Cthulhu America, I can see the kill line.

Please play this game with your own skills.

Kong Jiu stared at the sentence, his gaze lingering on it for a long time.

A month ago, he was a body skewer worker who stitched up wounds and harvested organs at a small clinic.

For the past month, relying on his magical eyes that could see the kill line, he has been sending fresh corpses to the laboratory, and his account has accumulated a fortune of over a million.

Each adventure and perilous situation significantly increased the strength, agility, and especially intelligence displayed on the system panel.

But have I really put in any effort, or shed even a single drop of sweat?

No.

He was very busy, rushing between countless life and death, watching the remains of those who had lost their lives, enduring both moral and physical torment, with no opportunity to improve his own strength.

He received help from many people: Neos, Li Yingying, Arthur, but he never relied on himself.

As a burly man standing 1.9 meters tall, Kong Jiu had thick arms and a lithe gait, but this was only in front of ordinary people.

In this mysterious subspace, even the undead priest who was instantly killed by Mina possessed a strength of 9 and an agility of 7.

If it weren't for the "concept" of "+5 to all attributes", Kong Jiu's physique would almost be considered thin.

However, his slightly superior intelligence was completely useless because he couldn't even cast a proper spell.

The reconnaissance system did help him avoid a lot of trouble, but right now, he had to face Mina—that bloodline with an intelligence of 20 points, half of which was reflected in strength and agility—and take the emblem from her by force.

is it possible?

Kong Jiu looked down at his translucent body and the faintly visible passageway in his arm.

He had unknowingly walked into a dead end by relying solely on the strength of others.

Kong Jiu's heart grew colder and colder, and his face gradually turned ugly.

"Hey young man, you seem a bit distracted?"

Father Urban keenly sensed Kong Jiu's dilemma and waved his hand kindly.

"Feeling defeated by Mina? It's okay, most of our Red Team members have been sent back by Mina in no time."

"No, it's not entirely Mina's fault," Kong Jiu shook his head with a wry smile. "I've realized that I've been taking shortcuts all along, thinking I was finding a way out, but it turned out I've ended up taking a longer route."

Kong Jiu pressed his thumb against the bridge of his nose with a bitter expression—even though his current state made it seem as if his finger was piercing right into his head.

He joked, "If only I had taken some time to practice my spells and improve my circuitry, I might have managed to beat Mina."

"Defeat Mina?" Urban raised his eyebrows. "That won't be easy. You could try asking ICE agents; they might have a way."

"ICE?" Kong Jiu was taken aback.

ICE, the Immigration and Customs Enforcement agency, those ruthless agents who wield batons to drive the poor and undocumented into downtown areas or shoot them on the spot, are a shadow in the hearts of all non-white people across the United States.

Although Hills is a blue state that promotes inclusivity and diversity and does not welcome ICE,

However, since that president, who claimed to be omniscient and omnipotent, took office, the situation of illegal immigrants in various places has indeed become much more difficult.

"Does the Customs Enforcement Bureau have such a long reach? Does it even consider beings outside the boundaries of subspace as illegal immigrants?" Kong Jiu asked in surprise.

"Customs?" Father Urban frowned. "Is the Enforcement Bureau of Incantation and the Holy Grail called Customs in this day and age?"

The Magic and Holy Grail Enforcement Bureau?

What?

What kind of organization is that?

Kong Jiu opened his mouth, speechless with shock.

"Did I say something wrong?" Urban asked, seeing Kong Jiu's astonished expression.

"No, it's just that I'm ignorant." Kong Jiu waved his hand, indicating that the other party didn't need to worry about it.

"Oh, I see, young man. You're a civilian, you've never heard of ICE agents, right?"

Urban looked enlightened and stood up, pointing to the bar in the corner of the lounge area.

"Look, that Miss Yan sitting over there is an ICE agent. If you want to deal with Mina, why don't you go and talk to her?"

Following the priest's finger, Kong Jiu saw a figure wearing a dark green trench coat with a collar so high it almost covered his head, sitting at the bar.

"Thank you, Father."

