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

After buying the weapon from Arthur, Lynn finally felt a little more at ease.

He distributed the weapons to several Fountain Gang members who were in good physical condition and had the strength to keep up, and also gave Mike a Glock.

He already had one, so now 10 members of the gang have guns.

For a small city like Seattle, this level of firepower should be sufficient for self-defense on the streets.

"I wonder when Francisco will be able to reach an agreement..."

Ling'er was fiddling with a smoke grenade in her hand, and she really wanted to pull him away and throw it out to see if it would be so thick that you couldn't see anything for several meters, like in PUBG.

But he knew he couldn't just throw this thing away; if it attracted the police, things wouldn't be fun.

……

Lynn spent the next two days waiting and busy.

He and Mike found another dead black body on the road, but they didn't find any skills.

They also provided antidote to two homeless people who suffered from food poisoning, pulling them back from the brink of death.

"Now I only need 20 more experience points to level up."

Lynn smacked his lips, eagerly imagining what new warlock skills he would gain after reaching level four.

Around 6 p.m., it was already quite dark, and Lynn was thinking about what to have for dinner.

"Ring ring~"

The phone suddenly rang.

"Feed? Daniel, what is it?"

The voice of the henchman with a thick Black accent came through the phone.

"What? Someone in East Seattle wants me to steal a psychic artifact? You told them the price, right? Okay, I got it, I'll go right now."

After hanging up the phone, Lynn called Mike, who was carefully maintaining his Glock pistol, and the two headed to their destination 1.2 kilometers away.

They soon arrived at Jackson Street next to East City, a very clean street—at least compared to other parts of Seattle’s slums, and there were far fewer folding performers on the street.

"This weather is so cold, it should snow in the next couple of days..."

Looking at the manhole covers emitting white smoke everywhere on the street, Lynn couldn't help but think of Brian, the newspaper owner he had met on the street that day.

"I wonder how that poor forest troll is doing now? Is he still clinging to life, or has he already returned to the Shadowlands...?"

Speaking in the tone of the system, Lynn felt that his own perverse sense of humor was truly a bit like hell.

He and Mike stood listlessly on the street, stamping their feet to ward off the cold, looking around as they waited for the client who had commissioned them to communicate with spirits to arrive.

It was 18:55 p.m., almost half an hour after they arrived.

But the Asian person seeking help that Daniel mentioned never came.

"Are you lost, or are you stuck on something else?"

Lynn rubbed his hands together, exhaled a puff of hot air, and complained. He looked toward the direction of East City, where pedestrians were bustling about, most of whom were East University students. He realized that he had been here for more than 10 days and hadn't had a proper visit to Chinatown.

When will I go there to take a proper look around, stroll around, and maybe have some hometown flavors that I haven't tasted in ages...?

I'm already wondering whether we'll go for hot pot or barbecue.

Suddenly, a loud "bang" came from not far away!

"what!"

A scream escaped Lynn's lips. He felt as if his left arm had been pierced by a thick spear, and it flew backward before hanging limply down like a wet towel, completely immobile.

"Shooting! Get down!"

Mike, on the other hand, reacted quickly, pouncing on Lynn and knocking him to the ground!

In a panic, he pulled out his Glock pistol and looked around, only to see a young Asian man with black hair running away frantically on the opposite side of the street!

Hey, stop right there!

He immediately stood up, gripped the gun with both hands, and shouted loudly at the man's back.

But the person ran faster and faster, without even glancing back!

"Bang, bang!"

Mike gritted his teeth, hesitated for two seconds, and finally pulled the trigger.

The bullets whizzed past, but missed the fleeing man. One hit his feet, and the other struck the telephone pole on the right, producing two sharp cracking sounds accompanied by flashes of light.

"Damn it! I missed!"

Mike slapped his thigh hard. That guy was really fast. He was at least a hundred meters away from him now. If he fired again, he definitely wouldn't be able to hit him. And with his old arms and legs, he definitely couldn't catch up.

He cursed angrily twice, then quickly bent down to support Lynn, who was half-lying on the ground, and checked his injuries.

Lynn had a deep bullet wound on his left upper arm; it looked like the bullet had pierced through it, and blood was gushing out of the wound.

"Hey, Lynn, hang in there!"

After looking around again and finding no suspicious persons approaching, Mike finally put the gun back into its holster and fastened it. He then took out a roll of simple linen bandage from his pocket, took off Lynn's coat, and tore open his shirt sleeve with a "rip," revealing the wound.

"It might hurt a lot, just bear with it."

Seeing his partner's pale face and the pain in which he was gritting his teeth but hadn't made a sound, Mike felt a sudden pang of heartache. He forcefully ripped open the bandage and wrapped it around Lynn's wound, causing Lynn to hiss and gasp in pain.

The magical effects of the linen bandage began to appear. The moment it was wrapped, Lynn felt his lost life force slowly returning, and his wound stopped bleeding and miraculously began to heal.

Six seconds later, Lynn felt no weakness at all. Apart from some lingering pain in his arm, everything was back to normal.

With Mike's help, he slowly stood up and then moved his left hand.

"Hiss... That son of a bitch, someone actually tried to assassinate me!"

A sense of fear suddenly washed over him. Lynn looked around and felt that everyone seemed suspicious.

"It's alright, it's alright, Lynn. We might have been a bit too high-profile lately, and some people don't like us anymore..."

Mike realized what was going on at that moment; there was no such thing as a late client, this was clearly a trap!

I was lucky this time; it only hit my arm.

If he's unlucky enough to get shot in the head next time, no amount of linen bandages can save him!

This means someone dislikes Lynn the witch doctor, or feels he's in their way, and wants to physically eliminate him!

Who exactly is this guy?