I searched and fought in America.

The key point is that the other party's behavior doesn't seem like the tension one would expect from an infiltrator who has been caught. Moreover, Leonard does occasionally have the urge to summon a team in the middle of the night on a whim, although it's not common, it's not unprecedented.

Vincent relaxed a little and waved to his teammates, signaling them to put their guns down, but he kept his own rifle pointed at the ground in front of Rosen, remaining vigilant.

He led his team up to Rosen. Vincent scrutinized Rosen's face for a few more seconds, but still couldn't recall any specific features. He frowned and asked, "Boss, do you need ID tags at this hour? Where are the rest of your dorm members?"

"Everyone's just lying around in bed like corpses, except for me, I lost rock-paper-scissors." Rosen lowered his raised hand and casually put it back in his pocket, the movement natural, while continuing to complain, "Who knows what the boss wants to investigate? I need to finish this quickly so I can go back and catch up on my sleep."

Vincent stared at Rosen's hand as he put it back in his pocket, then at his body, which showed no unusual behavior, before finally nodding and stepping aside to let him pass. "Alright, go ahead. The office's at the end of the corridor, you know?"

"I know, thanks, bro." Rosen nodded, his face showing no particular gratitude. Instead, he seemed to think that the other party was making a fuss over nothing and wasting his time. He walked straight past Vincent and continued walking deeper into the corridor, his pace unchanged.

Vincent glanced at Rosen's arrogant back, pursed his lips, somewhat displeased with the other's attitude, but didn't dwell on it. He turned around and prepared to lead his team to continue patrolling.

Just as Rosen took a few steps and the two were about to pass each other, something suddenly flashed through Vincent's mind. He turned around abruptly and shouted in a raised voice, "Wait!"

Rosen stopped in his tracks, his shoulders stiffening almost imperceptibly for a moment, but he recovered instantly.

He turned halfway around, his impatience deepening, and asked, "What now?"

At the same time, his right hand, which was in his pocket, had firmly gripped the Glock's handle, his thumb gently flicking the safety, while his left hand slightly adjusted the angle, ready to take control of the nearest target as quickly as possible if necessary.

Vincent strode back, oblivious to the danger lurking nearby. He simply stared at Rosen and held out his hand: "You said you were collecting ID tags, for all four of you in your dorm. Have you collected them all? Show them to me."

He suddenly wanted to confirm this detail, not out of complete doubt, but more out of subconscious caution and a slight reluctance to be "offended" earlier.

Rosen relaxed slightly, but his vigilance remained undiminished. A look of "what a hassle" crossed his face as he muttered, "Fine, fine, I'll show you, I'll show you..."

As he spoke, he took out the four identity tags he had taken from the corpses from his pocket and handed them over casually.

Vincent took the cards and quickly glanced through them. There were four cards, and the information seemed fine.

He specifically picked out the one labeled "Old Wolf" and looked it up to compare it with the man in front of him, Rosen. The black man in the photo and the man in front of him did indeed look somewhat similar at first glance.

"Okay." Vincent handed the ID card back to Rosen. "Go on, don't keep the boss waiting."

"Understood." Rosen took the sign, turned around, and continued walking.

Rosen only felt a little relieved after walking far enough, turning another corner, and completely out of Vincent's team's sight.

Just now, if Vincent had insisted on checking the details carefully, or asked to verify with Leonard via walkie-talkie, he would have shot without hesitation and then used the other man's body as cover.

He made the right bet.

In the West, especially among Black people, face blindness is common; unless they are very familiar with each other, they usually don't recognize each other.

He adjusted his breathing and continued forward. The corridor was about to end when an iron door appeared on his right, with the logo of the operations manager next to it.

This is it!

Rosen took a deep breath, tiptoed, and approached the dark wooden door.

Unexpectedly, the office door was not closed tightly, but left ajar with a gap of about two fingers.

"Not here?"

Rosen frowned slightly and gave a symbolic knock on the door. When no one answered, he didn't hesitate any longer. He put his left hand on the gun handle at his waist and gently pushed open the slightly ajar door with his right hand.

The office came into view; the space was more spacious than I had imagined, and the decor was quite luxurious, with leather sofas, mahogany desks, a wine cabinet, and carpets on the floor.

However, none of these were the key points. Rosen's gaze was now focused on the wall to his left, where a leather collar and restraints, several specially made ropes, and even a few whips were hanging.

Below these items, against the wall, is a leather "sofa" with multiple supports and fixing rings.

Rosen's gaze swept over the rug next to the oddly shaped sofa, where a used rubber item lay carelessly discarded. Rosen's lips twitched slightly, and he subconsciously prepared to move away a little.

However, he soon discovered two treasure chests. One was placed directly on top of the mahogany desk, and the other was next to the custom-made sofa. The safe was inside the wall behind the desk.

You have found two treasure chests.

You have discovered a safe (special container)

Rosen first walked toward the treasure chest in the corner of the sofa, trying to avoid the "little surprise" under his feet, and then counted down for ten seconds.

pat.

The lid popped open, and a blue light appeared.

You have obtained 2 Military Bandages

You have obtained a medkit x1

You have obtained a "Strange Little Item" x1

Bandages and first-aid kits are hard currency, and Rosen quickly put them away, but when his gaze fell on the small plastic bag with a fancy pattern that was extra in his hand, the corner of his mouth twitched involuntarily.

[Item: A peculiar little gadget ("slow-release type")]

[Quality: Green]

[Capacity: 1]

[Effect: When engaging in certain pleasurable activities, using this can reduce tactile sensation by 40%, effectively extending the duration!]

[Value: 3000 Kazakhstani Credits]

[Note: Don't underestimate this little green gadget; if you find the right customer, it can be worth more than some purple items.]

"...Alright, it can be considered a form of hard currency."

Rosen scoffed speechlessly and stuffed the box of "special supplies" into his system inventory. Its existence was justified; this thing might one day be able to be exchanged for much-needed resources.

He then walked to the treasure chest on the desk and opened it as well.

The blue light flashed again.

You have obtained 1 "Strength Boosting Injection (Beginner)"

You have received a "Portable Water Purifier" x1

[Item: Strength Boosting Injection (Basic)]

[Quality: Green]

[Capacity: 10]

[Effect: Subcutaneous injection, increases basic muscle strength by approximately 10% within ten minutes. After the effect ends, the user will experience a state of weakness for approximately thirty minutes.]

[Value: 3000 Kazakhstani Credits]

[Item: Portable water purifier]

[Quality: Blue]

[Capacity: 50]

[Effect: Regardless of water quality, it can purify into drinkable pure water.]

(Details can be viewed after evacuation)

[Value: 15000 Kazakhstani Credits]

Upon seeing the description of the water purification device, Rosen's eyes lit up with surprise.

Lawson's eyes lit up when he saw the water purifier. In China, this thing would be considered useless, but in America, a bottle of mineral water is even more expensive than a can of cola.

Many water supplies and underground pipes in the United States contain lead and are heavily polluted. It is very difficult to find uncontaminated water to drink. Lawson even spends a considerable amount of money on water!

Especially in lower-class communities, clean drinking water is sometimes harder to obtain and more expensive than food, and the cost of drinking water has always been a burden for him and his Uncle Kane.

This blue-quality water purifier is undoubtedly a practical tool that solves a long-standing survival problem, and its value cannot be measured simply by the Kazakhstani denomination.

Satisfied, Rosen put away the water purifier and finally turned his gaze to the safe.