An American knife seller? No, please acknowledge me as your godfather.

"Street Fighting (Intermediate)!"

The moment the options pop up in front of your retina.

Lynn had almost no trouble making a choice and made her decision in her heart without hesitation.

The reason is simple: safety first!

If you choose to draw a new survival skill, you might indeed draw an even more amazing ability.

But what if you draw a survival skill like "Beginner Cooking" or "Beginner Tailoring"? Wouldn't that be a huge loss at this crucial moment?

As I said before, in this dog-eat-dog world of America, one's own hard power is always the most important guarantee.

He would never try his luck to draw new skills before upgrading [Street Fighting] to the maximum level.

As long as you live steadily and practically, you'll accumulate plenty of emotional points in the future.

As for now, there's absolutely no need to take too big a step.

hum-

The moment the thought settled, Lynn felt an extremely warm current surge into her body.

The warm current rushed up his spine and into his limbs, making him squint his eyes in comfort.

Unlike when he advanced to the beginner level last time, this time he could sense it keenly.

Only a small portion of the advanced power generation techniques flooded my mind this time.

The vast majority of enhancements are manifested in substantial improvements to bodily functions.

The heartbeat becomes more steady and powerful, and each pump delivers ample blood and energy to the whole body.

The muscle fibers under the skin become firmer and more resilient.

More importantly, he felt that his endurance and physical strength had improved significantly.

This comprehensive improvement in physical fitness is undoubtedly very practical.

Even without engaging in close combat, this exquisite muscle control allows him to hold the scalpel more steadily.

Simply put, if he were to challenge Mark's hand tendons again right now, he could definitely do it faster, more steadily, and more ruthlessly than before!

They can even pick out the best ones!

"As expected of Street Fighting (Intermediate), my choice was definitely right."

Feeling the surge of power within him, Lynn couldn't help but smile with satisfaction.

However, to the already devastated Mark, that smile was like seeing a demon crawling out of hell.

"I'll tell you! I'll tell you everything! Please, please don't take the knife out again!"

Mark, his face covered in snot and tears, felt a chill run down his spine, filled with terror.

Seemingly afraid that Lynn would torment him again, he spoke incoherently and anxiously:

"The generic drugs my brother Victor uses at his KK Clinic are all sourced from '11 Pharmacy' on 11th Avenue in the East Side! They're all from there!"

"pharmacy?"

Lynn's face instantly turned cold as she looked down at Mark: "Are you playing me?"

He certainly knew about "11 Pharmacy," which was a chain of pharmacies that specifically served the poor and underprivileged in Seattle.

They opened numerous stores in low-income neighborhoods thanks to their access to government assistance through Medicaid and extremely low prices.

Even when he was destitute, he went there to buy medicine several times.

How could those ordinary pharmacies, filled with the smell of disinfectant and poverty, possibly stock large quantities of rare, high-end generic drugs?

Isn't this a ridiculous joke?!

"No! I really didn't lie to you! I swear!"

Seeing Lynn's cold gaze, Mark panicked completely, his voice even trembling with despair:

"Actually, that chain pharmacy isn't an ordinary, affordable pharmacy at all; it's just a front for money laundering and smuggling! Behind them is a pharmaceutical conglomerate controlled by the Indian 'Singh Brothers'!"

"The entire 11th Avenue in the East Side, and practically all the 11th Anniversary drugstores in the entire East Side of Seattle, are under the secret control of these two brothers!"

"Because the drugs they offer are extremely cheap and incredibly effective, generic drugs have now virtually monopolized and dominate the entire Seattle black market!"

"The Singh brothers..."

Lynn narrowed his eyes slightly, his expression lost in thought.

In fact, the moment Mark uttered the word "India," he had already believed it to a great extent.

Globally, only India, with its exceptional capabilities, possesses both the resources and the technology to replicate large quantities of expensive original drugs.

Indian generic drugs are produced in large quantities, are inexpensive, and have strong effects, making them virtually unrivaled globally.

Of course, this is not because India's pharmaceutical technology and production lines are particularly advanced.

This is entirely because such behavior is tacitly approved by the Indian government!

As for why it was tacitly approved?

The official, high-sounding explanation is that India's Patent Act only protects the manufacturing process and never the ingredients of the drug, as well as regulatory negligence.

But simply put, the core can be summed up in just two words.

Benefit!

The real big shots behind this massive industrial chain are all high-ranking Indian officials.

If a magistrate commits arson, is it necessary to arrest him?

It may sound surreal, but for India, it's just basic stuff.

After all, this is a magical country that can change its own mythological figures and systems at will.

