I searched and fought in America.

"I already have a plan in mind regarding earning US dollars. Come here, all of you."

Without wasting any words, Rosen pulled out his black mission phone and waved to the crowd.

Curious, the crowd gathered around.

"Look, everyone, this is the 'Hell's Thorn' platform, an underground network that specializes in posting job openings."

We can take on tasks within it, and upon completion, we can earn a substantial sum of US dollars.

Upon hearing this, a look of realization flashed in everyone's eyes. So this was the way to make money that the Holy Father had been talking about.

"This is the task I chose."

Rosen swiped his finger to bring up a bounty screen, and everyone looked over at it.

[Task Title: Find a Lost Document in the Sewer Pipes]

[Task Difficulty: ★★★★★★ (Six Stars)]

[Reward for the task: US$500000]

Upon seeing that string of zeros, everyone exclaimed "Wow!" Five hundred thousand US dollars—this was an astronomical figure for the Iron Claw Gang at the moment, enough to instantly fill the factory's funding gap and even have a surplus.

However, they didn't know that only 40% of the $50 would actually reach them.

Rosen pointed at the screen and said in a deep voice, "Let me tell you the specific information about this mission."

In 2015, one of the employer's associates, carrying a very important physical ledger, escaped into Texas's underground sewer system while being pursued.

Eight years have passed, and the man's whereabouts remain unknown; not even his remains have been found.

So the employer wants us to find the ledger in the waterproof briefcase this person was carrying.

"What? This is way too difficult!"

One of God's Iron Guards, who was quite skilled in tracking, couldn't help but frown and say,

"Eight years have passed, the body has long since decomposed, and Texas's sewer system is as vast as a maze."

Not only was it filthy and messy, but it had also fallen into disrepair over the years; finding a bag there was like looking for a needle in a haystack.

"Yes, Father," another member added. "This task has been sitting there for two years without anyone taking it, which means that many people have tried and failed. It's practically an impossible task."

Rosen remained calm and said indifferently, "Indeed, this is a dead end, but I have my reasons for accepting this mission."

First, according to intelligence, that person is definitely dead, because he was equipped with a tracking system. Three days after he entered the sewers, the tracking signal remained stationary in a certain area for half a month until the battery died.

At this point, Rosen paused, his gaze sweeping across everyone's faces, his tone suddenly becoming sacred and solemn:

"Secondly, and most importantly, the reason I took on this task is because I received God's will."

"God's will?"

Upon hearing this, everyone looked at each other, momentarily stunned.

"That's right." Rosen remained expressionless; in fact, his eyes even held a hint of reverence.

"As I was browsing the task list, when my finger slid over this one, I could clearly feel God whispering in my ear, telling me, 'Choose this one, it's for you.'"

Rosen's expression was resolute, and his acting was just as genuine.

In the past, everyone would have thought he was crazy, but after last night's miracle of "turning waste oil into gold," these words carry a completely different weight.

"Since it was chosen by God, there must be something wondrous about this mission!"

"That's right! Since God guided the Father, it means that the package must be waiting for us there!"

Everyone present, including the aloof Wang Ling, nodded, their doubts vanishing instantly, replaced by blind trust.

Perhaps this is simply unbelievable to a materialist fighter. They knew nothing about the situation, yet they blindly believed in something just because of a divine will.

However, in the United States, God is the supreme deity, and countless fanatics will be willing to die for someone like Rosen who can perform miracles!

Moreover, it's not the kind of loyalty that might be fickle, it's the kind of absolute, unwavering loyalty.

In China, having even one truly loyal follower is incredibly rare. Even for a powerful figure like Liu Bei, could he truly have more than five loyal followers?

This is a paradise for charlatans!

Only Cade glanced at Rosen with a look of astonishment, almost biting the toothpick in his mouth off.

This kid is really good at conning people.

Rosen ignored Cade's gaze, glanced at the task on his phone again, and a slight smile appeared on his lips.

God?

Perhaps, if that system can be considered God.

Actually, he suddenly remembered yesterday that he seemed to have heard in his previous life that the sewers in America were a very dangerous and chaotic place. So, could he find some maps in the sewers?

So he made a special trip to the Texas sewers to take a look.

As it turned out, the system in his mind popped up a series of prompts that made his heart race.

[Finding a fixed map: Texas underground water system]

Current area exploration progress: 0%

[Note: Certain treasure chests in fixed map resources refresh every seven days; most resources cannot be claimed again after being claimed.]

Risk level: Low to High

Resource Abundance: Low - High

This was completely unexpected by Rosen!

He had indeed heard that the American sewers were an "underground world" inhabited by drug addicts, homeless people, and even fugitives, and were in complete chaos.

But to his surprise, the system identified this place as a "fixed map".

Moreover, just yesterday, when he stepped into the entrance, he found a gray treasure chest behind a pile of garbage.

He was overjoyed; it was like discovering a massive, long-term dungeon!

You should know that he opened three or four boxes in the organ factory before, but they were gone after he opened them. None of the boxes could be respawned regularly.

After that, he opened the gray treasure chest and obtained a crucial item.

[Item: Disposable Material Tracker]

[Quality: Green]

[Capacity: 10]

[Effect: Inputting a specific substance characteristic or number allows you to track the location of that item for 24 hours.]

[Value: 8000 Kazakhstani Credits]

It was because of this that he dared to accept this so-called "six-star difficulty" mission.

What is like finding a needle in a haystack for others is like finding a needle in a haystack for him, who has been given a cheat code.

Of course, that wasn't Rosen's real purpose.

He has saved up a full 27 Kazakhstani dollars, but he has no use for them yet, as many advanced functions and blueprints require different facilities.

He hasn't even found the first facility exchange yet.

He was hoping to find the [Military-Grade Encryption Chip] and [High-Energy Polymer Battery] in the unopened treasure chests during this dungeon run.

Pulling himself back to reality, Rosen looked at the fully equipped and ready-to-go group, his expression turning serious, and began to issue specific combat orders:

"Alright, this operation is no small matter. Remember to bring enough dry food, drinking water, and pistols."

Rosen turned to Caesar: "Caesar, you're strong, take a submachine gun and bring it along."

Then, he emphasized his words:

"Most importantly, everyone must wear a gas mask, as well as a knife, entrenching tool, and auxiliary tools such as ropes and grappling hooks."

Remember, the underground conditions are extremely complex; not only are there toxic gases, but many enclosed pipe sections are filled with high concentrations of methane gas.

Rosen glared at Caesar, this guy who liked to fire his gun recklessly, and warned him:

"Unless absolutely necessary, firing is strictly prohibited! Firing down there could very well blow up the entire underground pipe network, burying us all in excrement and rubble!"

"Did you understand?"

"Understood!" the crowd responded in unison, their voices loud and clear.

"Okay, go get ready, we're leaving tomorrow!"

A Failed Author's Musings 13: [About Colleagues]

Seeing my peers become legends one by one, I'm not jealous at all.

I was just thinking, when they become successful, could they give me a minor role in their books where I'm "slapped to death with one blow and don't need any lines"?

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