Demigod Mage in America

New York, Manhattan, East 96th Street, NYPD Manhattan 19th Precinct.

Raymond was looking in the mirror in his office, while a white police officer was rambling on and on across from him.

"Toby Brandt, 34, worked at Walmart three years ago. He was fired after knocking over a shelf while he was sick, and then disappeared without a trace."

Raymond didn't look up, but instead stared at his acne breakouts from staying up late: "Why are we suddenly talking about this?"

"Because what I'm trying to say is that this guy's last recorded appearance was two years ago, and nobody knows where he is."

"So?"

"The residue you sent in, the laboratory results showed it was his."

Raymond finally put down the mirror in his hand, glanced at the photo on the table, looked at it for a few moments, and then looked up at the white police officer with a serious expression.

"You mean our friend suddenly turned into a muscular man?"

The photos on the table show Toby at several different stages: his muscular physique when he was at Walmart, his rapidly shrinking muscles after becoming homeless, and his later scruffy beard.

"That's not out of the question. You know, cholesterol, eggs, and chicken breast can be stuffed into the body to achieve that—it's the brain." He pointed to the brain.

Just as Raymond was about to ask more questions, he heard a knock on the door.

"Officer Catherine Field reporting for duty!"

Raymond's face immediately darkened: "Come in."

The smart-looking policewoman walked into the office, while the white policeman tactfully walked out. As they passed each other, he winked at Catherine, as if to say, "Good luck."

Catherine's shoulders shrugged slightly. Although she had only been with the company for a short time, she already knew what kind of person her boss was.

Incompetent; in five years in office, he failed to resolve a single old case in his jurisdiction, faced numerous complaints, and was constantly embroiled in internal sexual harassment scandals.

He is jealous, and most capable people can't get a good position under him; they either end up in a vacant department or are forced to resign.

I'm vain; the thing I do most at work every day is look in the mirror.

He was a womanizer; he tried to ask her out to dinner during his first month at work, but after being rejected, he never gave her a friendly look.

If you're wondering why someone like this could climb to the position of sheriff, it's probably because he has a police superintendent father.

However, Catherine only thought these things to herself; she dared not say them aloud, after all, she still had a lot of debt waiting for her, and the bills were due this week.

"Sheriff Raymond!"

She took off her security uniform and put on her police uniform, which she hadn't worn for almost a week. Her long white hair was tied up in a bun, making her look less heroic and more dashing.

Raymond looked her up and down, his pupils filled with nothing but greed and disdain, but he still had to keep a straight face.

"Welcome back, Catherine."

"Sir! Please call me Officer Field!"

A creak... He rubbed a mark on the mirror's surface from the armrest of the chair. Raymond gritted his teeth and said, word by word, "Officer Field!"

The atmosphere suddenly became tense, and the air was silent except for the two people staring at each other.

Catherine was fearless. As long as she didn't make any mistakes, the other party couldn't do anything to her. As for being assigned difficult tasks? She couldn't be happier!

Thinking about the questioning she endured during her therapy session today, Catherine was furious, as if she were the suspect.

"Boss, someone's looking for you outside."

The shouts from the white police officer at the door saved the almost freezing atmosphere inside.

"Let them in."

Two men in uniform walked in.

Who are you?

Raymond remained seated, showing no intention of getting up.

"Murphy sent us to find you."

Raymond's expression changed upon hearing this, and he told Catherine to leave. Naturally, all of this did not escape her notice.

"You can go back now. Report to Li's side tomorrow. You can rejoin the team after passing the test."

He tore a form off the table, signed it, and handed it to Catherine. It approved her return to work for evaluation.

"Yes, sir!" The policewoman replied calmly and respectfully, taking the order and turning to leave.

However, her gaze unconsciously swept over the two of them.

Although she had just joined the police force, an instinct told her that these two people were not normal.

However, she is now just an ordinary citizen, not a police officer, so she can only keep any doubts to herself.

After changing back into her regular clothes, Catherine left the police station, pondering where she should go today.

While she was thinking, she caught a glimpse of a pink-haired woman not far away out of the corner of her eye.

She was carrying an old tablet, looking at it as she walked.

She was completely unaware that a fat man was following behind her.

Catherine narrowed her eyes. She had just noticed the man's hand patting his pocket, seemingly indicating he was carrying a weapon.

Thinking of this, her first reaction was to run back to the police station to find the person, but after thinking about it, she gave up.

After all, Raymond is currently entertaining guests, so even if she went, she would be sent away.

Thinking of this, she didn't rush forward, but followed behind.

In the United States, if a person does not commit an immediate act of harm, then detaining or restricting their personal freedom for suspicious purposes is illegal for the Good Samaritan.

I followed behind until we came to a deserted alley.

When Catherine saw the two men enter the alley, a thought struck her. She knew her chance had come; this was the best place to make her move.

Sure enough, she had just approached and hadn't even entered the alley when she heard a scream.

Catherine pushed off with her toes and sprinted toward the alley.

But what she saw made her freeze in place.

A white male was lying on the ground, while the pink-haired woman kept raising her foot to stomp on him.

"Pervert! Die!"

Is that correct?

"Stop! If you go any further, he'll die!" Catherine quickly stopped her.

At the same time, he was also quickly approaching, taking advantage of the gaps to sized up the girl.

She noticed that the girl was quite pretty, but for some reason her clothes were a bit messy and she had no makeup on her face, making her look like a homeless person.

In the United States, women are expected to dress up before going out; it's part of their social interactions.

Even she was no exception, although she had only applied lipstick and a little powder.

When Lux heard someone shout to stop her, she froze for a moment, her Converse shoes hanging in mid-air.

Just now, she used her system to scan the nearby trash.

After living here for these days, she has upgraded her skills.

The garbage sensing technology has been upgraded to a range of 200 meters and can classify items.

In addition, she also redeemed fighting skills because she found that things on the street were different from what she experienced in her apartment.

In the apartment, she only needed to be careful of burglaries and robberies; on the street, she needed to be careful about everything.

There was even an attack outside his cardboard box yesterday.

A resident of West 96th Street was walking his dog when a drunk homeless man stabbed him in the throat with a bottle.

This served as a wake-up call for Lux, and she quickly switched to an apprentice-level fighting style today, which unexpectedly proved useful very soon.

"Hello." Lux tidied her messy hair and greeted them with an awkward smile.

At the same time, try to explain what the current situation is.

"No need to explain, I know." Catherine suppressed her surprise.

She glanced at her and noticed that Lux had no muscles at all, meaning she had never trained. How could she take down such a strong man?