Ignoring international patent law is a piece of cake and perfectly normal.

In a flash, Lynn's sharp gaze pierced Mark again, and she asked in a cold voice, "How do I get the medicine? Who do I need to contact?"

"this……"

Mark immediately looked troubled, and his voice became hesitant and stammering, "I...I don't know..."

Lynn's eyes suddenly sharpened.

With just a glance, Mark's right hand, which had lost its tendons, convulsed violently as a reflex, and he even urinated a few drops of warm urine from his crotch.

Shocked, he hurriedly and frantically tried to explain at the top of his lungs:

"I really don't know! Boss Will Cross personally handled all the distribution of this batch of goods! My usual job is just to send my underlings to pick up the goods from the back door of the designated pharmacy with the money! I really don't have any contact with anything else!"

"Your boss?"

Upon hearing this, Lynn's brows furrowed deeply.

His gaze unconsciously turned to Kane, who was standing to the side, and they made eye contact. His expression was slightly strange.

Then, he glanced at the time, clicked his tongue, and muttered to himself:

"At this point... I'm afraid your boss's body is already exceeding the standard for heavy metals."

"I really told you everything! I didn't hide anything!"

Mark was terrified upon hearing this. Even the thought that his boss might be dead didn't stir any emotion in him; he could only plead in a long, drawn-out sob:

"Please spare me...don't kill me. I know I was wrong. I'll never mess with you again..."

Under continuous inhuman torture and blows, the once arrogant leader of the Blood Wolf Gang has had his spirit completely shattered.

Seeing Mark's disgusting appearance with snot and tears all over his face, Lynn turned away with a look of disgust.

He walked back to the sofa, sat down slowly, and ignored it.

With Will Cross dead, the direct lead to the goods was effectively cut off.

But it's not a big problem; at worst, I can go to the pharmacy on 11th Avenue myself.

The so-called Singh brothers from India, since they are out selling medicine to make money, can't possibly refuse a big business that comes knocking on their door, can they?

Hmm... although the business isn't very big.

"Boss! What should we do with this piece of trash?"

At this moment, Kane, a man of few words and ruthless nature, silently stepped forward.

He held the gun to Mark's sweat-drenched forehead with one hand.

With just a gentle pull of the trigger, Mark's life would be over.

"Don't kill me!!! Please don't kill me!!!"

Mark completely broke down instantly, his body twisting wildly, and foul-smelling urine dripped from the chair onto the carpet.

Lynn raised her eyes, looked at the completely devastated Mark, and a gentle smile slowly crept onto her lips:

"Kane, put the gun down. We're not some savage gangsters. Isn't it bad to fight and kill each other?"

"What's more, our esteemed Boss Mark... still has a great use to him."

……

At the same time.

SPD (Seattle Police Department) headquarters building.

First floor office lobby.

Inside the hall, special police officers and other officers who had just completed a raid were resting.

The air was filled with the smell of coffee and sweat, and most of the officers had cheerful expressions on their faces.

After all, they had completed the raid and mopping-up mission perfectly without any casualties against the vicious Blood Wolf Gang.

There couldn't be a better outcome.

However, the atmosphere in front of the command platform in the center of the hall seemed somewhat somber.

Annie, Vice-Captain Martin, and others formed a circle, their expressions somewhat grave.

"Has the investigation been completed? Including the bodies in the warehouse and the prisoners captured alive, is the total number confirmed to be only fifteen?"

Martin turned his head, his brow furrowed, and looked at the recorder in charge of the inventory.

"Yes, sir. There are indeed only fifteen people."

The recorder flipped through the statistics board in his hand and reported truthfully to his supervisor: "We checked with the forensic team at the scene several times, and there is absolutely no mistake."

As soon as he finished speaking, Martin's brows furrowed even deeper.

He turned his head to look at Annie beside him, opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something to comfort her.

But in the end, it turned into a helpless sigh, and he didn't say it out loud.

Annie crossed her arms, her beautiful face remaining silent.

But deep disappointment was hard to hide in those icy blue eyes.

According to the bureau chief, the number of people arrested and dismantled in the gang must be more than twenty!

But who would have thought that there were only fifteen Blood Wolf Gang members in the warehouse!

With only one final push away from successfully completing this impossible task, is it really going to fail at the last moment?

Just as the atmosphere reached a stalemate.

"Sir...Sir!!!"

The door to the office lobby was suddenly pushed open.

The on-duty guard who was standing guard outside rushed in, panting heavily. His huge movement immediately attracted the attention of everyone in the hall.

