From picking up corpses to becoming a true god of America

Chapter 111 I'll kill you first!

"Maxim, are you alright?"

"Damn it, what did you do?"

Seeing his companion suddenly lose consciousness, Remy grabbed Klingen by the collar and scolded him.

"Did you poison him? You despicable bastard, you're asking for it!"

An agitated Remy suddenly lunged forward, clenching his fat fist, instinctively wanting to punch Klingen.

However, at that moment, a large hand suddenly landed on his shoulder, stopping him from moving.

"Calm down, Remy, he didn't hurt me."

"What?! Maxim?!"

Remy turned his head in surprise and immediately saw the black man, Maxim, who had regained his senses.

The rest of their companions stared in disbelief at the scene before them.

How come Maxim, who was just having violent convulsions, is suddenly acting like nothing happened?

Did they collude beforehand?

"Maxim, are you alright?"

Faced with Remy's concern, Maxim raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing an exceptionally refreshing smile.

"I'm fine. No, I've never felt so relaxed."

"What?"

At this moment, Maxim looked radiant. He was no longer drunk, and even the previous look of dejection on his face was gone. It was as if he had really returned to his youth.

What the hell is this?

Remy was stunned by what he saw. He instinctively picked up the bottle and took a swig to make sure he wasn't hallucinating.

Perhaps what this young man said is true?

Upon realizing this, these forgotten individuals, and even the bar owner, all looked at the peanuts in their hands, their hearts pounding uncontrollably.

This thing might actually work?!

A few days later, at the Seattle forensic lab.

Due to the surge in serious crimes during this period, the city's only three forensic pathologists have been exhausted, with two of them completely worn out.

In order to ensure the case could be solved, Louise even had to bring Ye Xiao, a medical student who was slacking off, into the studio to make up the numbers.

Although his medical knowledge was not very good.

However, in the forensic medicine course, perhaps because of his exceptionally rich practical experience, Ye Xiao earned an A+ based on his own abilities.

"Why is it another dozen corpses?"

Looking at the exhausted Seth, he directed the officers to carry bags of bodies into the forensic lab.

Ye Xiao couldn't help but sigh.

Klingen is truly resilient.

Having survived the blessing, he was able to use the virus with ease and began recruiting in the slums of Seattle.

There were so many homeless people like this in America that Klingen had a huge opportunity to grow.

Moreover, in those chaotic places, even the police and detectives are unwilling to go and take a look.

As a result, Seattle's crime rate has suddenly soared to an extremely alarming level in the past few days.

Banks, financial companies, gangs, and law firms that relied on fraud and exploitation for their livelihood almost suffered a catastrophe.

Those bankers and lawyers are extremely intelligent people, and they are always thinking about how to efficiently transfer assets out of the hands of the poor.

Having avenged their great grudge, the homeless men became even more devoted to Ye Xiao.

Ye Xiao also obtained a large number of high-quality corpses from them.

The only ones who seem to be injured are the Seattle police officers.

"Stop talking, I wish I could grow three heads and six arms right now."

Seth sighed, deeply missing the carefree days when he partnered with Ye Xiao.

"Three more men have attacked and killed their ex-wives. The others were attacks on banks and insurance companies. Damn it, now banks on the street are too scared to open."

"Who exactly is this 'Lord in Yellow'? Could he be the one who instigated all these recent cases?"

Listening to Seth's rambling, Ye Xiao took the thick stack of case materials and casually asked a question.

"I'm telling you, why don't you retire early and go to Tokyo University?"

"Forget it, I'm too old. You should just send Eileen to Tokyo University as soon as possible."

Seth frowned, his expression growing increasingly grave: "This is really weird. If this keeps up, I have a feeling something big might happen in Seattle."

In some ways, Seth's prediction was correct.

If Louise hadn't persuaded him with her words, Ye Xiao would have already taken Beryl and the others on a cruise vacation.

Since the implementation of the Klingen plan, Ye Xiao has collected more than fifty corpses, but the improvement in his attributes is not obvious, and he hasn't even obtained a single purple seed.

No, the number of corpses is still not enough, and their quality is not particularly good either.

Where do you get so many high-quality corpses?

