A swift and decisive victory in the early stages, a post-apocalyptic survival story in America!

In the living room, Lola, wearing only a shirt, sat naked on the floor, fiddling with a laptop on the glass coffee table.

Li Qi stood at the door and saw this scene, somewhat speechless.

Europeans and Americans are just casual and don't care about dirt, right?

After taking a quick shower, Li Qi, being new to the area, didn't have his own toiletries and unceremoniously used Lola's shower gel and towel.

Li Qi whistled when he caught a glimpse of the incredibly handsome man in the mirror.

No wonder Lola is in heat; with looks like that, she could easily star in a movie.

Stop, stop! You can't cross-dress anymore. The danger level is skyrocketing. If both men and women have their eyes on you, you'll be in trouble.

Li Qi looked at himself in the mirror, feeling both familiar and strange.

This face is clearly not entirely the same as the face of the person before. Compared to the face in my memory, the current self is more refined and three-dimensional, full of sculpted lines and a sense of power.

Clearly, this has a lot to do with his seven points of strength and endurance.

Based on the current data, a strength of seven points is considered above average within the range of normal humans.

Lola has a strength of six points. Just now in bed, she was able to go toe-to-toe with me without being at a disadvantage, even considering the physical differences between men and women.

Li Qi is satisfied with his current situation. His next step is to obtain a legal identity.

The identity of "Rich White," a homeless man, is important, but it is his very foundation and cannot be easily used or exposed.

In addition to this, we need to obtain several more legal identities.

"William Thomson" is someone with the skill bonus of an imposter, making it easy for him to convincingly impersonate someone else with makeup.

Nick deliberately kept a low profile when he obtained this fake identity, and the photo on the document was not clear or accurate enough. It is believed that the photo left in the information system will not be very clear either.

But Richie didn't dare to impersonate Nick's other identities.

The photos on those identity documents were clearly not of Nick himself, proving that he had not done any serious work to maintain these identities, and they certainly couldn't stand up to scrutiny.

If my speculation is correct, Nick kept the homeless man's identity ID, intending to modify and impersonate it when needed.

With Nick's position as a high-ranking ICE agent, handling these matters would be a piece of cake. Now that he has Laura, a high-ranking ICE agent, as his female companion, it shouldn't be difficult either.

After getting ready, Li Qi was too lazy to put on clothes and went straight to the living room.

"Don't sit on the floor like that, it's bad for your health. Here, use this as a cushion." Li Qi acted like a warm-hearted man, pulling a thin blanket off the sofa and placing it under Lola's bottom, who was engrossed in the video.

Lola was touched, smiled slightly, leaned over and kissed Li Qi, then continued to focus on watching the video.

The image shows Sofia performing.

The beautiful woman's movements were seductive and ambiguous, making one's blood boil; the sheer tension she exuded was unmatched by most.

This Latina girl is really smart; she's got the brains of a Level 4 horticulturist—she can learn anything and excel at it.

But Lola clearly didn't notice any of this; no matter how alluring Sofia was, she wasn't as attracted to the background in the video as she was to Sofia.

Holding a ballpoint pen, she quickly scribbled on the back of a used A4 sheet of paper: "White diamond-shaped window frame, red curtains, minimalist style, 3 pm, sunlight, low courtyard wall..."

Sitting behind Lola, Li Qi smelled the fragrance of the pretty girl's hair and looked at the words, feeling admiration in his heart.

Even with the skills of an "accountant," I didn't notice these details.

It's not that accounting skills are ineffective, but rather that I simply lack the attention to detail and focus required.

Compared to the focus and all-or-nothing attitude I had when searching for the secret door to the underground cave in the basement, I am now much more lax.

Whether or not other key clues are found is of little significance to Li Qi.

Having already obtained the money and the female detective, Li Qi didn't care about any clues that might exist in the video.

Once you stop caring about something, you can't put your heart into it. Even top-level skills are no different from having none if you don't put your heart into them.

But Lola is clearly not like that.

Because it concerns her career development, she is extremely dedicated. She can even break away from intimate moments to gather clues. Her dedication is truly admirable.

Holding the beautiful woman in his arms, Li Qi asked curiously, "Are you collecting all this to find the place where Nick imprisoned Sophia and the others? Hoping to find more clues there?"

Lola nodded perfunctorily and continued clicking on different videos to gather information.

Li Qi didn't care about her perfunctory attitude; he just messed around and played with this typical white woman.

It has to be said that Lola has a really good figure. She is tall, with a slim waist and long legs, and most importantly, every part of her body is just right.

With blond hair and blue eyes, and delicate features, he had a faint scent that didn't smell like perfume, but rather like the body odor unique to Caucasians, yet it wasn't overpowering and was quite arousing.

"Hmm... stop messing around..." Lola couldn't take it anymore and was inevitably distracted.

Li Qi, of course, refused.

"We can watch the video anytime. Let's go to the bedroom first!"

Laura, reluctant to let go, turned and kissed Richard, pleading, "The results will be out soon, please don't interrupt me, Daddy..."

It would have been better if she hadn't acted this way; the more she did, the more Li Qi couldn't hold back.

They didn't even go into the bedroom; they just took him right there on the spot.

Laura was already wavering, and now she's completely succumbed.

A second round of heated conflict has been triggered.

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Two blocks away, in a residential building.

Victor Ellis, the 36-year-old second-in-command of the "Roland's Crippled Gang," impatiently threw away his cigarette, snatched the apple and fruit knife from the black woman beside him, and asked the kneeling man, "You didn't say that when I told you to pay back the money! Three days have passed, and now you're telling me you need another three days?"

In front of him, a well-dressed Latino man in a suit and tie was kneeling there. His originally neatly combed black hair had been pulled and messed up, and blood was seeping from the exposed scalp where the hair had been pulled out.

The bloodstains at the corner of his mouth were still wet, his left eye was swollen and he could no longer open his eyelid. At this moment, he tried to open his right eye wide and looked at the crippled gang leader in front of him, who was dressed in strange clothes, with a humble and fearful expression.

The man clasped his hands together and pleaded repeatedly, "Mr. Ellis, I have an investment that will pay off soon, in just two days! Once I get that money back, I can repay you with interest! Please, give me another chance! Give me just one more chance!"

"Not even three days, just two?" Victor Ellis stood up, slicing an apple with a fruit knife, putting pieces into his mouth, and circling around the man.

The man dared not be negligent, kneeling on the ground and chasing the gang leader in circles, not daring to show the slightest disrespect.

Victor sighed, ate another piece of apple, squatted down, and said, "Two days later, principal and interest will be settled?"

The man nodded frantically: "Definitely, definitely!"

Victor pondered for a moment, then nodded and said, "Alright, I'll give you two days. Then you'll pay me back, principal and interest."

A relaxed expression appeared on the man in the suit, and a smug look of triumph flashed in his eyes. But the next second, the fruit knife, still covered in apple juice and bits of apple, was stuck into his neck.