From picking up corpses to becoming a true god of America

"Goods 200, that's what we usually call it."

Seth smiled and said, "The cargo of the extreme dose death type 200 is relatively rare and in high demand, so the price is quite expensive, at $20000 per body."

Ye Xiao was stunned.

He hadn't expected Seth to be so skilled at this kind of thing.

"How should I pay?"

"Just transfer the money directly to this account."

"Should I transfer the money directly?"

Seth's straightforwardness puzzled Ye Xiao even more.

"Aren't you afraid of being found out?"

"Investigate what?"

Seemingly noticing Ye Xiao's confusion, Seth forced a smile and explained, "These four bodies were all illegal immigrants, without any identity or records, and it doesn't fall under the category of a criminal case."

"So they don't exist in the system at all."

"You know what? They've never been to Seattle."

What a convenient excuse – it simply doesn't exist.

Suddenly, Ye Xiao felt a little suffocated.

The four corpses were lying right next to us, but from a systemic perspective, they did not exist.

Damn it!

At this moment, Ye Xiao felt like a little kid who had accidentally wandered into another world, with only a broken wooden stick in his hand.

As soon as I stepped outside, I discovered a huge, sleeping dragon lying there, its rotting flesh emitting a nauseating, thick black aura.

"The money has been transferred."

Ye Xiao used his mobile banking app to transfer the $80,000 given to him by his mentor to the account given to him by Seth.

"Okay, you drove here, right? I'll help you load it in."

"Thanks."

Ye Xiao managed a weak thank you.

I couldn't help but think to myself, "Your service is actually quite good."

Under the watchful eyes of everyone in the police station, he loaded the four body bags into the car one by one.

Even after he sat in the driver's seat, Ye Xiao's heart was still pounding.

Like a criminal who has committed a major crime in front of the police, preparing to quietly escape the crime scene.

However, just as he was about to step on the gas and leave.

"Wait, Ye!"

A shout startled Ye Xiao so much that he almost raised his hands and confessed.

He turned around in confusion and saw Seth running towards him, panting.

"Wait, you forgot to bring the receipt!"

What? An invoice?

Dude, can you get an invoice for this?!

Ye Xiao was stunned, and saw Seth hand him an invoice in disbelief.

The thick paper had the words "Special Funding" written in large letters, and the Seattle Police Department's markings and seals were clearly visible, so it didn't look fake at all.

Fuck!

A sense of irritation flooded Ye Xiao's mind, giving him a feeling of helplessness and shock, as if he had "stumbled into the Land of Women by mistake."

This is just too outrageous!

I never imagined that you guys with thick eyebrows and big eyes would also be secretly selling corpses?

This America is truly too magical.

On his way back to school, Ye Xiao roughly figured out what had happened last night.

He was still too naive.

However, this is not Ye Xiao's fault. He was born in Dongda University and is not familiar with the unspoken rules of Xida University.

From the manager Mike to Seth, everyone knew he was the professor's benefactor who had put in there to watch over the corpse.

Only Ye Xiao himself didn't know!

No wonder the Seattle Police Department has left a morgue in the basement for so long.

No wonder Seth didn't call the independent medical examiner's office to handle the body last night, but instead quietly transported it back to the police station basement.

It turns out they didn't want the forensic doctors to get a share of the profits!

These cold, lifeless corpses, devoid of information, will ultimately be transformed into special funds, deposited into their accounts.

As for who these corpses actually belonged to, nobody cared!

Just like no one cares about the person who was knocked to death in the room by a petty thief.

The entire system of America is like an insatiable dragon, seemingly designed to bankrupt a person and then devour them completely.

Having figured out the whole story, Ye Xiao's gaze grew increasingly gloomy.

Is this what's called the world's beacon?

That's fucking shady!

After driving back to school, Ye Xiao laboriously carried the bags of corpses into the autopsy room.

However, when he dragged his tired body, intending to take off the disgusting gloves and go back to rest.

A tall white man suddenly walked up and shook his hand.

It was Arthur, whom I met yesterday, with a warm smile on his face, holding Ye Xiao's hand tightly.

"Hi, bro!"

"no……"

"What's wrong, bro?"

Arthur had almost wiped the gloves clean.

Ye Xiao felt a chill run down his spine, swallowed hard, took a half step back, and said nothing.

"How's your thinking going about next week?"

"You don't really want to reject me, do you?"

"Our party really needs an outstanding Asian like you."

"If you want to stay in school, you really need to actively integrate into the group, you know?"

Ha ha.

Ye Xiao sneered inwardly.

The racism in the gutter still hasn't let me off the hook.

Arthur didn't mean to invite me to the party.

He wanted to humiliate himself at the party in order to please others.

But Ye Xiao didn't refuse immediately. He just smiled calmly and said, "I understand. Thank you, Arthur. I'll consider it."

Arthur was somewhat surprised, not expecting Ye Xiao to relent.

But for a moment he didn't understand what Dongfang's subtle way of refusing meant.

Watching Arthur leave, Ye Xiao disgustedly took off his gloves and threw them into the medical waste bin.

The following afternoon, Ye Xiao returned to the police station.

However, he received completely different treatment today than before.

"Hey bro! How was your day?"

"Interested in joining us on a street patrol?"

"We still have donuts in the office, want one?"

The officers, who were usually stern and unsmiling, all broke into gentle smiles, which made Ye Xiao feel somewhat flattered.

He didn't feel much better until he entered the morgue.

"You'll get used to it, Ye."

Seth sat in his office, legs crossed, eating a donut while scrolling through TikTok.

"You're our big spender. Your arrival means the bureau's special funding is guaranteed from now on."

"Special funding?"

Ye Xiao blinked in confusion.

"Yes, it's the money you transferred to me this morning."

Seth smiled slightly, holding up the donut in his hand: "Otherwise, how do you think I bought all this stuff?"

Dude, this is way too hellish!

Are you saying that the donuts I've been eating these past two days were actually bought with the money from selling a corpse?

Ye Xiao gained a deeper understanding of the makeshift teams in America.

Damn it.

Ye Xiao smiled and said, "You shouldn't have told me this. I have no appetite at all now."

"Haha, Ye, welcome! You're completely integrated into our group now!"

Seth's voice carried a hint of satisfaction.

Ye Xiao glanced casually at the desk next to him and found a document with a bloody handprint on it.

"What is this?"

"It was sent by the forensic doctor. It's the case file of the perpetrator in the South District shooting two months ago. His family wants to sue the police department, and my supervisor asked me to collect more evidence and investigate further to produce a new report."

Ye Xiao remembered that shooting incident.

A redneck who was swindled out of his money shot and killed his wife who had cheated on him and then stockpiled 3,000 rounds of ammunition at home, and fought a five-hour battle with the police.

Recalling the details of the case, Ye Xiao inexplicably reached out his hand towards the document.