I work as a sorcerer in the US, and my side hustle is building Gundams.

Lynn turned his head sharply and saw two black men dressed in a hip-hop style, but whose clothes were so worn that they were in terrible condition, emerge from behind a trash can in the alley to his right.

One of them was wearing his hat backwards, and the other had his head wrapped in a black headscarf with a skull on it. When they saw him, they looked surprised, but then anger immediately rose in their eyes.

"You're not from around here, are you from Pioneer Square? Coming here to collect corpses, you've crossed the line."

The burly black man with his hat on backwards walked up to Lynn, looking down at him. There was only a bottle of mineral water between them. Even though it was the end of October, Lynn could still smell his strong and peculiar odor.

"No matter where we're from, we found him first, didn't we, bro?"

Mike immediately took a step forward, stood next to the black man, pressed his nose against his, and said without backing down.

"Bro, I said you've crossed the line, and you have crossed the line. It's like hunting; you have your hunting grounds, and we have ours."

The man in black, wearing his hat backwards, didn't back down at all, his accent so strong that Lynn felt like she was listening to West Coast rap.

"Besides, Tom is our friend. He told us last night that he's dying, so he's ours. And he owes us $1000—even selling him wouldn't be enough to pay it back!"

Another short Black man with a black headscarf also chimed in, hands on his hips, looking very annoyed.

Listening to their words, Lynn instantly thought of a movie she had seen at Dongda University in her previous life.

"Those are my dearest friends and family, you have to pay extra!"

That's ridiculous, it's the 2020s already.

As a result, even in a beacon of civilization like the University of the West, corpses became valuable resources, like deer and wild boar in a count's territory, fetching a good price...

The other party's attitude was very tough, and the short guy kept rambling on about how good their relationship with Tom was, how they used to hang out on the streets together, how they picked up girls and played basketball together, how they lined up for welfare together and huddled together in the same leaky tent praying for the sky to clear up...

"..."

Lynn turned to look at Mike with a helpless expression.

To be honest, if this were a complete stranger, a randomly generated map resource point, he would definitely fight tooth and nail to get it.

But since the other party could say this guy's name, and it seemed like they used to have a really good relationship, he suddenly felt a sense of kinship and shared misfortune.

Mike frowned and gestured with his eyes towards his waist.

The implication was that he had a handgun, and he could just pull it out to scare them.

But Lynn bit her lip and slowly shook her head at him.

The short Black man's voice trembled slightly as he spoke of Tom, and now he was crouching down, stroking the other's shoulder with such lustful intent that it made it hard for him to bring himself to snatch Tom away from their friends—even though they had all been sold, but…

"Forget it, let's just give it to them."

Lynn sighed softly, took a half step back, and then, to Mike's astonishment, pulled him around and headed back in the direction they had originally intended to go.

"Lynn, why did you give it to them? That could have been ours! You have a gun! What are you afraid of...?"

Mike looked at Lynn in confusion and began to question her.

Suddenly, a piercing siren blared as it sped closer from afar!

"SPD, hands up!"

The skeleton guards of Stratholme pass through this place; they are the city's law enforcers, who should have died, infected by the plague. Their greed for gold coins, glittering things, and the souls of the living sustains their mutilated bodies as they patrol the city day after day.

"Hey, hey, don't shoot! We've raised our hands! We didn't do anything! You can't shoot us!"

The burly black man in the baseball cap who had just been looking down on Lynn was now as cowardly as a frightened hen, raising his hands and kneeling down nimbly and skillfully.

The short man with the headscarf immediately cooperated by raising his hands above his head and kneeling on the ground, while constantly making excuses.

But the two Seattle police officers ignored their orders and immediately struck the man on the head with the butt of their pistols. The small black man collapsed to the ground, bleeding profusely, and rolled around in pain.

The fat black man wearing a baseball cap backwards was also pinned to the ground with his hands tied behind his back. The policeman even pressed his knee against his neck, like a butcher pinning down a pig about to be slaughtered.

"Hey, don't do this! I... I can't breathe! Plurp plurp plurp..."

The fat, dark-skinned man was very large, but the policeman whose knee was on his neck was also over 1.95 meters tall. His thick thighs were like pillars across his neck, pressing him into the cold mud and water, causing him to scream and beg for mercy.

"Hey, hey, you can't do that to him! You've shoved his head into the puddle, he can't breathe!"

But the policeman acted as if he hadn't heard, and continued to press the fat black man's head into the muddy puddle that was a hand's width deep with his knee, looking as relaxed as if he were getting a massage in a sauna.

"Holy crap, what's going on?"

Lynn, standing not far away, watched this hellish scene unfold before him, feeling as if his entire worldview had been turned upside down!

Previously, I had only seen scenes of Hsieh being unable to breathe on television and in the news.

Who knew I'd actually see it with my own eyes!

"Look closely at Tom's pocket, the right pocket of his clothes."

Mike immediately realized what was happening and whispered to Lynn.

"Um?"

Lynn immediately turned his gaze over, and sure enough, a small plastic bag was sticking out of the right pocket of the dead Tom's clothes, reflecting a faint blue light.

"Could it be... that's the new enhancement agent Tom made himself? These two policemen arrived so quickly and precisely, could it be that they knew about it beforehand and wanted to use it for something?"

"Let's go, hurry up, stop looking!"

Mike grabbed Lynn's arm and pulled her forward.

He tried to pull her twice but couldn't budge her. Lynn stood still and didn't follow him at all!

"We're trapped. We witnessed it all! After those two Black men died, it was our turn. Do you think two legs can outrun four wheels?"

Lynn's mind raced. These two policemen dared to torture and kill these two black men so brazenly right in front of them. Were they not worried at all about having witnesses who would expose them?

What should I do?