Under the astonished gazes of the crowd, the guard pointed incredulously at the door and shouted:

"Outside...outside the police station! A silver van without license plates just drove off, leaving behind several large sacks! Initial observation suggests the sacks are still moving...very likely containing living people!"

The words fell.

The police officers in the hall looked at each other, all of them seeing utter bewilderment in each other's eyes.

I've never seen anything like this before!

In Seattle, someone actually dared to throw people in front of the police station in broad daylight?

Vice-captain Martin, however, was slightly taken aback. He seemed to have made a connection to something, and his eyes suddenly lit up.

"Let's go! Let's go out and take a look!"

Annie reacted the fastest, speaking first and hurrying towards the gate with her long legs.

A glint flashed in his icy blue eyes, and he even couldn't help but purse his rosy lips.

Her eyes held both anticipation and a hint of nervousness that she herself was unaware of.

slam-la-

A large group of fully armed police officers followed Annie to the police station.

Upon closer inspection, everyone saw seven enormous sacks lying haphazardly at the bottom of the police station steps, writhing violently.

The moment Martin saw the number, his pupils contracted sharply.

Seven!

If these seven people are all escapees from the Blood Wolf Gang.

The Blood Wolf Gang's head count is exactly over twenty!

"Quickly! Open the sack for me!" Martin ordered impatiently.

Several police officers quickly stepped forward, pulled out tactical knives, and cut open the sack.

As the sack was roughly torn open, the men, their faces bruised and swollen, their hands and feet tightly bound, and their mouths stuffed with rags, were exposed to the sunlight in agony.

Ironically, all seven of them had a cardboard sign hanging around their necks with a crude marker.

Several large characters were written crookedly on it.

[Blood Wolf Gang Members]!

At that moment, all the police officers present turned their heads at the same time, their eyes fixed intently on Annie, who was standing at the very front.

By this time, they had all realized what was happening.

With the addition of these seven prisoners, who seemed to have fallen from the sky, the total number of Blood Wolf Gang members who have been executed or captured has reached twenty-two.

Far exceeding the standard of twenty people!

Captain Annie has accomplished this almost impossible mission flawlessly without shedding a drop of blood!

"They're definitely from the Blood Wolf Gang, sir! Look at the blood wolf tattoos on their necks!"

Sharp-eyed agent Jimmy pointed to the back of one of the men's necks and shouted excitedly.

Now everyone was even more certain.

This is absolutely not a prank; it's a real achievement!

Just then, another officer in charge of the inspection called out in confusion:

"Huh? Why does that guy in the middle have a parking ticket stuck to his forehead?"

Upon hearing the word "ticket," Annie's heart skipped a beat, as if struck by an invisible hand.

She immediately pushed through the crowd and strode to Mark, whose hands had been broken and who looked utterly miserable.

Annie's eyes trembled slightly as she looked at the ticket stuck to Mark's blood-stained forehead.

He tore off the ticket and held it in his hand for a closer look.

That's right!

This is the parking ticket she personally issued to Lynn!

In a state of intense shock, Annie reversed the ticket.

On the blank space on the back of the ticket, a line of cursive English writing was prominently displayed:

[A gift for you~]

boom!

At that moment, Annie felt as if she had been struck by lightning, her heart trembling deeply.

A surge of indescribable emotion and strange feelings welled up in my heart instantly.

It's really him!

It really was a gift from Lynn!

He actually knew the predicament he was facing, and in this crazy and romantic way, he managed to make up for the last person's death!

"Officer Envy, what are those things? Who sent these people?" Martin slowly stepped forward, asking with a look of shock and curiosity.

"It's nothing."

Annie quickly composed herself.

He carefully folded the slightly crumpled ticket, thoughtfully tucked it into his inner pocket, and then spoke in a calm tone:

"It was delivered by my informant."

Then, her expression turned serious, and she reverted to her icy, commanding demeanor, issuing a stern order:

"Immediately take these Blood Wolf Gang members inside and interrogate them separately! Prepare a case report!"

"Yes! Received!"

Martin snapped to attention and gave a perfectly standard salute.

At this moment, his admiration for Annie was so profound that he was practically bowing down in reverence.

That's incredible!

If it were him, he would never have been able to uproot a gang that had been entrenched for many years in just one day.

They could even have informants pack up the remaining members of the gang and deliver them to the police station.

The sheriff's background and skills are simply unfathomable!

As everyone escorted the prisoner away, the noisy police station entrance returned to calm.

Annie stood alone on the steps, feeling the faint warmth of the parking ticket against her chest.

A moment later, she raised her head, her icy blue eyes gazing at the slightly overcast sky, a gentle smile playing on her lips:

"Thank you... Lin!"