Kong Jiu stood up and walked towards the man.

In those few short steps, countless ideas for striking up a conversation flashed through Kong Jiu's mind.

"Thank you, Father."

Kong Jiu got up and walked towards the man.

In the short distance, countless words and speculations flashed through Kong Jiu's mind.

The Magic and Holy Grail Enforcement Bureau? What exactly is that?

It sounds like some kind of "Gestapo" or "secret police" entity.

If ICE can execute illegal immigrants at will in reality, wouldn't the ICE on the mysterious side be even more powerful?

What if the other side discovers that you are trying to undermine the Iron Curtain elsewhere, and decides to take matters into their own hands and execute you without prior authorization, handcuffing you directly?

Kong Jiu's steps involuntarily revealed a hint of timidity, and he stopped walking.

But the man seemed to sense someone approaching, and slowly turned around to face Kong Jiu.

Their eyes met at that moment.

No, it's not even a matter of sight.

There was no head beneath, or rather on, that trench coat.

Only a few wisps of faces, hazy like light smoke, drifted out from the cuffs of the trench coat.

Although her face was just a wisp of smoke, the rise and fall of her chest, shoulders and waistline still revealed that she was a woman.

"Looking for me?"

The lips formed of smoke moved slightly, and the non-existent eyes seemed to be sizing up Kong Jiu.

"Uh, hello, my name is Kong Jiu, and I'm a newcomer brought by Viper."

Kong Jiu, feeling somewhat guilty, sat down at the bar, one seat away.

As he sat down, he noticed that beneath the trench coat, the smoky woman was wearing a pure black uniform, with a name tag on the chest that read:

Betty Thorpe, ICE Evoking Department.

Betty scrutinized the Asian woman—though her head was practically nothing more than wisps of smoke, Kong Jiu could feel her unwavering gaze.

"Um... Miss Betty, is there anything about me that you've been staring at?"

Kong Luan awkwardly rubbed her two fingers together, trying her best to hide her discomfort.

"Yes," the smoke trembled slightly, "I can't tell if you're a ghost or a living person."

Kong Jiu quickly recounted how Viper had brought him here.

"Viper? Someone from Master Li's faction?"

The tone, tinged with sarcasm through the smoke, was: "If that girl who always likes to play detective games in the Midtown area were willing to follow ICE's orders, the Red Team would have already taken control of the Undertown's Soul Harvest."

The woman, shrouded in smoke, glanced at Kong Jiu a few more times, her tone now noticeably more interrogative: "So, you're also part of Master Li's faction?"

“I do not represent any faction,” Kong Jiu shook his head. “I have only one purpose: to defeat Mina and take away her tribal emblem.”

"Another one after Mina?"

Betty seemed intrigued by Mina's name.

"That female bat is not easy to deal with. She's not afraid of silver crosses, holy water, ultraviolet rays, or garlic. The Spirit Summoning Department has recruited dozens of priest spirits, but none of them can subdue her."

Betty pulled out a few photos from inside her trench coat.

Kong Jiu then noticed that the other person was wearing leather gloves and high leather boots, with not an inch of skin exposed on his body.

Is her entire body made of smoke?

Before he could think about it, his attention was drawn to the photo.

Pale, bloodless corpses, with two tiny holes in their necks and unfocused pupils, lay against a backdrop that appeared to be beds.

"In the past two years, there have been several cases in Xinxiang suspected of being committed by people of bloodline. We have suspected Mina for a long time, but she has never shown any flaws."

Betty tapped the photograph with her finger and lifted her smoky face toward Kongjiu.

"But Viperi was convinced that this wasn't Mina's doing, and she insisted on becoming a detective to find out the 'other bloodline' in her heart that only existed in Xinxiang."

"The police in the real world, and the spirits of the dead, can't do anything about Mina. Why should we believe you can?"

Kong Jiu remained silent for a moment, then slowly raised his hand and opened his palm.

The blood-red bottle-shaped emblem quietly appeared before Betty's eyes.

"Is this clan emblem, imbued with blood magic, enough?"