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

Outside the medical tent.

Just as Lynn and Envy were having a "friendly" exchange inside.

The situation outside, however, presents a completely different picture of tension.

The large number of homeless people did not actually disperse after leaving the tent.

Or rather, they had nowhere to go.

This stinking park was originally their home!

now.

Hundreds of homeless people formed a fan-shaped encirclement, surrounding the twelve tactical police officers led by Martin.

Their bloodshot eyes revealed undisguised intense hostility and ferocity.

Fun fact: Nobody likes the police in America.

Whether it's black or white, or black plus white or white plus black.

Of course, the yellow that appears partially is an exception.

Meanwhile, the police officers felt like they had a thorn in their side.

Each person's body was tense at all times, maintaining a high level of vigilance, with their fingers tightly gripping the trigger guard.

For a newbie like Jimmy, his calves were spinning uncontrollably and he was about to cramp up.

The feeling of being scrutinized by hundreds of eyes as a villain is simply suffocating!

They're Seattle police officers, upholding justice! What the hell is this?!

Even Martin, the most senior of them all, was not at ease at this moment.

Although he has been a police officer for many years, he mostly worked as a patrol officer when he was young, and he doesn't have much experience in leading teams to carry out such sudden and high-risk missions.

This kind of scene, which could easily trigger large-scale riots, was a chilling experience for him, like a young woman getting married!

"Gurgle~"

Martin's Adam's apple bobbed as he irritably wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

He would occasionally glance at his watch, and at other times stare intently at the medical tent in the distance.

His brows were furrowed into a tight knot.

He started timing when he led the team out of the tent, and a full ten minutes have passed so far.

Annie has been inside for a full ten minutes and hasn't come out yet!

If it weren't for the fact that he could vaguely see two standing figures through the thick canvas, he would have immediately called SWAT to clean up the area!

Calling in SWAT teams to deal with a group of homeless people is indeed making a mountain out of a molehill.

But when Martin thought of the chief's stern instructions before he left that "Anivie's absolute safety must be guaranteed," he felt that calling for backup in advance was not a big deal.

Just as Martin's thoughts were racing and his hand was slowly reaching for the walkie-talkie on his shoulder.

Whoosh!

The heavy curtains of the medical tent were suddenly lifted.

In the awkward atmosphere, this subtle movement instantly attracted the attention of everyone present.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, a fair, translucent hand with distinct knuckles lifted the curtain.

Immediately afterwards, Annie's tall and slender figure strode out.

Her expression was not relaxed at the moment.

Her beautiful brows were tightly furrowed, her exquisite face displaying an extremely complex and tangled expression, yet also revealing a resolute determination as if she had nothing to lose.

Following closely behind was Lynn, dressed in a white lab coat.

Compared to Annie's heaviness, Lynn seemed much more relaxed.

With his hands in his pockets and a smile playing on his lips, his face maintained its usual calm and relaxed demeanor.

"Um?"

Seeing that Annie was safe and sound, Martin breathed a long sigh of relief.

But at the same time, he immediately noticed that Annie's expression was strange.

For some reason, a secret excitement welled up from the depths of my heart.

To be precise, it was a hint of schadenfreude!

The newly arrived young lady personally led a mission for the first time, but it turned out to be all bark and no bite, unable to even take down a quack doctor in the slums.

Once this gets back to the police station, Annie's prestige will surely plummet.

That would greatly increase my chances of becoming a detective!

With this thought in mind, Martin immediately put on a concerned expression and hurried over to meet him.

"Captain! Are you alright?"

He called him "captain" with complete willingness.

He was even secretly glad that he wasn't the one leading the team today, otherwise he would have been the one to take the blame.

Annie nodded absentmindedly without saying a word.

"Since it's a misunderstanding, let's retreat immediately."

Martin didn't want to stay in this godforsaken place for even a second longer, and turned around to call for the tactical squad to retreat.

"Don't retreat yet."

Annie looked up abruptly, a sharp, cold glint in her eyes: "Everyone get in the car! Destination: Red Hook District!"

Upon hearing this, Martin's outstretched hand froze, and he stood there stunned.

The tactical officers around them, who were preparing to put their guns away, were also completely bewildered, exchanging bewildered glances.

We looked at each other, completely bewildered as to what had happened.

What's going on?

Today's mission briefing only lists South King Street as the target location. Where did the second mission come from?

"team leader!"

Martin looked utterly bewildered, his voice rising involuntarily: "Red Hook Street isn't even on our itinerary! What are we going there for?"

Annie did not answer immediately.

He first glanced deeply at Lynn behind him, whose expression remained calm, before turning around and speaking slowly and deliberately, his voice like a drawn blade:

"Go arrest them!"

