turned on the headlights, and with a turn of the steering wheel, the police car drove onto the highway from the east side of the parking lot.

In the rearview mirror, the parking lot lights grew smaller and smaller until they became a single yellow dot and disappeared behind him.

In the passenger seat, Doyle leaned back, his head tilted to one side, a white bandage wrapped around his neck, his face flickering in and out of the light from the streetlights.

Ang Lee gripped the steering wheel with one hand, pulled out a pack of Marlboros from his sleeve pocket, took one out, and put it in his mouth.

The lighter clicked and lit, the flame briefly illuminating his face in the cab. He took a deep breath, the smoke billowing from his nose and condensing into a thin layer of mist on the windshield.