I'm building Gundams in America

Wayne raised an eyebrow and looked at the panel.

【Occupation: Witch Doctor (Level 2)】

Titles: Royal Rebel (Greater chance to gain favor from dungeon streets); Voodoo Medium (85% effective against Voodoo followers); Saint (7% chance of obtaining a gold title)

Physical strength: 1.3/1.3

Intelligence: 1.2/1.3

Mental Power: 1.0/1.6

HP: 105/160

Experience points: 67/100

技能：吟游表演（高级25%）；他乡故知（被动60%）；战术匕首使用（专精1%）；化合物製作（初级70%）；基础巫医（专精10％）；

Battle Pet: Wilderness Hound (Level 1, 50%)

Status: Minor injury not yet healed

Doing more tasks makes experience points rise quickly; in the blink of an eye, I already have 67 points, almost enough to get another attribute point.

I should accept the job offer from the corpse collector.

He then looked at Alex, the corpse collector in front of him, and raised his fist, saying:

"Okay, bro, no problem."

A rare smile appeared on Alex's tired face. He bumped fists with Wayne and said:

"Welcome to the team. First of all, as unofficial corpse collectors, we don't have contracts, but you can sell for more money, and you can get a share of the profits from clues. You can even post your own missions."

"There have been so many corpses lately, to be honest, my partner and I are already a bit overwhelmed—after all, I still have to go to school."

"If you find a body and have a means of transport, you can bypass me and call the police directly to St. Mary's Jesuit Biotechnology Company—that's a body collection company under our research institute."

He then took out a document and handed it to Wayne.

Wayne flipped through it casually and found it was a price list.

The approximate price of the corpse was listed.

Those who have an identity that can be found in the database are one type, and they usually only receive a lead fee of four hundred US dollars.

After all, the family needs to be contacted, and then the family decides whether to sell the body—of course, it is usually sold directly, since if you don't sell, you have to pay a high service fee for collecting the body, and the price is up to you.

Not to mention, these medical institutions that collect corpses often advertise "free funerals." Keep in mind that for an average American, a traditional burial, including a memorial service, coffin, burial plot, and tombstone, costs over $12,000. Even cremation starts at $6,000.

When faced with bills, family ties often become less important.

The bodies of undocumented immigrants or those lacking proper identification are priced much higher, making this a more detailed classification.

For those addicted to regular painkillers or marijuana, the price is generally $600 per person.

Those who abuse high-level enhancement agents year after year are worth 800 knives each.

If there is clear evidence that the person received more than three types of enhancement agents before death and samples were kept, the penalty starts at $900.

For rare cases, the price starts at $1000.

For deaths with unique causes and significant value for pathological and trauma research, the starting price is $800.

Clean corpses that have not been treated with any additives, have never been exposed to leaves, and are free from painkiller addiction, infectious diseases, and external injuries, sell for higher prices the freshest they are, starting at $1200 and with no upper limit depending on freshness. These are considered hard currency.

Then there are various more unique categories, such as pregnant women, infants, the elderly, and children.

Normally, the market price for a complete corpse is around $2100-$5000. Selling it in smaller quantities yields even higher profits, and selling it in parts can fetch $3000-$10000. A young, healthy corpse without infectious diseases, external injuries, or drug abuse can even sell for $1.5 to $2.

Therefore, the prices on this price list are not high.

However, medical institutions and biotech companies that collect corpses also need profits, so this is the price for first-tier hospitals.

The main reason is the recent increase in extreme weather events, which has led to frequent shortages of corpses, resulting in ample supply and impacting market prices.

To put it simply, if there are too many corpses on the streets, and you don't sell your products, plenty of people will die.

Of course, there is one last special statement:

Under U.S. federal law, the direct sale of remains is prohibited. This price list represents the processing fees for the remains.

Wayne frowned as he read, and by the time he finished, his brows were furrowed into a knot.

Seeing Wayne's expression, Alex gave a wry smile, then sighed again and said:

"It's disgusting, isn't it? But that's how this job is. You're a local, so you can probably handle it. I'm about to go crazy, and I can only relieve my stress by streaming online. You're doing me a favor..."

After a pause, Alex continued:

"You're right, this country truly deserves to go to hell..."

Wayne nodded and said:

"You should go home now... If you encounter any danger, you can contact me."

The other person paused for a moment, then bumped fists with Wayne, waved goodbye, picked up the cardboard box containing the poisoned infant, got into the car, and drove away.

After the body collector Alex left, Mike and David excitedly gathered around, their faces beaming as they looked at the price list in Wayne's hand.

"So this is the real money the body collector got. He took a lot from us before..." David clicked his tongue and said, "Adding today's three thousand dollars, we now have... twelve thousand six hundred dollars."

But there's not much to say about that, since body collectors also need to make money, otherwise who would do this job? The real lion's share goes to medical institutions and biotech companies.

"I heard that professional body sales companies make more money... but given the situation in Seattle, we can make a lot even if we just work as body collectors," Mike calmly analyzed.

After all, selling a corpse can earn several hundred dollars, which is enough to cover his weekly wages.

Most importantly, once you become a corpse collector, you can receive clues from other people and make money by collecting corpses discovered by others, taking a cut of every single one.

This is the huge difference between a simple worker and a boss.

Upon hearing this, David also began to daydream.

After becoming a corpse collector, and with the medical fees Wayne earned from treating patients on the street, paying off the $20,000 owed to the Lamesta Group became a breeze, and everything after that was pure profit.

He and Mike could earn more money with their brothers, and maybe they could save enough to pay off their student loans and previous debts, return to a normal life, and no longer have to be homeless on the streets...

Wayne said:

"Brothers, you're too optimistic. Where are you going to find that many corpses? Even if you could get one corpse every day, it would only be a few hundred dollars."

David shook his head and said:

"Brother, you're mistaken. You don't understand Seattle. There are over 17,000 officially registered homeless people in Seattle... and people keep joining them, but the number hasn't changed much over the years. Can you guess why?"

"Every winter, death wields its scythe on the streets of Seattle! Last year when it snowed, I almost froze to death and ended up lying on a sewer vent to keep warm..."

At this point, David seemed to recall some tragic past events, and his voice lowered.

The snow fell heavier and heavier, and the high ground temperature caused the snowflakes to melt quickly, resulting in more water accumulation on the ground.

Wayne stared blankly at the falling snowflakes.

The streets before them were bustling, and the office buildings not far away were brightly lit. Further away, skyscrapers stood side by side, with skyscrapers of various high-tech companies such as Microsoft, Apple, Amazon, Boeing, Meta, Google, Oracle, Nvidia, and T-Mobile rising from the ground, seemingly representing the future of mankind.

And that's the most bizarre part.

Beneath these skyscrapers, amidst this prosperity and flourishing, in the shadows of these buildings, people can no longer be called human; even the desire to live a normal life has become a luxury.

Every brick and tile is inscribed with "cannibalism".

"Brother, are you still worried? There's no need to be. You know..." Mike saw that Wayne was lost in thought and assumed that he was still troubled by the state of the world, so he comforted him.

Before he could finish his sentence, Wayne suddenly raised a finger and said seriously:

"Shut up, you hear me."

Mike was taken aback:

"What are you listening to?"

Wayne pointed to the ground and solemnly said:

"under!"

Mike and David listened carefully and immediately heard a rumbling sound, as if a giant dragon was roaring and moving underground.

"What is this?" Mike asked, puzzled.

Wayne turned and ran down the sewer shaft, shouting:

"It's a flood! The sewer system is releasing water!"