America: The Cremator

"Good evening, America! It's time for that bizarre lottery draw again!"

"The bizarre number of animals born in the United States yesterday was a full 87!"

"Let's congratulate the 17 lucky winners who correctly predicted the target..."

The cacophony of sounds emanating from the car radio echoed through the spacious cabin of the Ford F-550.

Su Long held the steering wheel with one hand and grabbed his phone from the dashboard with the other.

The phone screen was on an order page for a lottery app, and the number he had bet on was clearly displayed after the purchase record: 88.

"Fuck! So close!"

Having just missed out on ten thousand dollars, Su Long cursed angrily, threw his phone back into the passenger seat, and pressed the accelerator harder.

Outside the window is North Aurora Boulevard in Seattle, lined with rows of retro-style motels. Many women in brightly colored short skirts stand under the streetlights, waving to passing vehicles.

The Ford F-550 that Sulong was driving had been modified, with a raised chassis, a wide body, and a huge chrome grille against the black paint, making it extremely eye-catching.

The next moment, a figure suddenly blocked the front of the car.

Su Long slammed on the brakes, nearly slamming onto the steering wheel due to the inertia.

"Shit, you're asking for it!"

Su Long rolled down the car window halfway and started cursing.

The girl who was blocking the car had now reached the driver's side.

She looked young, with a pleasing baby face. She wore a white jacket and a blue-gray skirt, which perfectly showcased her full and well-proportioned figure.

Su Long immediately understood the other person's profession.

Even if he had money, he wouldn't be interested in this kind of deal, especially since he's currently dirt poor.

Su Long initially planned to just yell at her and send her away, but then he thought again that this woman had just caused him to almost hit the steering wheel, so he couldn't just let it go like that.

"Need a companion, sir?" the girl asked first, leaning closer to the car window while observing the interior.

Su Long tapped his fingers on the steering wheel: "Okay, baby."

Upon hearing this, the girl's smile widened even more: "Your car is really nice, may I touch it?"

Su Long nodded, and the girl reached in, her small hand first touching the steering wheel, then nimbly reaching down like a snake.

Su Long was caught off guard by the sudden attack and froze.

After a moment, the girl seemed to have found a satisfactory answer and withdrew her hand: "It seems you are ready, sir."

Surong smiled and said, "Yes, I really like your perfume."

The girl smiled and opened her vest a little wider to allow the perfume to release more fully: "Thank you, I'm wearing Burberry."

Su Long's gaze fell on the girl's chest, where a silver necklace, mass-produced by the church for exorcising evil spirits, was wedged between her two round mounds. For a moment, he couldn't tell whether the necklace or the background was whiter. "So... does your 'sister' also wear perfume?"

"I didn't use perfume, since there's already plenty of water," the girl smiled knowingly and winked at Su Long. "120 US dollars for 20 minutes."

Su Long pretended to think carefully, then nodded: "Do you have a location? How far is it from here? I'm in a hurry."

"A ten-minute drive."

Surong shook his head and suggested, "It's too far. Would you mind coming to my car? It'll cost $80 and take 15 minutes."

The girl looked around at the huge pickup truck; the interior was spacious enough, and the leather seats looked very comfortable.

It's about to rain outside, which seems like a good option.

"Okay, I accept." The girl opened the car door and prepared to get in.

Su Long pointed behind him, a smile playing on his lips, like a fisherman who had finally caught a fat fish.

"Go and see what kind of car this is before you decide whether you want to accept it."

"If you really dare to go for it, I'll give you double the pay~"

The girl was a little confused. She took a few steps back, walked around to the side of the vehicle, and looked at the modified rear compartment.

This carriage did not appear to be a cargo box, but rather a huge metal container exuding a strange, burnt smell.

The circular hatch in the center of the makeshift hospital is decorated with a picture of Jesus and a cross, and a long-handled shovel covered in dirt hangs next to it.

This is a fucking mobile crematorium!

The girl's face turned deathly pale instantly, then quickly flushed red.

"You penniless corpse collector! Making fun of me, go to hell!"

She cursed angrily and spat out a mouthful of saliva into the car window.

"Hahaha!"

Su Long laughed heartily, rolled up the car window to block the spittle flying at him, and shut out the insults.

The Ford engine roared again, its tires kicking up water from the roadside, leaving the girl behind.

The next moment, the cell phone on the dial rang, and the screen displayed the caller's name: Supervisor Watkinson.

Su Long's smile froze instantly. He sighed softly and connected the car's Bluetooth.

A voice, produced by fat pressing against the vocal cords, rang out: "Su, was the last order completed?"

Su Long frowned, sensing something unusual in Watkinson's tone: "It's done, supervisor. When I arrived, the body had already been loaded onto a truck and taken away by the BG autopsy center."

"What's wrong, sir? Has something serious happened?"

Watkinson paused for a moment, then slowly spoke: "Around 3 p.m. this afternoon, four unidentified bodies were found in the industrial area along the South Park River. It appears to be a gang killing. We sent Daniel and Declan to collect the bodies at 5 p.m., but we've been out of contact for over two hours now. I need you to go check on the situation."

After listening, Surong flatly refused, saying, "Sir, I'm just a body collector issued 10 silver-plated bullets and paid $50 an hour. Given that the team is out of contact, shouldn't you be contacting FBI agents who use pure silver bullets?"

