You're a US police officer, what are you thinking about going back to the East for?

Tsk.

Leon glanced at the girl next to him.

It's true that her hand speed is fast, but her angle is better; she's right to Leon's side, and the thug can't block her view at all, so it's not impossible that he saw her little tricks.

"It's a good thing...it can help him establish a connection with God, feel God's glory, and rebuild his inner faith."

Leon stood with his hands on his hips, spouting nonsense with a straight face, but pretending to be righteous and awe-inspiring.

"Young man, don't ask questions unnecessarily. It's very impolite. Being too curious is not a secret to longevity in Seattle."

The girl pursed her lips, looking like she didn't believe a word of it, clearly not taking Leon's perfunctory words to heart.

Just as Leon was figuring out how to get rid of this handsome but troublesome guy, a rather heavy slap landed heavily on his shoulder.

"Well done, Lyon! I knew it; a well-educated kid like you will always be a pillar of the community!"

Pastor Anderson, having seen off the last believer who had come to him to confess and ask for relief food, strode over.

He was radiant, his well-preserved old face beaming with smiles.

Clearly, today's relief effort, featuring the heroic police officer, earned him a lot of prestige, and tomorrow's church briefing will surely be filled with plenty of compelling material.

"I just feel that instead of staying at home playing on my phone, it would be more meaningful to come here and help you share some of God's burden. You flatter me."

Lyon continued to ramble on without batting an eye, revealing that he was only there to improve his reputation within the community.

"Haha, humility is a virtue, child."

Then, Leon nudged Anderson, pointed to the pretty girl next to him who was standing with her arms crossed, and asked:

"By the way, Pastor, who is this? I don't think I've seen her in the community before."

"Oh, look at my forgetful memory, I completely forgot to introduce you all."

"This is Irina, a top student in the biology department at the University of Washington. She only comes to my humble church occasionally to help out in order to earn community service credits."

"Irina, this is the pride of our community, Officer Vance."

Irina? A biology major?

"Alright, now that you've gotten to know each other, the rest of these folding chairs and empty baskets are yours to take care of, you two young people."

Reverend Anderson pulled out his phone, pretending he hadn't been paying attention to the time, giving Leon a "I'm busy" look, and then winked at him suggestively.

"I have two important church meetings to attend. You two chat. Young people these days should have a lot in common, so it should be easy for you to get along, right?"

The old fox was clearly too lazy to bother with the remaining cleanup work. As soon as he finished speaking, he slipped away and jumped into his Lincoln sedan parked on the side of the road.

The engine started, and exhaust fumes sprayed Leon's face. Reverend Anderson then made a graceful exit.

Suddenly, only Leon and Irina, the biology major, remained in the square, staring at each other in the cold wind.

"Old fox..."

Lyon watched the Lincoln sedan gracefully swerve away, somewhat speechless.

What else can we do? Clean it up.

We can't just leave this mess here and ignore it.

He bent down and gripped the base of a stack of plastic baskets with both hands.

Irina wasn't idle either. Although she looked quite slender, she wasn't delicate at all when it came to work. She was squatting there folding up the scattered iron frames.

A pair of amber eyes kept glancing at Lyon, clearly indicating that they hadn't given up on the previous topic.

Just as Lyon was stacking the last pile of baskets together, the system suddenly appeared and made its presence known.

[Mission: Subdue the street thugs - Completed]

[Settlement: Misleading information successfully eliminated potential threats and protected citizen safety]

Participation rate: 60%

[Reward: 100 Justice Points]

Huh? There are hidden quests too.

One hundred points?

Given the system's track record, this reward is quite substantial.

He simply handed over a twenty-dollar card and gave a warm smile, without even drawing his gun.

Getting 100 points means that person's current state is probably even more complete than being "subdued".

"Damn, those two guys were really reckless!"

Although he anticipated that the two people keeping watch would interrogate or even rob the thug who was acting like a super informant, he originally thought that at most they would just give him a beating or take the kid back for questioning.

It now appears that the gang members were far more neurotic than he had anticipated.

It seems like three stubborn guys ran into each other, so the two of them simply gave each other a quick restart of Earth Online.

"What's wrong?"

Irina noticed the strange expression on Leon's face. She stood up, dusted off her hands, and...

"That expression you made just now..."

Leon stroked his chin, letting out a barely audible hiss, then forcibly suppressed his doubts about the 100 points.

Since the system has already given out money, it means that the kid has indeed made the most of his remaining energy.

As for how exactly he disappeared, that's a matter for the Seattle Police Department to worry about. What does it have to do with him, a model citizen who is on vacation?

Moreover, based on his experience, the police would not care about such a vague and unrelated matter. It would be difficult enough to find the two people who were tailing him, let alone find him.

He straightened up, looked at the biology major in front of him whose face seemed to say, "Explain yourself to me!", and quickly started calculating in his mind.

This girl's keen observation skills are almost annoying, but knowing a college student studying biology doesn't seem like such a bad thing.

In case the system ever comes up with some tasks involving toxicology, testing, or similar advanced fields, having a professional as a free consultant is always better than having to Google it yourself.

"Hey, Irina, let's change the subject."

Lyon asked, seemingly casually,

"When we were distributing the bread earlier, did that old dog Anderson... the pastor, give you any special instructions? Like, the distribution standards must be strictly consistent, and you absolutely can't just give a couple more to someone who seems to be in a particularly bad situation?"

Irina was taken aback, clearly not expecting Lyon to suddenly bring this up.

She thought about it carefully and nodded:

"It was indeed emphasized, and it wasn't just the pastor who mentioned it; the senior volunteer who mentored me also said that the distribution amount must be exactly the same, even if the person on the other side is starving, they can only be given the prescribed portion."

"Then why do you think this rule should be set?" Leon looked at her with a smile.

Irina frowned:

"Hmm...it's probably because of limited resources? If we give too many to the people in front, the people in the back of the line won't get any."

"Moreover, if people in line see that we are treating them differently, it could very likely cause riots and disputes."

After she finished speaking, she looked at Leon with a questioning expression, clearly feeling that her answer was comprehensive enough.

"It's not that simple, Irina."