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

A gathering place for homeless people.

Led by the elderly white homeless man, Lynn arrived at a relatively secluded tent.

Even before getting close, you can smell a musty odor.

Frowning, Lynn bent down and lifted the musty-smelling waterproof cloth.

Inside the tent, Mike, a burly Black man, was leaning against a worn-out mattress, his forehead covered in sweat.

Lynn lowered his eyes and glanced around briefly before his gaze fell on Mike's right arm.

The forearm exhibited a bizarre, twisted curve.

The pale bone fragments even pierced the dark skin, oozing dark red blood.

Seeing this, Lynn breathed a slight sigh of relief.

Fortunately, it's just a broken arm, not a death sentence.

"Lin! What brings you here?"

Seeing Lynn enter, Mike, enduring the excruciating pain, struggled to get up and greet her.

"How did you do that?" Lynn asked calmly.

"I got into a fight with some thugs from the next block."

Mike grinned, revealing a set of white teeth, but cold sweat kept dripping down his forehead: "But I didn't lose out. Those sewer maggots tried to steal my supplies, and I gouged out one of their eyes!"

"Didn't you go to the hospital?"

"To the hospital?" Mike gave a wry smile and shook his head. "Lin, that's an American hospital. I can't even afford to touch the door of an ambulance."

Upon hearing this, Lynn fell silent.

He knew, of course, how outrageous the medical care was in this lousy place.

At the famous "Donut" at Southeast University, he once had to go to the emergency room because of back pain.

The doctor only talked to him for about ten minutes before going outside and looking at the bill.

Guess what? Hey! $5670!

Lynn's gaze fell once more on Mike's severed arm, and his mind raced with thoughts.

The vast amount of knowledge he had just acquired from the [General Medicine Skills (Beginner)] was now clearly emerging in his mind.

Although it's only a beginner level, it's more than enough to handle physical fractures and injuries like this.

This is a homeless community in a state of utter devastation.

Curing Mike would be the perfect living advertisement!

"Sit down, I'll treat you."

Thinking of this, Lynn exhaled a breath of stale air and spoke softly.

"Really?" Mike was stunned, then his eyes flashed with ecstasy, but quickly dimmed again: "Lin, I don't have the money to pay you..."

"Money? Free, bro!" Lynn shook his head.

"free!"

Upon hearing this, Mike's eyes instantly reddened, and the nearly two-meter-tall man was so moved that he trembled and became incoherent:

"Lin! You're truly an angel! What medical supplies do you need? I'll get them for you!"

Lynn raised her eyelids slightly: "You have money?"

"Of course, it's free!" Mike said matter-of-factly.

Lynn's eye twitched slightly.

Okay, he's overthinking it.

"No need for that."

Lynn shook his head and stepped forward, casually placing his hands on Mike's severed arm.

After fiddling around for a few seconds, his eyes suddenly sharpened.

Click!

"Huh—uh?"

Mike was about to scream, but the sound got stuck in his throat.

To his surprise, the excruciating pain had miraculously disappeared by more than half!

Look down.

The protruding bone has been perfectly pushed back into place, and the curve of the arm has returned to normal.

"This...this is done?!"

Mike stared wide-eyed, his face filled with disbelief.

Even the best orthopedic surgeons at Seattle's best hospitals couldn't reset it that quickly with their bare hands.

thump!

Without hesitation, Mike knelt down and gripped Lynn's trouser leg tightly: "Lin! From today onwards, my life is yours! I'll do whatever you tell me to do!"

[Thanksgiving +20]

A barely perceptible smile curved the corners of Lynn's lips.

Get up.

He slowly lit a cigarette, took a deep drag, and smiled: "What a coincidence, I happen to need your help with something. You know I'm a kind-hearted person and want to help more patients."

Mike was taken aback: "Free?"

"Yes, it's free in principle."

Lynn flicked his cigarette ash: "But medical care has costs, doesn't it? I can do without it, but I'm afraid patients won't feel at ease if I don't charge."

Mike's big eyes blinked, then he gave a knowing look.

"You need to introduce me to resources and do a screening process. For now, I only want those with bone injuries or minor infections, understand, Mike?"

"Leave it to me!"

Mike patted his chest and guaranteed, "I know plenty of guys who can't afford medical care, so the clientele will be endless!"

"very good."

After exchanging a few words and discussing the details, the two walked out of the tent one after the other.

Black Mike's appearance immediately attracted the attention of the homeless people around him.

"My God, Mike, wasn't your hand broken?"

"Weren't you having trouble even raising your arm? Is it all better now?"

