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

Lynn had heard of the video clips from Prison A.

I know all too well how much it costs to call an ambulance in this amazing place called the United States, and how astronomical the cost of emergency surgery afterwards is.

In that moment of desperation, I had no choice but to make the call to save Mike's life.

But now that he has obtained the means of rescue with extraordinary power.

Why would they spend thousands or even tens of thousands of dollars to incur a huge debt for themselves and Mike?

It has to be said that the power from the system is really useful. After the linen bandage was applied, it restored the life and vitality of a troll who was on the verge of death with almost no health in just 6 seconds.

And the way Mike looks at himself now is starting to resemble the way Uncle Da calls his wife out of the Spider Cave to see God.

"I had no idea you possessed such amazing medical skills..."

Mike was now mostly conscious. Looking at his body covered in blood and the bullet that had been squeezed out of his wound and lay on the ground, he said with a heavy heart.

"Alright, let's talk about that later. Right now, we should think about how to deal with these two troublesome issues."

Lynn was also very tired at this point. He lay down on the ground and nudged the two black-necked creatures lying on the ground, barely alive, with his chin.

"Oh, what did you do to them?"

Mike was in a state of amnesia after being shot, and the last bit of strength he mustered to kick the burly policeman was the last he had left. That's why he didn't see clearly what you were doing before.

"I cast a curse, a small punishment for them."

Lin Enzhi had a bit of a headache; he was extremely envious of those mages who could open teleportation portals.

If I were a mage, I wouldn't be so conflicted about whether to kill or not.

Just open a portal to Nemo's Point, throw the two of them in, and that's it. If they can swim back to get revenge, then they're pretty good.

"..."

The two corrupt police officers lying on the ground, barely breathing, were deeply shocked.

When Lynn last met them, he said, "Don't be surprised by anything you see next, because I've already seen this before."

This reenactment of yesterday finally convinced him that Lynn before him was indeed no longer an ordinary person.

"Kill him, or let him go?"

"If we release them, this place might be surrounded by the SPD or even the FBI in an hour. No matter how capable you are, you can't possibly handle dozens of heavily armed nationalist forces, some even with helicopters and heavy firepower, at the same time, can you?"

Mike clutched his still-aching chest and grimaced as he voiced his opinion.

"But if we kill them, what do we do with the bodies? Are we really going to do what Pinkman did in Breaking Bad, buy hydrofluoric acid and plastic buckets, break them down, melt them, and then flush them down the drain? That's my old job..."

At this point, Mike's voice became playful.

He is a high school chemistry teacher, the same profession as Walter White in the show, so he is naturally very professional in doing these things.

"It's not impossible, but it's a bit of a hassle. Look how big they are, just sawing them into pieces would take a long time..."

The two of them chatted idly in the blood-stained room, creating an absurd scene reminiscent of the Taiwanese film "The Digger," where Chang Shih and Hsia Ching-ting sat there swearing and discussing how to dig the fastest.

But this terrified Geller and Vincent, who were gradually regaining consciousness on the ground!

Yes, they had woken up a few minutes ago.

But hearing the approaching ambulance and their fear of the person who could perform magical witchcraft, they all tacitly lay down and continued to play dead.

They thought that in the end they would let them go because of their police status.

Who knew that these two would go on and on with their outrageous claims, even coming up with methods from Breaking Bad!

"No, don't kill us, we surrender..."

In the end, Geller, being strong and healthy, was the first to withstand the dizziness and headache and slowly stood up.

He wisely placed the gun on the ground to the side and raised his hands high above his head to indicate that he posed no threat.

Vincent, seeing that he could no longer play dead, followed suit, putting down his gun and raising his hands to stand up.

"Oh? You're awake already? You heard what we said, so we can't let you stay any longer!"

Lynn frowned, raised his right hand, and was enveloped in black mist.

Mike is right. If we let those two go, it will be an endless hunt and manhunt.

We were just two homeless people, unable to even escape King County, let alone Washington State. If we were hunted down by such a state apparatus, we would die in a heartbeat!

"No, no, no! Please don't! Lynn, Boss Lynn, we surrender, we're completely convinced!"

Seeing this, Vincent, who was standing to the side, remembered the painful torment he had suffered the previous two times and immediately begged for mercy!

"We, we're willing to be your underlings, we, we..."

"Yes, yes, we're willing to be your underlings, Lynn the boss. You don't want to be constantly harassed and targeted by the police, do you?"

"Huh? You dare threaten me?"

"No, no, no, Boss Lynn, I'm not threatening you. I'm telling you sincerely, if you have two police underlings, your lives will be very safe and very smooth from now on!"

Who says white people can't bend their legs because their leg shape is different from that of people from Tokyo University?

At that moment, the two white police officers were kneeling properly!

They knelt on the ground with their hands raised, begging for mercy with snot and tears streaming down their faces, proclaiming their unique value!

"Yes, yes, yes! Boss Lynn, we're very valuable! If the police target you, we'll talk them out; if you commit any crimes, we'll protect you; if you need any connections, we'll help you get them; if you want to mess with someone, just give us a call, and we'll make them wish they were dead!"

Seeing the black mist appearing and disappearing in Lynn's hand, the two, feeling as if they were on the verge of death, quickly kowtowed and explained their value!

"Hmm? What they're saying makes some sense... Mike, what do you think?"

Lynn held a Shadow Arrow in his hand, its 23 to 29 damage output capable of instantly killing two low-health opponents. However, he was moved by the words of the two corrupt cops and turned to look at his partner.

"Indeed, what they said makes a lot of sense. The thing homeless people fear most is being targeted by the police. Remember Daniel and DeSean? They were almost tortured to death by the police like that... Speaking of which, it really was those two guys, they're so infuriating!"

Mike, who was standing to the side, gradually calmed down and stopped breathing. As a highly educated man, he gradually let reason drive out his anger and regained control of his mind, but he was still seething with hatred as he spoke.

"We won't do it again! We won't do it again!"

Vincent immediately screamed.

"I advised Geller before, telling him not to be so ruthless. If he kills everyone, who will pay us tribute?"

At this point, Vincent abruptly shut his mouth. He knew he had gone a bit too far again, and if he really angered Lynn again, he would really die here.

"I do think having two police squads would be great, but I need a guarantee!"

Lynn nodded at first, but then slowly shook his head.

"A guarantee that you won't immediately turn against us!"