Cthulhu America, I can see the kill line.

Sean Chad hummed an off-key nursery rhyme as he skipped and hopped home from school.

He is 4 years old this year, which is the age when he just started kindergarten.

President Amerigo, the "omniscient, omnipotent, and omnipotent king," once publicly declared:

"Children should find their own path in life and follow a joyful education approach, rather than being bound by exam-oriented education!"

Therefore, tuition subsidies were eliminated across the United States, but student loans were retained.

Without subsidies, attending kindergarten for preschool education has become a luxury.

Fortunately, young Chad had a godfather from the East who generously provided him with a formal preschool education.

He was very fond of this Eastern godfather.

The opportunity to get to know this godfather stemmed from a persistent high fever.

The hospital prescribed a bunch of painkillers, but not a fever reducer.

He was delirious from the fever, and his grandfather was so worried that he kept crying.

Having exhausted all other options, Grandpa called over an Asian neighbor who was said to be a medical student.

The man pulled out what he claimed to be antibiotics, and after taking two pills, Chad's fever subsided the next day.

From then on, Grandpa made Chad recognize him as his godfather.

My godfather cares about me a lot and will take me to school when he has time, while my grandfather is responsible for picking me up from school.

But today, my grandfather, who was supposed to pick me up from school, was late.

Little Chad waited at the kindergarten for a full hour, the setting sun casting long, thin shadows as the classroom gradually emptied.

Having waited in vain, little Chad did what he considered the bravest thing for a four-year-old.

He wants to go home by himself!

Bypassing the bearded gatekeeper and the kindergarten teacher who was sighing and flipping through the ledger, little Chad sneaked out of the kindergarten through the back door.

The streets in midtown Hills are not rugged; just walk straight and you'll find the way to the Carnation neighborhood.

There, were his grandparents and that burly, but soft-spoken, and perpetually dark-eyed godfather from the East!

How long have I been walking?

Five minutes, ten minutes?

Chad Jr. was not flustered.

Every day when his grandfather picks him up from school, he carefully counts the trees and shops around him to judge the distance between the kindergarten and his home.

This is a bakery, usually filled with the enticing aroma of butter, but for some reason, it's closed on Christmas Eve.

This is a clothing store. Behind the floor-to-ceiling glass windows, adorned with festive ribbons, were many colorful dresses. Now, however, it's surrounded by cardboard, and not a single thread can be seen.

This is a potion shop! It smells like rotten candy, with a sweet, stinky foot odor.

Grandpa and Godfather both seemed to hate this place, and Grandpa always told himself, "Never touch this stuff in your entire life."

Almost there, almost there!

After passing the alley next to the additive store, turn left and keep walking until you see Grandpa standing guard at the security booth!

Little Chad quickened his pace and turned the corner of the alley.

A familiar face suddenly came into view, making those childlike eyes light up.

"Daddy, what are you doing here!"

Seeing the tired face of Godfather Congo, young Chad cheered with joy.

Kong Jiu's expression changed drastically, and he quickly made a gesture to shut up.

He picked up little Chad and put him on the back of the bicycle.

Damn it!

The system detected that the psychic with an intelligence level of 10 was in this alley, less than 15 meters away from them!

Chad's shout must have caught the attention of that psychic!

No, we have to get out of here right now!

Kong Jiu jumped onto the seat, turned the car around, and pedaled hard, taking the bewildered-looking Chad with him towards the Carnation Community.

Strange, is little Chad really that heavy?

Kong Jiu pedaled hard, but the bicycle seemed to be pressed down by gravity and did not move at all.

The highly tense Kong Jiu did not notice at all that the bicycle was lifted two or three centimeters by an invisible force, and the two wheels were spinning wildly in the air.

"Creak—"

The door to the nearby additive store was pushed open.

A drug addict with disheveled hair and needles stuck in his hands more than a sieve pushed open the half-closed door and came out.

He slightly raised his hand, loosely clenching it into a fist, his eyes slightly shining.

It really does glow; when using psionic energy, there's a faint blue light at the corner of its eye!

Another psionicist?

Kong Jiu's heart sank.

He was too focused on the threatening psyker highlighted in the reconnaissance system.

But they didn't notice that there was also a weakling psionic thug here!

The drug addict who came out of the booster store had a crooked smile on his face and looked like a scoundrel.

