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You have entered the Dark Nest of the Demon Realm Dungeon, which appears to have just undergone a pest control cleanup.

"Clang... Clang... Clang..."

Wearing masks and gloves, Wayne and David climbed down the sewer shaft, where a cold, echoing sound reverberated.

Completely different from the raging torrents of last night, after a day of flood discharge, the water in the sewers has receded completely, and even the water level in the ditches is much lower than before.

There was a lot of trash scattered on the platforms on both sides of the huge passageway.

They were all swept over during the flood discharge and then sank to the bottom due to their weight.

The entire sewer was a mess.

Needless to say, their original campsite was completely washed clean.

Wayne and David, with their dog Wick by their side, followed the direction of the water flow, flashlights in hand.

"Hey bro, look, that looks like old Will's sofa." David whistled, shone his flashlight on something in the ditch, and whistled, "Too bad old Will took it back to the new camp, otherwise he might have dragged this thing out."

The two continued walking forward, seeing a lot of miscellaneous items along the way.

Tents, pots and pans, portable stoves, tables and chairs, laptops, etc.

There are countless homeless people who originally lived in the sewers, but just looking at these items is enough to show that many of them have already perished.

David cursed:

"These fucking murderers!"

Wayne frowned and said:

"Didn't those people who released the floodwaters know that people lived in the sewers?"

David shook his head and said:

"Of course they know that, which is one of the reasons why I've never lived in the sewers... You know, I often do day jobs at demonstrations, so I've made quite a few friends..."

Wayne nodded and said, "Like that former FBI agent."

David continued:

"That's right. I heard from them that the higher-ups have known for a long time that there are homeless people living in the sewers, but too many homeless people living there will affect the drainage system. They can't just send people to drive them away, so they use this flood discharge method to clean it up regularly."

"Like fucking cleaning up cockroaches in the sewers."

Wayne sighed and said:

"Isn't anyone going to expose this? They're committing murder."

David shrugged:

"Yes, it is murder, but in the eyes of those in power, homeless people are no longer considered human beings—besides donating some near-expiry food to food banks to offset taxes, they also use the pretext of helping homeless people to obtain government funding."

Wayne clicked his tongue, suddenly remembering a movie he had seen in his previous life called "The Purge".

At the time, I felt that this movie was really ridiculous. How could the upper echelons of a country's government directly come up with a plan to kill and eliminate the lower classes? But how come this movie had such high box office?

I only realized now that these are all realist documentaries.

Oh no, it should be considered a more aesthetically pleasing category.

The two chatted casually and soon arrived at the water-dividing fence at the end of the main passage—the place where they had found the slime last time.

As the flashlight beam shone on him, David couldn't help but curse:

"Is this fucking hell?!"

The scene before me looked like a massacre.

Besides various miscellaneous items, there were also some messy limbs and bones, which had turned white from being soaked in water, scattered everywhere.

In terms of numbers, the total number of people who could assemble these parts far exceeds that of the group of programmers.

Clearly, many long-buried corpses from the sewer system were also washed out by this flood.

There were also some who might have been alive, but the water flow was too strong and there were sharp metal objects on the ground. During the collision, they were forcibly dismantled.

The two men shone their flashlights around and found three bodies that were still relatively intact.

They either lay in the sewage or hung on the fence.

Wayne and David jumped into the ditch, grabbed the body lying in the sewage, and turned it over.

You have acquired the skill: Basic Structure of Large Models (Specialization)

The corpse's mouth was wide open, its eyes were wide open, and its face still showed a look of astonishment, as if it still couldn't understand how it had ended up in this situation.

It was Alexander Wang, the same Alexander Wang whom Wayne had met once before.

Wayne nodded. The body was fairly intact, and judging from his appearance, he hadn't abused drugs. It should fetch a good price.

Moreover, although this skill is not very useful to him, it is still a master-level skill that can be used to enhance other skills.

It will definitely have excellent results.

After setting Alexander the Great's body aside, Wayne and David worked together to pull down another body that was stuck in the fence.

You have acquired the skill: Lawn Mowing (Beginner)

Wayne shrugged.

Although this corpse also belonged to this group of programmers, the randomly generated skill it possessed was not very good.

Moreover, the corpse's right leg and left arm were bent at an unnatural angle, clearly indicating that they were broken.

It's not complete, so it won't fetch a high price.

Then came the third body.

The body's clothes had been mostly washed away, leaving only half of its underwear, suggesting it was a homeless person.

Moreover, half of its head was cut off, indicating that it must have crashed directly into a sharp object.

His brains have all been drained.

There was no reaction the moment the body was touched.

