From picking up corpses to becoming a true god of America

Did they find out about me so quickly?

But thinking about it carefully, there were only the three of them that night, plus Ye Xiao and Rachel had a relationship that went beyond friendship.

Finding out who leaked it is basically a matter of minutes.

So what will they do to themselves?

Ye Xiao calmly made coffee, not too worried.

This was just a small test, to gauge the FBI's reaction and help Ye Xiao determine how to handle the situation in the future.

"So you're here to arrest me?"

Ye Xiao handed Will a cup of coffee: "Do I need to hire a lawyer now?"

"Ye, why do you guys from Dongda University all like to make such terrifying jokes with such a blank expression?"

Will forced a smile.

"If you're really being targeted by the FBI, it won't matter what lawyer you hire; they'll use all sorts of dirty tricks and excuses to arrest you."

"Perhaps it's some forgotten, outdated local law, or perhaps it's something you forgot to report after shopping. No one can escape our search, unless..."

Halfway through his sentence, Will's expression suddenly turned awkward.

Because there really is such a person, whom Will has yet to be able to catch a glimpse of.

"It's just a leak. Even if it wasn't you, those damn media outlets would have exposed it. The FBI can't do anything to you, especially with your girlfriend involved."

Will glanced at Ye Xiao with surprise, his eyes seeming to say something.

How exactly did Rachel fall for this guy?

"Wait, Ye."

"Don't you know anything about your girlfriend's identity and background?"

"There's no need for us to understand each other; our relationship is very simple."

Thanks to his seasoned soul, Ye Xiao was completely unfazed when lying, and even had the leisure to continue asking Will questions.

"So, how's their investigation going regarding what happened that night?"

Upon hearing this, Will suddenly glanced at Ye Xiao warily, but his eyes quickly filled with disappointment and confusion.

"The higher-ups said we were making a fuss, turning a simple gang attack into something so fantastical, and asked if we were too stressed and had a mental breakdown, and ordered us to be temporarily suspended from duty."

"Damn it, I still have to pay child support and owe Mpower a lot of money. If my salary gets cut, I might not even be able to pay my loan!"

No, you owe money too?

As he said this, Will became visibly agitated, his hands trembling uncontrollably, as if he had suffered a great injustice.

"But he was right there, I saw him with my own eyes!"

"He even knocked me unconscious!"

"Ye, you and Kenjiro Eto saw it with your own eyes, didn't you? That terrifying ability couldn't possibly be possessed by an ordinary human!"

Ye Xiao, posing as a qualified psychologist, wore a serious expression and nodded in agreement from time to time.

He knew all too well the predicament Will was facing.

It's like knowing perfectly well that 1+1=2 is an incredibly simple theorem.

But the whole world says that 1+1 actually equals 1.

This bizarre and eerie feeling made Will feel as if he had detached himself from this world and become some kind of inhuman being.

"I understand you, Will."

"If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I definitely wouldn't have believed it."

Ye Xiao patted Will on the shoulder like an old friend.

This heartwarming gesture made him feel especially touched.

Of course, Will didn't know that the person who almost drove him to insanity was actually the person who cared about him the most.

"I suggest you take this opportunity to rest well, quietly gather relevant intelligence, and find evidence. Once those lords realize the truth, give them a good slap in the face!"

This kind of pretentious yet embarrassing scenario transcends national boundaries.

Will's eyes lit up, and he regained his radiant appearance.

He was initially troubled by his temporary suspension, but now he's already fantasizing about his triumphant return.

However, as he thought this, Will's extensive experience as an agent made him suddenly realize that something was wrong.

But he didn't quite understand what was wrong; he was just confused yet full of admiration.

"Ye, I really have to admire your mental fortitude."

Will suddenly asked a question.

"After experiencing such a bizarre event, didn't you have any reaction at all?"

"What's the big deal?"

Ye Xiao calmly shrugged, looking completely innocent.

"I haven't done anything wrong, Seattle Superman definitely won't hurt me."

Instead of being surprised by these things, we should think about making money first.

Ye Xiao's brilliant answer perfectly matched Will's stereotypes about Chinese people.

In his mind, these Chinese Americans were indeed willing to risk their lives for money.

Ye Xiao is just a little better among them.

"Thank you for the coffee."

As dusk fell, Will finished the last of his fragrant coffee, took out ten dollars from his purse, and placed it on the bar.

However, just as he was about to leave, a commotion suddenly broke out outside.

Many community residents rushed in in a panic, their faces filled with terror.

"What happened?"

Will said with a serious expression.

"There's a riot outside!"

A familiar neighbor exclaimed in panic, "It's those protesters! They've started looting and vandalizing everywhere! The gunfire is constant!"

"What?!"

Will looked on in astonishment: "What are those guys at the Seattle Police Department doing?"

"They can't even catch that Superman, and now they can't even control the protests?!"

The screams and gunshots grew closer, interspersed with sporadic explosions.

The entire street was in chaos, and many desperate residents fled into Ye Xiao's small shop, which had not yet opened.

Night fell completely.

Inside the temporary command center managing the parade, a huge screen displayed footage from police helicopters flying overhead.

Exhausted, Seth entered to find his community ablaze.

With the power cut off, the Central Asian community looked like a pitiful, isolated island in the brightly lit, bustling city of Seattle.

Many houses are on fire, and under the searchlights, numerous black spots can be seen wantonly destroying the streets.

The police formed an iron wall, firmly blocking access to several main streets of the community.

Upon seeing this, Seth almost lost his mind, trembling with rage, and angrily grabbed Manager Mike by the collar and roared.

"Damn it, why haven't they sent reinforcements yet! Are you blind? Can't you see those thugs destroying the city?!"

"Calm down, Seth, we're working on a plan."

Mike remained unmoved.

He lived in the harbor area, far away from here, and it was difficult for him to understand Seth's anxious feelings.

"What kind of bullshit plan are you even going to come up with!"

Seth was trembling with rage, and he roared, "We've been on standby and surrounding them since the afternoon, and now they're just letting them loot and vandalize my community!"

"Do you even deserve these clothes?!"

"Today, of course, we must suppress the riots."

At this moment, Chief Smith, who had been sitting at the very back, suddenly spoke up.

"Notify all officers on site: apprehend the target immediately upon sighting!"

"yes!"

Several managers stood up in unison to respond.