I'm building Gundams in America

Wayne nodded slightly when he saw a line of text flashing on the panel in front of him.

From the system's perspective, this kind of biological company that specializes in buying corpses is extremely dangerous, just like the lair of the bone-removing demon.

Therefore, the system considers this place extremely dangerous, so going in and staying for a while will earn you a reward.

That's a clever way to win.

Of course, this also indirectly illustrates how sinister the work of handling and selling corpses is, to the point that even the system thinks only a bone-removing demon would do it.

They had reached the back gate of the closed courtyard when they were immediately stopped by a fat black security guard with a gun tucked into his waistband.

Wayne pulled out an ID card that the body collector Alex had given him and said:

"Deliver the goods."

The security guard took the ID and glanced at it, then looked at the three human figures wrapped in plastic bags in the back seat, and grinned as he said:

"Brother, I've seen delivery guys all the time, but this is the first time I've ever seen one driving a damn Toyota sedan to deliver goods... and using damn garbage bags to carry corpses."

He then gave the three men a thumbs-up, nodded, and let their car in.

When they arrived at the back of the building, Wayne parked the car and dialed a number.

"Hello, I'm the new body collector... Alex referred me here, and my car is parked in the backyard."

There was a few seconds of hesitation on the other end, followed by a slightly husky female voice:

"I'm coming right away."

The back door of the building opened, and a red-haired woman in her early twenties, wearing a white lab coat and smoking a cigarette, walked out with a standard American white man's fake smile on her face. She paused for a moment when she saw the Toyota sedan that Wayne and the others were driving, and then nodded.

"Mr. Wayne? I'm Charlotte, the head of the mortuary project at St. Mary Bio. Alex has already told me..." the woman said.

He then took a drag of his cigarette, exhaled a puff of smoke, and said, "We're really short-handed tonight. All the body collectors are out. Could you please help us move the bodies to the morgue? There are trolleys inside."

Wayne was more than happy to agree and immediately nodded.

Mike went in and brought out three trolleys. Then, he, Mike, and David moved the body out of the back seat of the Toyota, put it on the trolleys, and pushed them into the building in front of them.

[You have entered the lair of the Bone-Slaying Demon. The timer has begun.]

Mike and David both looked around with curiosity.

The interior of the building was spotless; the floor tiles were so shiny you could see your reflection, and the ceiling lights in the corridors were dazzling.

This place is somewhat like a hospital, but not exactly the same.

They soon arrived at the room marked "morgue".

Charlotte swiped her employee card on the electronic lock, and the door opened immediately. Wayne and his two companions filed in, pushing three carts.

One wall to the side was lined with square freezer doors.

Clearly, this is the freezer where corpses are stored.

Upon seeing the black garbage bag covering the corpse, the woman named Charlotte's eye twitched involuntarily, and she said:

"According to the regulations... never mind, to hell with the regulations, we really are short-staffed right now..."

"However, you can take a few body bags when you leave. According to regulations, you still need to use professional body bags, mainly to prevent bodily fluids from leaking everywhere. Now... let's inspect the goods."

Wayne nodded and made a gesture. Mike and David immediately tore off the black plastic bags covering the corpses, revealing three bodies that were bloated and turned white from being soaked in water.

Upon seeing Alexander the Great's intact body, Charlotte's eyes lit up, and she exclaimed with delight:

"Yes, the body is quite intact, and since it's Asian, it should be relatively clean."

Then, with a hint of regret, he said:

"It's a pity he didn't just die..."

Otherwise it would be worth even more.

He then looked at the other two corpses, his expression once again showing regret at the broken bones and shattered skulls, as if he were a shop assistant looking at a defective product.

"I've received information from the police that, apart from the headless body and the Asian boy, the other of the three bodies has legal status, and his family has been notified..." Charlotte said.

"Damn it!" David cursed under his breath.

If someone has legal status and family members, then the majority of the money will go to the family members; they won't get much.

Wayne patted him on the shoulder and said:

"Brother, you're overthinking it. We received a pre-arranged payment."

Corpse collectors earn their money through hard work, since they don't own the bodies and are mostly just movers.

They don't produce corpses, they only transport them, so they only charge a transportation fee.

Of course, the money earned from moving different corpses is not exactly the same.

Charlotte examined the headless body of the homeless man and said:

"This corpse has many needle marks on its thighs, clearly a drug addict... 600... Sigh, it's our first time working together, let's just say 700."

He then pried open the eyes of another corpse with a broken arm and leg, and said:

"This needs to go through the compliance process, and the tip fee is $400."

Finally, he looked at Alexander the Great's body again, carefully pried open his eyes and mouth, and said:

"The body is fairly intact, but unfortunately it was drowned too much and its airway is blocked by silt... Starting price: $1200."

David quickly argued:

"That's too little. Look how fresh he is, he's practically alive. And he's an Asian programmer. These nerds would never do drugs, because Confucius's requirements are too low, 1200 is too low."

Wayne raised his hand to stop David, and said with his fist out:

"make a deal."

Charlotte glanced at Wayne in surprise, then bumped fists with him and explained:

"We can't be sure whether he used any enhancers or not; we need to do more testing. These top students from Tokyo University can become wild in this land. If you want an extra four hundred dollars, you can wait for the payment later."

Wayne said:

"No need, I only need cash. Also..."

As he spoke, he winked at Mike.

Mike immediately picked up a large black garbage bag and placed it on a table. When he opened it, some messy hands and feet were revealed inside.

"We still have these, anonymous, no source. I don't know if you do retail?" Wayne said.

Charlotte's eyes lit up, and she said:

"Sure, our company has retail channels, and these impact wounds are very valuable for research. If I'm not mistaken, you got these from the Seattle sewers, right?"

Without waiting for Wayne's reply, she began counting the number of limbs inside.

Charlotte quickly said:

"In total... seven legs and eight arms, but unfortunately most of the fingers are missing, and the wounds are severely torn. So, each leg is $100, each arm is $80, plus the three corpses from before, the total is..."

"3660 US dollars," Wayne nodded and said, "Deal, I want cash."

"Okay, please wait a moment, I'll have someone come and take inventory." Charlotte said, then turned and left the morgue.

After Charlotte left, Mike and David couldn't help but look excited.

"Damn it, I never thought corpse collectors made so much money! And damn, even arms and legs are so expensive!"

"Yeah, I only earn less than two thousand yuan a month working at the supermarket, it's nowhere near as good as this..."

Tonight alone, they earned 3,660 yuan just from collecting corpses, something they never dared to imagine before!

Wayne smiled and said:

"Brothers, once we've paid off our debts, we can split the money equally."

Unlike the money for exorcising evil spirits and curing diseases, the money for collecting corpses was the hard-earned money of the three of them. Even though Mike and David were just his assistants, the accounts had to be kept clear.

Mike and David were taken aback, then shook their heads simultaneously.

Mike said:

"Brother, you're the real corpse collector. We're just your assistants. Generally speaking, assistants only get a maximum of 10% of the pay—which is a lot for me right now."

David nodded in agreement:

"Yes, brother, you need money right now too, and besides, I have a day job doing marching."

Wayne didn't say anything, but waved his hand and walked to a wall of morgue cabinets. He then suddenly pulled open one of the cabinets, revealing a cold, lifeless body inside.

He was a young Mexican.

Without hesitation, Wayne immediately reached out and touched it.