Wayne had already made his own judgment at that moment.

Corpses with damaged heads or brains cannot acquire skills.

That's normal; it seems the system's skill extraction is more like a brain scan.

"Call the police," Wayne said.

David immediately took out his phone, ran back to the shaft, climbed up, and dialed the police.

According to the standard procedure for collecting bodies on the streets of Seattle, after a body is discovered, the police must be called first. The police will then arrive at the scene, rule out homicide or other suspicious circumstances, confirm the death, and take photos to record evidence before the body is taken away by a body collector.

Of course, this is the standard procedure.

Sometimes the police are simply too busy, or the deceased is clearly an unidentified homeless person, which can lead to irregularities where the body is taken back to the relevant agency by the person collecting the body before the police are notified and the procedures are completed.

Since Wayne and his gang disposed of three bodies this time, they have to call the police and follow standard procedures.

The sound of sirens could be heard in the distance, and then two policemen, accompanied by a forensic doctor, climbed down the shaft with furrowed brows and, led by David, arrived at the fence.

"Fuck!" Upon seeing the horrific scene, the two police officers couldn't help but curse, and then began recording information about the bodies.

"The corpse collectors from St. Mary's Biology?" A tired-looking policeman nodded to Wayne as a greeting. "Thanks for your hard work. Seattle's corpse collectors are short-handed lately, so it looks like they're starting to expand."

There's been so much extreme weather these past few days that there are many more bodies on the streets of Seattle. He's already been to several places tonight alone.

Several police officers came and went in a hurry. After examining the body, making records, and handing it over to Wayne, they quickly left.

I absolutely don't want to spend even a minute longer in the sewers.

The three bodies were left to Wayne and David.

After placing the three bodies on the steps and collecting the scattered limbs such as arms and legs into a bag, which was then tied with rope, Wayne and David began to carry it towards the shaft.

"Bro, these waterlogged corpses are so heavy... I haven't eaten dinner yet tonight, I really..." David said, panting heavily as he gripped the corpses' legs.

Wayne smiled slightly and said:

"Brother, you have to believe in yourself."

Then, he immediately found David under the [Bonds] option on the panel and activated his stamina boost.

Instantly, David, who had been panting heavily, straightened his back and felt an immense surge of power, which doubled in strength.

"That makes sense! I really don't feel tired anymore!" she exclaimed happily.

David shoved Wayne aside, hoisted the two corpses onto his shoulders, one on each side, and strode toward the shaft.

Wayne dragged Alexander the Great's corpse along behind.

The two arrived at the bottom of the shaft. David, as if he had taken a super-enhancing drug, made two trips back and forth and carried all three corpses up without Wayne having to lift a finger.

After climbing to the ground, the two took out a dozen large black garbage bags and wrapped all three corpses in them.

When I first started working as a body collector, I didn't have any professional body bags, so I had to make do with what I had.

Just as I finished tidying up, I heard a "creak" and a dilapidated secondhand Toyota sedan screeched to a halt on the side of the road.

Mike opened the car door, got out, and ran over excitedly, saying:

"Brothers, get in the car! Hurry up and get in! We have a car!"

He arrived late today because he went to buy a used car.

With a loud crash, the front bumper of the Toyota fell off, and Mike quickly put it back on.

Looking at the used car, David frowned and said:

"Bro, this car is fucking older than my grandpa's ass, where did you get it from?"

Mike laughed, hoisted a corpse onto the back seat of the car, and said as he did so:

"Don't let its age fool you, it's incredibly powerful, and most importantly, it's cheap—only two thousand dollars! Bro, you can own this gem for just two thousand dollars, aren't you satisfied?"

Wayne chuckled at this point, shook his head, picked up Alexander Wang's body, and stuffed it into the back seat as well.

Mike is great in every way, except he's a bit too calculating.

I had already told him to buy a slightly better used car, but I didn't expect him to buy such an old man's car.

It's at least eighteen moves.

However, Mike is probably also worried about paying off the debts of the Seta Group.

As long as the car can be driven, it's fine.

The back seat was crammed with three corpses and a bag of parts, and David squeezed in with difficulty, while Wayne sat in the passenger seat.

With the engine running, Wayne, the newly minted corpse collector, and his two assistants anticipated a bountiful harvest.

The car drove through familiar streets, leaving the Chinatown international community and entering a bustling area.

There are many schools and hospitals here, as well as some middle-class residential communities.

The car stopped at the back door of a building, at the address given by the body collector Alex.

Saint Mary Biotechnology Co., Ltd.

[You have arrived at the lair of the Bone-Slaying Demon. Enter it for ten minutes without getting injured to receive a reward.]