……

Tactical squads arrive quickly and leave quickly.

Under Annie's decisive command, the police car squad quickly boarded their vehicles and drove away.

In less than two minutes, the three Ford Explorers disappeared completely in the dust they kicked up.

Watching the police car's taillights slink away.

The previously silent and oppressive crowd of homeless people was suddenly interrupted by someone whistling.

The next second, deafening cheers erupted one after another!

"Hahaha! That shit-eating cop's gone!"

"Mr. Lin is a truly ruthless character! Even the police can't handle him!"

"Long live Mr. Lin! West Sea!"

"Zhongcheng! Mr. Lin is such a badass! I want to have his baby!"

"Get out of here, you gay bastard! If anyone's going to have a baby, it'll be me!"

"..."

[Respect +1]

[Respect +1]

[Respect +1]

……

As Lynn watched the emotional value on his retina refresh rapidly like a waterfall, a glint of light flashed in his eyes.

He really hadn't expected this; he hadn't anticipated any unexpected surprise.

This wave of gains yielded at least twenty or thirty points of Respect, roughly enough to raise my Respect rank to level 1.

However, he didn't have time to examine the panel closely at the moment.

After casually waving to the cheering crowd, Lynn immediately turned and strode into the tent.

Almost at the same time the curtain fell.

Lynn took out his phone and quickly dialed Kane's number.

Beep beep—

The phone was answered instantly after only one ring, and Kane's icy voice, devoid of any warmth, came through the receiver: "BOSS."

"The police just left and are heading at full speed to the Red Hook neighborhood," Lynn said calmly, as if he were talking about something trivial.

"clear!"

Kane's voice on the other end of the phone rose an octave more than usual, revealing an uncontrollable, bloodthirsty excitement.

"be safe."

"Don't worry, Boss."

After hanging up the phone and casually tossing it onto the supply box, Lynn flicked non-existent dust off her white coat, a dangerous smile slowly curving her lips upwards.

"The show is about to begin."

……

Red Hook Street, at the street corner.

An inconspicuous, two-story red brick building stands quietly.

A shabby sign covered in stains hangs above the entrance, bearing the name "Red Hook Decoration Consulting Company".

But strangely enough...

There wasn't a single contractor or homeowner among the people coming in and out of this renovation company.

They were all people from the lower class who walked unsteadily, were sallow and thin, and some even had bleeding wounds.

Clang~

The crisp sound of an aluminum can tumbling filled the air.

At the end of the street, a man wearing an inexpensive shirt and a black baseball cap walked slowly with his hands in his pockets.

As they approached the red brick building, the man paused slightly and slowly raised his chin.

My line of sight caught the well-disguised pinhole camera in the corner of the entrance.

The next moment, a chilling smile appeared on the man's lips.

The man was none other than Kane!

"Hopefully, my skills haven't deteriorated..."

Kane's eyes swept around the surrounding streets with the vigilance of a hawk.

He then quickly pulled his hat brim down and strode into [Red Hook Decoration Consulting Company].

And this is Victor's KK Clinic!

……

Inside the KK Clinic.

Even though the sun was shining brightly outside, the room remained dark and oppressive.

All the windows on all sides were completely covered with several layers of thick black tape, preventing any light from getting in.

The entire space was illuminated only by a single, unstable incandescent bulb overhead, which emitted a buzzing sound.

The air circulation was extremely poor, and the pungent smell of disinfectant mixed with the stench of blood and mold was nauseating.

On the dilapidated benches in the waiting area, seven or eight drug addicts and gang thugs sat sprawled out, waiting to see a doctor.

Right in the center of the consultation room.

Victor, wearing a white lab coat and sporting a receding hairline, was casually leaning back in the boss's chair.

Behind him stood a burly man with a thick beard and a face full of scars, his waist bulging as if he were carrying real weapons.

"Next!"

Victor didn't even look up, impatiently tapping the table with his pen.

Soon, a thug rushed up, clutching his bleeding hand.

"Dr. Victor! My finger was broken by a hammer! The bone is showing, it hurts so much, please set it!"

Victor's expression remained unchanged as he casually glanced at the bloodied and mangled finger and said indifferently, "It's nothing."

After saying that, he grabbed two bottles of unlabeled white pills from the drawer and threw them on the table:

"Take some painkillers, and you can continue working. It'll cost you a total of three hundred US dollars."

The man trembled in pain: "But the bones..."

"Get out of here and take your medicine! Don't keep me from making money! Next!" Victor interrupted rudely.

Soon, another homeless man approached, clutching a ten-centimeter-long knife wound on his arm.

"Doctor, I was slashed by an enemy, I need stitches..."