"Furthermore, according to the work manual, the body collection work must be carried out by a team of two or more people, and my partner Wells is still missing. I have the right to refuse this task."

"Leon Sue, you seem to have forgotten something," Watkinson's tone turned somber: "I only gave you this job because I took pity on you."

"Our district has already had a lot of trouble this month. If another problem arises, and the higher-ups investigate and find out that the morgue worker they hired at a high salary is a stage three uremia patient, what do you think the consequences will be?"

Su Long's fingers tightened around the steering wheel, his face turning ashen, but he couldn't refute it because what his supervisor said was true.

In America, losing your job means losing your life and everything... especially for someone with uremia who needs dialysis twice a week.

"Listen, I understand your predicament," Watkinson said, his tone softening slightly. "This time, you don't need to be Constantine. Just go and take a look, check the situation, and then take pictures to report back to me."

"Once it's done, I'll give you a quota of one hundred silver-plated bullets, without going through the accounts."

Su Long's eyes widened.

One hundred silver-plated bullets!

On the black market, these specially made ammunition, which are effective against the bizarre, are extremely expensive, and the total price they fetch is enough to cover the cost of one of his hemodialysis sessions.

Su Long raised his right hand and looked at the artificial blood vessel fistula bulging under the pale skin, which throbbed with his pulse like a venomous snake sucking blood.

"Okay, supervisor, I'll go check it out."

Seeing that Su Long agreed, Wokingson breathed a sigh of relief, gave a few more instructions, and then hung up the phone.

Su Long stared at the black screen of his phone, letting out a long sigh of relief: "Damn job! Damn America!"

Then he added another sentence.

"Damn time travel!"

Su Long was an American student who, on the day before he was to return home, was transported to this parallel world. He completely said goodbye to his homeland and family and became a down-on-his-luck Asian with the exact same appearance and name as him.

There was no time for Su Long to reminisce about the past; a more brutal killing line loomed, bizarre cases occurred frequently, the work of collecting corpses was dangerous, and he was suffering from stage three uremia...

Countless absurd and insane things swarmed forward, like a pack of wild dogs, chasing this newcomer to the place until he could hardly breathe.

Su Long glanced at the conspicuous orange progress bar in the corner of his vision, which clearly showed "System loading 99%".

The progress bar was imprinted on his retina on the first day of his journey, and it climbed to 99% in just three days. Then a whole month passed without it moving an inch.

"Damn system!"

Su Long shifted gears again, slammed on the gas pedal, and with a roar of the engine, the huge crematorium truck surged forward, turned around at the intersection, and headed in the direction it was heading.

The torrential rain, which had been brewing for hours, finally fell, the thick curtain of rain completely blurring the boundary between heaven and earth, outlining a gloomy and oppressive world.

……

8:27 p.m., Seattle, Duwamish River industrial area.

At this moment, Su Long had already put on a gas mask and protective clothing and was driving on the main road.

Turn right from the main road into an abandoned factory area, drive 50 meters and then turn left again. You will soon arrive at the location mentioned in the body recovery report.

Su Long took the Geiger counter out of the toolbox, adjusted it, and confirmed that the function and power were working properly.

The old man Wells told him that the instrument had been specially modified to measure the concentration of strange forces.

Once it starts sounding the alarm, you can put your work ID in your mouth to make things easier for your colleagues who arrive later.

Then, Su Long pulled out his sidearm from the hollow armrest box and inspected the gun and magazine.

This is a Glock 19. I don't know how many times it has changed hands, but the slide is covered with wear marks.

The magazine was filled with 17 rounds, the first 12 of which were common Luger 9mm pistol rounds, while the last 5 were special silver-plated rounds.

If this burst of bullets misses, whether it's a human or a monster, they'll have a good meal.

With a "click," Su Long reloaded the magazine, then pulled the slide to confirm that he could see the brass cartridge case of the first bullet through the ejection port.

Holding a firearm, Su Long finally felt a sense of security. He pushed open the car door and stepped into the heavy rain, holding a gun in one hand and a flashlight in the other, looking around.

We've arrived at the burial site, but where is the body...?

Through the hazy halos of light, he quickly locked onto his target: another crematorium was parked in front of the bushes on one side of the factory gate.

License plate number: "KXC317".

This is the vehicle driven by the missing team.

Su Long walked to the front of the train and looked into the interior of the carriage.

The lights in the carriage were still on, and the car key was still in the ignition—but the two occupants were nowhere to be found.

Su Long climbed into the carriage and searched around. He quickly found two cell phones on the seats, as well as two sets of hazmat suits and various tools behind the seats.

The phone and equipment are here, but the person is nowhere to be found?

He took a deep breath, got out of the car, then took the Geiger counter from his waist, held it high, and walked around the area.

Apart from the occasional fluctuation in background radiation, the values ​​remained unchanged.

The instrument feedback confirmed that there were no strange activities in the vicinity, which relieved Su Long slightly.

He moved to the back of the vehicle, opened the cremation compartment, and found the interior clean and tidy, with no signs of burning.

"Looks like the 'Gundam' issue hasn't been dealt with yet."

(PS: Because the bodies that need to be collected are often in the form of fragments, much like a Gundam that needs to be assembled, the industry often uses "Gundam" as a substitute.)

To facilitate transport, crematorium vehicles are usually placed as close as possible to the location of Gundam fragments. Su Long looked around, trying to find the possible locations where Gundams might be hidden.

"Where are all you unlucky folks?"