From picking up corpses to becoming a true god of America

More than two hours have passed since the riots began, and the entire Central Asian community is gripped by a bloody atmosphere of unease.

Ordinary citizens hid in their homes in fear, completely unaware of what was happening outside, only knowing that many people had died, both good and bad.

The streets were in complete chaos, with teams of police officers and medical personnel passing by, and police lights and ambulance lights flashing all around.

Several police officers stood guard outside the community with tense expressions, blocking the annoying reporters and checking anyone trying to sneak out.

Because of their lack of experience, these few people were assigned to guard the community intersection.

At that moment, a modified pickup truck slowly drove up.

An officer looked up, his tired expression instantly turning into one of astonishment as he stared at the driver's seat in surprise.

Several colleagues also looked over in confusion.

A robust figure sat in the car, his handsome face etched with fatigue, but his dark eyes shone with remarkable energy.

"My God! Ye, what are you doing here!?"

Something truly extraordinary happened in this community tonight.

Twelve police officers were killed, hundreds of rioters rioted with guns, countless civilians were harmed, and there may even be the so-called Seattle Superman involved.

Now, the only people who can get out of there, besides the police, are the injured and the dead.

"Got a cigarette? I'll have one."

Be careful.

With the help of his colleagues, Ye Xiao lit a cigarette, took a deep drag, and slowly began to speak, just like in a classic superhero movie.

"I was helping Eileen with her homework when this happened."

"Those thugs were so brutal. It took me a lot of effort to save them."

"But a lot of people still died, and if they weren't taken back soon, they would all stink."

Ye Xiao pointed to the freezer behind him: "Want to take a look?"

The officers, who knew each other well, looked at each other in bewilderment.

After a moment of stunned silence, one of them swallowed hard.

"Let's go, we know where you're going."

Thank you.

After Ye Xiao left, they started talking about the rumors they had heard on the walkie-talkie.

I heard that Seattle Superman did take action, killing many thugs and saving many citizens.

However, they eventually clashed with the police, resulting in the deaths of twelve mid- to high-ranking officers.

After leaving the community, Ye Xiao watched the police lights gradually disappear through the rearview mirror. His tense face finally relaxed a little, revealing a hint of anxiety.

There weren't many cars on the road in Seattle at night, so he drove his pickup truck very fast and casually dialed a senior's number.

"Hey, Ye? What do you need me for so late?"

My senior's voice, tinged with anger, came through the phone.

This is a senior student in the lab whose skills are second only to the professor, but he has been unable to graduate for a long time because of his eccentric temperament.

Ye Xiao calmed himself down and tried to maintain a calm tone.

"Please do me a favor, a friend of mine is seriously injured."

"Now?"

The senior student was clearly annoyed: "Don't you know what time it is? Don't I need to sleep?"

"Next time, whatever type of corpse you want, I can get it for you."

"..."

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone, followed by a loud voice.

"Ye, you're so lucky! I just happen to be the kind of person who doesn't need to sleep!"

"Where is your brother? We'll take him to the medical center later, and I'll arrange a bed for you."

"What's his condition now? Oh, his vital signs are relatively stable, but he has some eye problems and his blood pressure is a bit low?"

"Don't worry, this is a small problem, your senior brother will take care of it for you!"

After a brief discussion about the patient's condition, Ye Xiao stepped on the gas and quickly arrived at the medical center.

For Ye Xiao, a medical undergraduate at BGI, coming here felt almost like coming home.

The senior student I had contacted by phone earlier was already waiting on the first floor with his bed.

His name is Williams, he is over forty years old, and he is still doing research under Professor Erich.

However, when Ye Xiao carried Klingen to the hospital bed, the senior student quickly developed the expression of a resident doctor who had been scammed in the emergency room.

No, junior brother...

Even if your senior has a bad temper, you can't treat him like a Japanese person!

What do you mean by "it's just a little eye problem"?

His pupils are dilated!

What does it mean to have slightly low blood pressure?

It can't even detect this!

After a brief assessment of the condition, even his senior colleague, Williams, couldn't help but have doubts.

Did Ye Xiao go crazy from taking on a part-time job and mistakenly send a corpse to him thinking it was his brother?

"Let's maintain this for now."

Ye Xiao was certainly aware of the severity of Klingen's condition.

But he has no way to do it now, and he has no time either.

We can only send it to the medical center; we'll figure out a solution later.

In order to avoid attracting attention, Ye Xiao had to hurry back to the community.

"OK."

Williams agreed.

Seeing that Ye Xiao was about to leave, he quickly grabbed Ye Xiao's hand.

"Junior brother, it's not easy to say over the phone, let me tell you now."

"My recent research requires a severe drug addict who also suffers from infectious diseases such as AIDS and sexually transmitted diseases."

"If possible, please find it for me as soon as possible. I only need this one experiment to finish my thesis and graduate!"

No, are you making a wish here?

He suffers from so many diseases at the same time.

Where am I supposed to find such a top-quality corpse for you?

Ye Xiao paused for a moment, but did not show any unusual reaction. Instead, he said in a deep voice.

"Senior brother, your request is a bit difficult to fulfill."

"Of course I know, that's why I'm here to ask you for a favor!"

"Then you should know that such requests can usually only be obtained through special means, right?"

Upon hearing this, Williams was taken aback.

After only a brief moment of agonizing over morality and the future, Williams quickly made his decision.

"I understand, junior brother. Don't worry, I will definitely keep your secret!"

Williams, his expression serious, gripped Ye Xiao's hand tightly: "I swear to God!"

For Williams, an honest man who believed in God, this was his most profound vow.

These good American men have an extraordinary, fanatical devotion to God.

Based on their shared interests, Ye Xiao felt at ease entrusting Klingen to his care.

After an unknown amount of time, electricity was finally restored to the community.

In the restaurant that had become a refuge, Will, reeking of alcohol, rolled his eyes and grabbed Seth's clothes.

"Damn it, how am I supposed to explain this to you all?"

"At least seven or eight bandits broke in, all armed!"

"I saw it with my own eyes. That kid had just a knife, a damn chef's knife, and he just... *thud* *swish* *swoosh*, he stabbed them all down! Do you understand?"

"Just like in Bruce Lee or Jackie Chan's movies!"

Seth and Molly exchanged a blank look.

Deep down, I couldn't help but wonder if Will's identity as an FBI agent was real or not.

Right now, he seems more like a down-on-his-luck, unemployed middle-aged man drowning his sorrows in alcohol.

"Alright, it seems you still don't understand!"

"If Ye Xiao weren't my brother, I'd suspect he might be Seattle Superman!"

Will downed the liquor in his glass in a gulp, feeling a sense of regret for not finding a kindred spirit.