He made a grasping motion with one hand, using his spiritual power to freeze Kong Jiu's bicycle in place. With his other hand, he brandished the dagger, it seeming ready to be brandished.

"Hey bro, wanna lend you some money?"

He used his psychic powers to hold down the bicycle with one hand, while playing with the weapon in the other.

Kong Jiu secretly realized something was wrong.

In the past, if he encountered a petty thug who only carried a small knife and knew some low-level spiritual energy, Kong Jiu would have gotten out of the car to show this drug addict what the way of etiquette in the land of Confucius and Mencius was all about.

But not now.

The young tutor was in the back seat, while in the alley not far away, there was a high-threat figure with an intelligence level of 10!

Who would waste time on a nobody at a time like this?

Kong Jiu decisively took out his wallet and threw out two bright green banknotes.

"Merry Christmas! That's enough to buy a dozen boosters. The extra money is on me, so I'll treat you to a turkey."

Since taking the job of piecing together corpses that the professor introduced him to, he has made a lot of money and even opened a small restaurant, so he is not short of money.

He understood the principle of "spending money to avoid disaster" better than anyone.

He couldn't wait to leave this troublesome place!

Kong Jiu's quick payment left the robber, who still had one foot in the enhancer pharmacy, somewhat bewildered.

"Hey buddy, are you Santa Claus?"

He cheered as he took the two hundred-yuan bills and prepared to turn around and walk back to the pharmacy.

At the same time, the psionic suppression loosened.

Kong Jiu felt the bicycle he was holding sink slightly downwards.

He hurriedly jumped back into the car, preparing to drive away from this troublesome place.

But at that moment, a blue light suddenly burst forth between the drug addict and Kong Jiu.

[Intelligence 10, Psionicist.]

Kong Jiu shuddered at the sight of the label.

The high-threat unit crouching in the alley activated some kind of psionic power and teleported between the two.

This man was dressed slovenly and looked like a homeless person, just like the kind of person Kong Jiu usually dissected.

However, the label he wore on his head and the enormous blue light that flashed just now unmistakably demonstrated his undeniable psionic power.

The psionic addict, naturally more sensitive to psionic energy, immediately stopped and turned around.

The disheveled, homeless man didn't say a word. He raised his hand and grabbed the drug addict's face with his five fingers.

"I hate enhancers!"

The homeless man squeezed out the words through clenched teeth, his eyes flashing with blue light.

"Pfft—"

The addict's head, like a ripe watermelon, was gently flicked by a beam of blue light, exploding into steaming white brain matter that splattered onto the GG sign of the booster shop.

Kong Jiu was already numb to such bloody scenes, but he still hurriedly covered little Chad's eyes.

Clang.

The headless drug addict slumped to his knees, while the two banknotes, barely warm, were enveloped in a layer of eerie blue light and slowly rose.

The high-level psionicist, who looked like a homeless person, slowly turned his head and looked at Kong Jiu.

"friend,"

His voice was hoarse, like sandpaper scraping, "Your money."

Two banknotes glowing with blue light floated up in front of Kong Jiu.

Kong Jiu's Adam's apple bobbed, and he tremblingly reached out his hand, about to take the money.

boom!

The moment his hand touched the two banknotes, a round, bloody hole appeared between the brows of the homeless man.

Gunshot!

It was gunfire!

Kong Jiu knew without turning around that he had called the police in advance and the police had arrived at the scene!

The homeless man's pupils trembled, and his gaze fixed on Kong Jiu.

A bright blue light shone, and a powerful surge of spiritual energy poured into Kong Jiu's brain.

Then, he swayed twice and fell down.

But Kong Jiu wasn't much better off.

As the blue light entered his brow, countless strange pieces of knowledge floated in his mind, stirring up a storm of lightning and thunder in the ocean of thoughts and reason.

He felt a splitting headache, his eyes were white, and a few cotton-like white lines were dancing in his eyes.

"Little Chad, close your eyes... Don't open them without my permission!"

Kong Jiu was kneeling on the ground with a headache, but before the excruciating pain took his consciousness away, he shouted to Little Chad.

The snow began to fall.

The police officers, their guns still steaming, rushed over and took control of the scene.

Finally, seeing the police take over Chad Jr., Conju also staggered and collapsed.