From picking up corpses to becoming a true god of America

Of course, Rocky is not a completely cold-blooded beast.

He's nothing but a despicable and callous politician.

He was certainly furious about his son's death.

But more important than revenge and anger is...

Rocky is now in danger of losing even his own position!

It's important to know that his son, Arthur, died as an extremely racist, insane, and mentally unstable gunman!

This was a huge blow to Rocky.

Whether within the Democratic Party, in Seattle, Washington state, or even nationwide, voices of doubt against Lodge are rising one after another.

Washington state is a Democratic stronghold, and Seattle is home to giant companies like Boeing and Microsoft.

The more such a city is, the more attention it pays to racial issues, even considering them a very important political issue!

Arthur's current crimes have almost destroyed all the political capital that Lodge has accumulated over the past thirty years.

Even many Republican lawmakers and supporters are cheering for Arthur and Lodge.

So much so that in the last few days, Rocky's colleagues have been looking at him with a strange gaze.

Rocky has to do something.

For myself, and for my son.

The Seattle Police Department will have to make do.

Rocky used his power and connections to mobilize an audit team to investigate the police station's accounts, and also sent gangsters to teach those despicable Asians a lesson for talking nonsense.

Once the audit team uncovers any irregularities, he can use that leverage to force the Seattle Police Department to back down.

As for public opinion, Rocky didn't care.

Once the police are dealt with, public opinion and the people are nothing more than inflatable dolls to be manipulated at will; boomerangs and similar incidents are commonplace.

However, just when Rocky thought everything was progressing steadily according to his plan...

A phone call disrupted his plans.

"Wait, what are you saying?"

Rocky's voice grew increasingly shrill: "You said the gangs you sent to warn those Asians were wiped out overnight?!"

"Have you found out who did it?"

Rocky kept calculating in his mind.

Having the ability to wipe out a crippled gang stronghold in one night means that someone has started targeting him.

Is it those Republican bastards, or are his own colleagues planning to start a purge?

Damn it, are these bastards like vultures, already itching to devour their own corpses?

Hehe, I'll grant your wish?

If I don't knock out a few of your teeth, then all these years of being a congressman have been for nothing!

However, just as Rocky was pondering in his heart who his opponent would be this time...

The person on the other end of the phone gave him an unexpected answer.

"The Seattle Police Department is investigating, but according to information McCann gave us earlier, the perpetrator was an African American dressed as Mickey Mouse."

"Mickey Mouse?"

Upon hearing this, Rocky's eyes widened, and he wore an expression of disbelief.

WTF? Me, hitting Mickey Mouse?

Is the person who would lay a hand on you really Walt Disney?

Wait, why is that?

Rocky sensed a strong eeriness in this absurd situation, as if someone was interfering with him.

Those Republican arch-enemies, and even the young people within the party.

These are all people Rocky has to keep an eye on; they could all potentially harm him.

However, the more important task now is to prioritize resolving the problems in Seattle.

"Your audit team needs to speed things up, John. I can't hold on much longer."

Rocky said coldly, "You should still remember who you relied on to get this committee position, right?"

"Of course, Mr. Congressman."

John on the other end of the phone quickly agreed: "I've discovered some clues that might be useful to us."

"Oh?"

"It's about the Seattle Police Department illegally selling corpses."

"What kind of leverage is that?"

Rocky scoffed, "Haven't we seen this kind of trick enough? Those pharmaceutical companies, medical schools, research institutes—where don't they need tons of corpses?"

"Are you trying to embarrass me in front of the police chief, John?"

"No, sir, that's not how it is!"

John wiped his sweat and quickly said, "Although, as you said, these bodies were sold to the University of Washington, the person who handled them was Asian! And he was involved in Arthur's case."

"oh?"

Upon hearing this, Rocky couldn't help but slap his bald head.

This is absolutely fantastic!

As a politician, Rocky almost instantly came up with a whole set of methods.

Thank God!

He absolutely adored this Asian woman, as if she were a scapegoat bestowed upon him!

After McCann was seriously injured and hospitalized, Ye Xiao had a period of peace.

In the community's study room, Erin and Eldridge Clifford, the young Black man she had met at the Tree Stump bar, were engrossed in writing at their desks.

Looking at them, Ye Xiao felt as if he had returned to his tense and exciting high school life.

However, the level of high school education in the United States is ridiculously low.

Add to that evil practices like "happy education."

As a result, Eileen and Clifford barely knew the multiplication table, a basic concept that even elementary school students in Tokyo know!

Fortunately, neither Eileen nor Clifford are the type to burn books and bury scholars alive.

Especially Clifford.

Unlike those black guys who are ignorant and have to rely on playing basketball to make a living, or join gangs early to sell American herbal medicine.

Clifford is a shy and gentle young man with a dream that goes against his family's traditions: to get into the University of Washington School of Medicine and become a doctor.

For the average American, this is akin to starting from a rural elementary school and aspiring to get into Tsinghua or Peking University.

Ye Xiao had once heard Qin Mo say that in American universities, getting into school based on recommendation letters was the proper way.

Those who get in based on their academic performance are pure oddities.

There was still more than half an hour left before the exam ended.

Feeling bored, Ye Xiao decided to go for a walk and get some fresh air.

It seems there's a distribution event going on outside, giving the poor homeless people some daily necessities and a fast food meal.

Ye Xiao rarely noticed such things, and stood by curiously watching for a while.

However, not long after, he caught a glimpse of a familiar figure appearing not far away.

She was a young white girl.

Her short, golden hair was slightly messy, and she wore a Supreme pullover and denim shorts. Her delicate face was lightly made up.

Was she the girl who helped Qin Mo that night?

I think her name is Rachel.

Ye Xiao recognized him immediately.

She also seemed to be there to participate in the event.

Rachel had no idea what was inside the box, and she was struggling to carry it, completely unaware of the thick power line under her feet.

Just as Rachel accidentally kicked the power line, lost her balance, and was about to fall.

Ye Xiao happened to be passing by, reached out to support her, and casually said, "Be careful, watch where you're going."

"Why?"

Rachel turned her head and glanced at Ye Xiao, her eyes filled with surprise.

"Oh, it's you, Ye Xiao!"

I never expected that she would recognize me.

Now it was Ye Xiao's turn to be dumbfounded.

Did Rachel discover that the person who beat Arthur up that night was actually Ye Xiao?