"Mike? You're not dead?"

"..."

Staring at Mike's perfectly intact arm, they looked as if they had seen a ghost.

Mike grinned, pointed at Lynn, and announced loudly, "It was Lin! Lin performed a miracle and healed me! Look! I'm perfectly fine now!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the room fell silent.

In an instant, the way the homeless people around Lynn looked at him completely changed.

They provide free supplies and know how to treat patients.

In an instant, Lynn's image became incredibly lofty.

[Respect +1]

[Respect +1]

……

Beep beep—

Just as Lynn was about to press her advantage and say a few more words, her cell phone suddenly vibrated in her pocket.

It was the lecturer calling.

"Lin! Come quick! Something's happened... someone's dead!"

On the other end of the phone, the lecturer's voice was filled with barely suppressed panic and trembling.

Lynn's gaze sharpened abruptly: "What's going on?"

"Tent...homeless...dead man!" the lecturer stammered.

Upon hearing these keywords, Lynn immediately understood: "Where is it? I'm going there now."

Lynn stubbed out his cigarette and strode away.

……

Half an hour later.

Under a dark and damp overpass.

"What happened?"

Lynn looked at the lecturer, whose face was pale and who was trembling all over.

"I...I had nowhere to go last night, so I wandered into this bridge hole and spent the night there."

The lecturer's teeth chattered as he pointed to a huge, dark-colored tent in front of him: "I went to film a wilderness adventure video during the day, and when I came back, I found... everyone inside was dead!"

"Did you hear anything last night?"

"I heard a few people inside howling and crying, I thought they were too high, so I didn't dare to interfere..."

Lynn didn't reply. She put on the mask she always carried, walked over, and unzipped the tent.

Instantly, the pungent smell of excrement mixed with the strong odor of cheap chemicals hit me like a tangible force.

The sight inside the tent instantly made Lynn frown.

Three corpses lay scattered haphazardly on the filthy blanket.

Two men and one woman.

The man was emaciated, his arms covered with countless festering needle marks, and there were charred tin foil and syringes scattered around him.

The woman was barely clothed, her eyes rolled back, and her death was extremely bizarre.

There was even some indescribable, cloudy powder oozing from the corner of his mouth...

After a quick glance, Lynn had a clear idea of ​​what was going on.

If rigor mortis has just appeared, the time of death is definitely no more than twenty hours.

Turning around, Lynn's mind raced: "Did the community hand out food stamps yesterday?"

"Yes, the relief funds and food stamps were just distributed yesterday." The lecturer nodded repeatedly.

Upon hearing this, Lynn's eyes flashed and he understood everything.

In the lower strata of American society, the first thing homeless people do after receiving food stamps is not to buy bread.

Instead, they sell them at a discount to the black market for cash, and then immediately buy fentanyl or other enhancers.

After that, a group of them gathered together to take drugs and have sex.

If someone dies from an overdose, the others will immediately strip the deceased of all their money and belongings and sell the body.

This continues until they run out of money, or until only one person is left.

Clearly, this whole bunch went awry; they lost control of the quantity and all met their demise.

In America, corpses are not just corpses; they can be exchanged for money.

Especially those that have been treated with enhancers, the price ranges from $500 to $2000.

"Lin, shall we call the police?" the lecturer suddenly asked, his voice trembling.

"Call the police?"

Lynn looked at him like he was an idiot: "Do you think the Seattle police would care whether a homeless person lives or dies?"

"Call the police? Not only will you not get a single penny, but those fat pig cops will also extort money from you as a suspect."

In America, homeless people are not considered people in the true sense of the word.

They died, and that was that. No one would investigate the cause or include it in the official statistics.

This is why, despite the influx of millions of undocumented immigrants and homeless people into the United States each year, the number of immigrants remains within the next range.

"Then... what should we do...?"

Lynn remained silent.

He crouched down, suppressing his nausea, and pinched his nose as he rummaged through the pocket of a male corpse and pulled out a broken cell phone with a shattered screen.

Lynn's eyes lit up slightly as she flipped through her contacts.

Instantly, a phone number labeled "Cleaner" was found.

Without hesitation, he dialed the number directly.

beep - beep -

"Who is this?" The call connected, and a cold, synthesized voice answered.

"There are three (corpses), all of them died less than a day ago." Lynn's tone was indifferent, as if he were a seasoned veteran of the black market.

There was a two-second silence on the other end: "Cause of death? Location?"

"Sucking to death, under bridge number three in the South District."

"Wait."

The call was quickly disconnected.

"Can it work?" The lecturer's voice grew increasingly anxious.