The elites of America are not like pigs in a farm, waiting in line for Ye Xiao to slaughter them.

etc----

As if struck by a thought, Ye Xiao's lips curled into a cold smile.

Didn't those idiots Griffin plan to bring in the most elite agents from the Federation to hunt them down?

I just hope that these elites are really as outstanding as they claim.

Now, Klingen has gathered more than 40 disillusioned homeless people. Their children have all been sent abroad, and their minds and bodies have been controlled by Ye Xiao using the Blessing Virus. They have become die-hard loyalists to Ye Xiao.

Even if the police and FBI agents have identified them as criminals, they are not afraid.

These Avengers, who have already died once, need no food, no water, and not even the ability to breathe.

Like coyotes, they roam the remote mountains and forests of Washington State, waiting to be reborn when needed, transforming into an inextinguishable flame.

Just then, the door to the forensic lab suddenly opened.

A little girl with long brown hair ran in carrying a lunchbox, like a nimble little deer in the forest.

"Ye, Sister Beryl asked me to bring you lunch!"

Before Eileen even arrived, her silvery voice rang out.

She walked in cheerfully, and before she could even introduce lunch, she bumped into Seth, whose face was full of complex emotions.

"Hey, Dad, what are you doing here?"

"I'd like to ask you what you're doing here?"

Looking at Eileen, Seth couldn't help but feel a pang of grievance.

Ye Xiao had only been busy for a few days when someone brought him food.

He worked overtime at the police station for several months, eating only cold sandwiches and hot dogs every day.

Both are fathers, yet he, a biological father, is not as successful as Ye Xiao, his godfather.

Sixteen-year-old Eileen is at the most energetic age.

Her long brown hair was tied into a neat single ponytail, swaying back and forth behind her head.

A brown down jacket paired with jeans perfectly accentuates the curves of a young girl's body, exuding a vitality unique to her age.

Eileen, who seemed to radiate light and had inexhaustible energy, should never have been in this gloomy forensic lab.

"This is not a place for you. Go back now."

Seth frowned and snapped, "Weren't you thinking about going to university? Why aren't you back studying?"

But to his surprise, Eileen's face fell immediately upon hearing this, and her tone was filled with dissatisfaction.

"Who said I haven't been studying? You don't care about me at all!"

"What did you say?"

"Alright, Seth, stop arguing and let's have lunch together."

Seeing that the situation was not going well, Ye Xiao quickly tried to smooth things over.

However, Seth only glanced at Eileen, then looked back at Ye Xiao, a hint of disappointment on his face.

He turned around, his back to Eileen, and whispered to Ye Xiao.

"I'm sorry, Ye, Eileen is right, I have been too busy lately."

"That's why we should spend more time with our children, isn't it?"

"Let's wait until we're done with this busy period."

Seth patted Ye Xiao on the shoulder: "Time is running out, I have to rush back to the station. Sorry to trouble you again."

WTF?

Before Ye Xiao could react, he saw Seth leave quickly with a stern face.

No, why are you being so polite with me at the market?

Perhaps because it was his first time being a father, Seth didn't have much experience and didn't know how to comfort Eileen. He didn't even dare to make any promises to her easily, for fear that if he couldn't keep them, it would make his daughter sad again.

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Since he's wrong no matter what he does, he might as well let Eileen hate him for now, at least that way he'll be less heartbroken.

Fortunately, he had Ye Xiao, his godfather, to help take care of him, which made Seth feel much more at ease.

"That's just how men are—"

Ye Xiao watched Seth's departing figure and shook his head helplessly.

"What kind of man is he? He's a bad guy!"

Eileen's angry yet disappointed expression perfectly captured the turmoil in her young heart.

She didn't dislike Seth, but she didn't know how to communicate with her father.

Sigh, what a tangled father and daughter.

"Don't talk about your father like that, he's had a tough time too."

Ye Xiao smiled, took out the steaming fried rice and curry from the lunchbox, and while enjoying Beryl's cooking, said, "After we're done with this, how about we go to Disneyland together?"

"Really?!"

"Of course, when have I ever lied to you?"

"Yay! Ye, you're so great!"

Just as Ye Xiao, the godfather, was enjoying his daughter's adoration, Seth, the biological father, was about to face an unimaginable storm.