"Sew my ass!"

Victor waved his hand with a look of disgust: "Why stitches for such a small injury? It's nothing serious, just take some special painkillers and sleep it off."

"But the wound keeps bleeding!"

"Then you fucking wrap it up in a rag! Take the medicine, pay up, and get the hell out of here!"

Immediately afterwards, a third, emaciated drug addict approached, trembling all over.

"Doctor... the painkillers you prescribed last time aren't working anymore. I feel like ants are crawling all over my body, it's so uncomfortable!"

Upon hearing this...

Victor suddenly laughed, a venomous, greedy glint in his triangular eyes.

"The medication isn't working well anymore, is it? That's a good thing; it means your body is adapting!"

He skillfully pulled open the bottom safe drawer, took out a small plastic bag, and tossed it over:

"This time I'll prescribe you a much larger dose! I guarantee you'll be in heaven! But... the price will be double!"

"Next!"

After getting rid of the addict, Victor crossed his legs, picked up his coffee, and took a sip.

As he shouted, Kane, wearing a baseball cap, strode forward.

Without saying a word, he pulled out a chair and sat down with an air of nonchalance.

"What illness?"

Victor didn't even lift his eyelids, preparing to prescribe painkillers directly.

"It hurts here."

Kane held up one finger and casually pointed to his left shoulder.

Victor glanced at it and sneered, "Hmm, I think it's just muscle strain. Some painkillers will do."

"Oh?"

Kane slowly moved his finger down, pointing to his chest: "It hurts here too."

Victor frowned slightly, a hint of impatience in his voice: "Neuralgia? Just prescribe painkillers."

"And here?"

Kane smirked and pointed directly to his head.

boom!

Victor finally lost his temper and slammed his hand heavily on the table:

"Are you fucking done yet?! Are you here to cause trouble? I said just prescribe painkillers!"

"Doctor, you didn't even glance at it carefully, how do you know painkillers are enough?"

Kane's eyes remained unchanged, and his tone was calm and unhurried.

"Motherfucker! I'm a doctor, you're a doctor!"

Victor flew into a rage, pointing his finger at Kane and yelling, "If you're not going to see a doctor, then get the hell out of here! Don't just occupy this position without doing your job!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the burly man with a thick beard behind him stepped forward, his massive body pressing down like a wall.

Crunch crunch~

The burly man cracked his knuckles as he crossed his arms, his voice vicious: "Kid, are you deaf? Get lost!"

Faced with the threat, Kane didn't even glance at the burly man.

Even his expression didn't change at all.

He simply lowered his head with great leisure and glanced at the tactical watch on his wrist.

"Are you fucking deaf?! Are you deliberately wasting my time? Throw him out!" Victor was furious.

In business, wasting time is equivalent to wasting money!

However, this time, Kane suddenly stood up from his chair as soon as he finished speaking.

Those emotionless, dead fish eyes suddenly erupted with an extremely terrifying killing intent.

"What are you doing!"

Victor instinctively shuddered.

The burly, bearded man behind him was also taken aback, then cursed and reached out to grab Kane's collar: "Fucking idiot! You're asking for it!"

However, Kane showed no fear in the face of the large hand reaching for him.

He leaned back slightly to nimbly dodge, then grinned, revealing a set of gleaming white teeth: "It's about time."

"What do you mean?" Victor was stunned.

Kane did not answer, his eyes gradually turning cold.

Whoosh!

The next moment, Kane sprang up like a cheetah, closing in on the enemy in one step!

Fast! Too fast!

Before the bearded man could react, Kane's hands were already gripping his wrists like iron clamps.

Twist! Leverage! Press down!

click-

With a terrifying, teeth-grinding cracking sound, the burly man's arm, thicker than a normal man's thigh, instantly bent backward at an extremely bizarre angle!

The stark white bone fragments pierced the skin, exposing the blood to the air!

"Aaaaaah!! My hand!"

A piercing scream instantly shattered the oppressive atmosphere of the clinic, and the burly man with the thick beard collapsed to his knees like a lump of mud.

One-hit kill!

Ruthless, decisive, and without any hesitation!

"Ah! Murder!!!"

The crowd waiting for their turn to see a doctor erupted in terrified screams, fleeing in panic like a flock of startled ducks.

Without even glancing at the burly man lying on the ground like a lump of mud, Kane casually grabbed a piece of gauze from the table and slowly wiped the blood off his hands.

His movements were unhurried and deliberate, revealing an elegance and composure that indicated he was in complete control.

Then, he slowly turned his head.

He grinned at Victor, who was already slumped in his chair, pale with fear, his voice like that of a vengeful demon:

"Your turn~"