Don't worry.

Lynn gave a curt reply and said no more.

Less than half an hour.

呲——

A deep screech of brakes sounded.

A black Ford Raptor full-size pickup truck with fake license plates was parked outside the bridge.

The car door opened, and several burly men fully armed and wearing gas masks jumped out.

The man in the lead was not wearing a mask.

The man was a full 1.9 meters tall and a size bigger than Mike.

With his topknot and fleshy face, he looked exactly like a modern-day Dong Zhuo.

What surprised Lynn even more was that the other person clearly looked like a student from Tokyo University.

"You delivered the message?"

The muscular man looked Lynn up and down, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

Clearly, Lynn's overly calm demeanor was unlike that of an ordinary homeless person.

"Let's inspect the goods." Lynn stepped aside.

The man waved his hand.

Several of his companions immediately crawled into the tent.

After fiddling around for a while, he came out of the tent and whispered a few words in the muscular man's ear.

"Not bad, there are plenty of residual chemicals in the body, making it very valuable for experiments." The muscular man smiled with satisfaction.

"A thousand-dollar knife."

Lynn didn't even lift his eyelids before speaking.

In his judgment, this price should be about right.

"one thousand?"

The muscular man frowned: "Friend, this price is too high..."

"These are my dearest friends and family..." Lynn interrupted.

The muscular man's cheek twitched.

Lynn changed the subject: "Well, they don't have any identification information."

In America, unclaimed Gundams are more expensive.

This means that no registration is required, nor is any payment to relatives necessary.

"Looks like you know the ropes." The muscular man raised an eyebrow, looking somewhat surprised.

Clearly, they hadn't expected Lynn to be such an expert.

After a brief moment of thought, the muscular man extended his right hand: "Let's make friends."

"make a deal!"

After saying that, he threw three stacks of US dollars from the passenger seat.

Above the US dollar bill was a plain black card.

The card had no name on it, only a gold-embossed phone number and the logo of St. Martin's Biopharmaceuticals.

"If you find any good deals like this again, just contact me. Goodbye."

"What's your name?"

Just call me Lao A.

The muscular man gave Lynn a deep look, waved his hand, and left.

Rumble!

With a screeching engine, the black Ford Raptor sped away.

The tent was empty.

It was as if nothing had ever happened.

After the car drove away, the lecturer took a deep breath, his eyes almost popping out of their sockets: "This... he just made three thousand dollars?!"

Everything that happened today has had a tremendous impact on his understanding of the world.

Three thousand dollars, he would have to wash tens of thousands of dishes to earn that!

Lynn smiled faintly, expressionlessly pulled out 1,500 dollars and handed it over: "It's to be split equally according to the rules, this is yours."

Without the lecturer, there would be no windfall today.

"For me..."

The lecturer hurriedly caught the money, his face flushed with excitement: "Lin! You're such a good person! Don't worry, I'll definitely come back to you next time I have something like this!"

Lynn's lips curled slightly.

"By the way, how's your video coming along?" Lynn didn't continue the conversation.

"Oh, not bad! The data is pretty good." The lecturer quickly pulled out his phone from his tattered clothes to show it off.

"Guys, dinner's almost ready! We're farming around here today..."

The lecturer in the video is holding a broken bowl and looks excited.

The number of likes has already exceeded five thousand.

"Indeed, it's quite good," Lynn gave a fair assessment.

No wonder lecturers can be so popular; they have real talent.

The lecturer chuckled and swiped his thumb rapidly across the screen, preparing to switch to the next video.

As a result, my hand slipped and the background switched to a pink webpage.

OnlyFans.

The screen was filled with obscene and provocative photos and video covers.

"Ahem..." The lecturer blushed slightly, trying to cover it up: "Well, this is something other guys taught me. I only watch the free sections, I never pay..."

Lynn glanced at him speechlessly.

The homeless in America have quite a rich spiritual life.

They can't even afford to eat, and they're still watching this?

Unlike him, who usually only watches TV after he's eaten.

OnlyFans is a content subscription service platform.

Here you can find all kinds of videos, almost enough to satisfy every XP user.

Just as he was about to look away.

A newly displayed live stream recommendation cover on the screen instantly captivated Lynn's eyes.

She was a hot female anchor, dressed in an extremely revealing lace maid outfit.

This is not the point.

The key point is that the woman was wearing a half-face ball mask with dark blue feathers!

boom!

Lynn's head buzzed, as if he had been struck by lightning.

He had seen this mask before.

It was in Mrs. Hill's daughter, Katie's, bed!