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

As if to bolster his own morale or to confirm his own position, Lynn nodded and repeated the identity once more.

"A witch doctor? You're a witch doctor? Are you kidding me?"

Mike stared wide-eyed, circling Lynn twice in disbelief, as if looking at a panda with horns on its head.

"If you really are a witch doctor, why have you ended up as a wanderer?"

"Why didn't you make the antidote back then? That stuff is so profitable, you could have lived a much better life than drug dealers!"

"And you just warned me not to be surprised no matter what I see. Those two policemen writhing on the ground in pain were your doing, weren't they? Why didn't you use this tactic when you were dealing with Thomas and those two Carlos gang thugs?"

Why...?

"Stop, stop, stop, stop, stop!"

Lynn felt like he was being bombarded with a million "whys," and he quickly reached out to cover Mike's still-rambling mouth.

"Would you believe me if I said I also suddenly had an epiphany and became a true witch doctor?"

This time, Mike didn't directly say whether he believed it or not. Instead, he took a half step back and carefully examined his companion whom he had spent every day with.

Lynn felt a little uneasy under his gaze, so he stopped scrutinizing him and nodded solemnly.

"Yes, I believe you."

"what?"

Lynn was mentally preparing his explanation when the other party believed him so readily, leaving him feeling like he'd punched a pillow.

"Only this can explain the strange things that have happened to you these past few days. But I never imagined, my God, that there really are witch doctors in this world who can use magic!"

Mike watched as Lynn's eyes grew brighter and brighter.

"Did you just use a curse to make them collapse in agony? Or did you cast a spell on them? I don't know anything about witchcraft; this is a type of voodoo, isn't it? Can you explain it to me? Can I learn these witchcrafts? Can I also learn how to make these potions?"

He went from being a devout Christian to a devout Satanist.

Mike has now witnessed a miracle, and seems to be showing signs of turning towards Voodoo.

"Americans like you must be quite rare, right?"

Lynn couldn't help but make a sarcastic remark about him.

"When I became a Christian, they cut off my insurance, forced me to sell my house, and separated from my wife and children."

"When I believed in Satan, He didn't rescue me from the streets. I was cold and hungry, and my physical condition deteriorated."

"But after you awakened your witch doctor powers, I followed you and my fortunes turned around. Not only could I eat normal food and have medicine to cure my illnesses, but I also had a basement to live in that could shelter me from the wind and rain and even have a fire to warm myself, and even..."

He patted the pocket on his chest.

"They even managed to save almost $1000!"

"Isn't it obvious how to choose?"

"Okay, what you said makes sense..."

Lynn understood; wasn't this the ultimate form of pragmatism?

I believe in whoever is effective. I am an American, but I can also believe in voodoo, and I can talk about it.

After speaking openly, Lynn breathed a sigh of relief, no longer needing to keep it hidden.

Mike looked at him with even more devotion and focus, watching his surroundings more vigilantly than before, like a dutiful guard.

Ultimately, they decided to continue their journey to the Facilities Hospital area on Treys Street to treat Santos's drug poisoning.

It was still $300, and Carlos's debt had been hanging over their heads, making them terrified and determined not to let a single penny slip by.

……

Just as the two were heading to Tres Street.

At the street corner just now, two policemen who were lying on the ground in pain, writhing and foaming at the mouth, and almost fainting, finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Hey, Geller, give me a hand..."

The short policeman recovered more slowly; he lay in a mud puddle on the street, straining his neck to lift his head out of the puddle.

"Wait a minute, Vincent, just a moment..."

Huff, huff, I feel like these hands don't even belong to me anymore...

Struggling to sit up from the ground, he leaned against the corpse of Tom beside him, panting heavily. He looked like a fish that had been pulled out of a pond half a day ago, weak and soaking wet.

After resting for a while, he mustered all his strength and finally reached out to pull Vincent out of the mud pit.

The two of them sat on Tom's corpse, panting heavily, staring at each other, looking utterly pathetic.

"Hey, damn it, why is the drug suddenly taking effect now?"

Geller pulled a thumb-sized plastic pill bottle from his police uniform pocket, painstakingly bit off the cap and spat it out, then carefully poured out two white pills, handing one to Vincent and swallowing the other himself.

Then the two closed their eyes to rest, and after a long time, their heavy breathing finally subsided.

"What just happened was a bit weird, don't you think? The side effects of the enhancement drug usually hurt, but never like this. I felt like my soul was being ripped out!"

Vincent tried to stand up by supporting himself with his hands, but his legs gave way and he failed twice.

"Huh? I thought I was the only one feeling this way. These symptoms are too intense. It doesn't feel like a normal side effect at all. It feels like one... no, a thousand porcupines are crashing into me at the same time. Every pore on my body is aching like it's being pricked with needles!"

Geller glanced at Vincent and echoed him with a sense of sympathy.

"you say……"

"What did you say?"

"Do you think we were possessed just now?"

He hesitated for a long time, but finally asked as if he had made up his mind.

"Possessed by an evil spirit? Your description is quite accurate. Maybe we really are possessed! In order to carry out the mission safely and reliably, we have never taken any enhancement drugs and smoked any leaves at the same time."

Vincent rolled his eyes, thinking as he answered.

"In the two years we've been partners, there's never been a single time that the side effects occurred at the same time, let alone this severe!"

"Could it be that we're really bewitched? Or did those two black guys use witchcraft and curse us?"

"Those two black guys? Ha! Impossible! If they were really that capable, would we have extorted them so many times?"

"Then tell me what happened? It can't be..."

As Vincent said this, he suddenly sat up slightly in fright, lifting his back away from the dead body Tom who was lying beneath him.

"hiss……"

Geller was startled by his expression and immediately jumped up as if he had been electrocuted.

"Could it really be that damned guy, Tom's death curse?"