A storm sparked by Ye Xiao swept across almost the entire state of Washington.

"Damn it, another bastard banker just died! Great! That bastard tricked me into buying stocks, and now I've lost every last penny!"

Everywhere you look, people are talking about the recent attacks.

"What's so good about it?"

The other person scoffed, "Do you really think this kind of violence-for-violence approach is good?"

"What else could it be? Do you have some kind of peculiar fetish that you enjoy making money for people to scam?"

"Damn it! I mean, this is starting to destroy Seattle's social environment!"

"Open your eyes and look at how many shops are closed on the streets now, and even the banks don't dare to open their doors."

"If this continues, our city will be finished!"

Similar sentiments have spread throughout the streets and alleys of Seattle.

Apart from the lower-class citizens who cheered the "arrival of a hero," the rest of the middle class, bureaucrats, and politicians were almost all in a state of fear.

"Damn it, is this Seattle or Vice City?"

"How did this place become more dangerous than Baltimore?"

In the city council chamber, the mayor reprimanded the police superintendents in front of him without any politeness.

"Put your hands on your hearts and ask yourselves honestly, how much funding does the city government give you each year, and this is how you repay the government and the council?"

"Calm down, Viktor."

The county magistrate of Jin County was also present, gently comforting the mayor: "Don't be so angry. If you can't do a good job, let our county council take over."

"Stop talking nonsense."

Mayor Victor scoffed, "I'm the mayor of Seattle. Mind your own business."

"You fucking know that too!?"

County Magistrate Anthony's expression changed instantly, and he glared at his former friend, cursing him out.

"That's what the governor and the Democratic Party branch secretary told me this morning!"

"Is all you think about prostitutes and whiskey?"

"If you don't get this sorted out soon, I'll be the first to kill you!"

It's not fair to blame Mayor Victor or County Chief Anthony for being so hysterical.

Seattle is the capital of King County and the most prosperous and well-known city in Washington State.

Nowadays, various terrorist crimes are rampant, which have seriously affected social peace and stability.

In the era of advanced online media, this chaotic situation was amplified to an extreme degree, even becoming a laughing stock across the United States and profoundly affecting the image of the Democratic Party.

Starting in the last few days, Victor and Anthony's inboxes have been ringing non-stop, filled with all sorts of questions and urgings.

The senders were so famous that they didn't even have the courage to open the emails.

City and county councilors, along with the directors of various committees at both levels of government, were engaged in a heated argument in the city council.

However, the main focus was not on how to solve the problem, but on trying to shift the blame onto the other party.

City councilors criticized the county for not providing enough resources and wasting large sums of money in other areas such as Bellevue.

County council staff accused the city police department of inaction, saying that despite having the strongest police force in the county, they hadn't even managed to deal with a charlatan.

This can't go on any longer.

Victor and Anthony exchanged a glance; these two longtime friends immediately saw the same message in each other's eyes.

This matter is beyond their ability to resolve; they must request assistance from higher authorities.

In other words, this is a burden that neither of them can bear alone; an even bigger scapegoat has to be dragged down with them.

Requesting the governor to declare a state of emergency in King County and activate the Washington State National Guard?

The problem is, with such a huge responsibility, who dares to take it on?

Do you still want this position?

Once a state of emergency is declared, the county government will be completely suspended, and all powers will be taken over by the state government.

Moreover, those National Guard soldiers aren't as conscientious or concerned about citizens as the police.

They represent the state government's strongest military force and are the most solid force for maintaining its rule.

These National Guard troops are not here to protect the safety of citizens; their sole purpose is to ensure the stability and rule of the state government and to completely eliminate any threats.

Therefore, this was an extremely difficult decision.

Neither Victor nor Anthony dared to take the blame.

But just as they were struggling with their decision, the doors of the council were suddenly pushed open.

Griffin and a cold-faced Louise walked slowly into the venue, escorted by a large group of soldiers in military uniforms.

Damn it, what, what's going on here?

A mutiny?

Upon seeing this group of soldiers wearing sunglasses and holding dark rifles, the councilors present were completely stunned.

They opened their mouths, unable to utter a sound, only able to hear the heavy thud of military boots on the wooden floor.

The sound seemed to be pounding on their hearts.