I searched and fought in America.

After speaking with Old White, Rosen didn't rush to leave. Instead, he put his hands in his pockets and wandered around aimlessly.

He discreetly scanned the area around the camp, and with the help of the dim light and his sharp eyesight, he soon spotted an inconspicuous gray treasure chest next to a stone slab piled with abandoned pipes.

Rosen was overjoyed and moved closer discreetly, using his body as cover to quickly place his hand on the treasure chest.

[Opening the treasure chest...]

As the loading bar finished, a green light appeared that only he could see.

Congratulations on winning: Powerful Hydraulic Wall Breaker (Excellent)

[Description: Originally a heavy tool used on construction sites to demolish load-bearing structures, this tool has been modified to break through even concrete walls several tens of centimeters thick in a short time.]

It's a good thing! He had obtained a similar item before when he was in the organ factory. This kind of practical tool can often be surprisingly effective in complex terrain.

Just as Rosen put the items into his system inventory, a tall, muscular black man suddenly appeared in front of him. The man's eyes were wary as he coldly said, "New guy, the manager wants to see you."

Almost simultaneously, a system notification sounded in Rosen's mind:

[Hint: You have obtained a lead on a key figure at the Ronnie Community homeless camp.]

Rosen's eyes flickered slightly; it seemed that his conversation with old White had caught the attention of the camp's administrators.

He nodded and said calmly, "Lead the way."

The two walked one after the other toward the largest military tent in the middle of the camp.

However, halfway there, the burly black man in front of him suddenly stopped and turned around. He found that Rosen was squatting on the ground, his palm slightly raised as if grasping at the air, his whole body frozen in place, as if he were performing a pantomime.

"Hey! What are you doing?" the burly black man asked, frowning, one hand already reaching for his waist.

A few seconds later, Rosen finally reacted, quickly put away the item he had just acquired, stood up nonchalantly, and dusted off his hands: "Oh, it's nothing, it's nothing. My shoelaces were just loose. I was just checking if the moss on the ground is edible."

The burly black man: "..."

He looked at Rosen as if he were crazy, said nothing more, and turned to continue leading the way.

Rosen followed behind, a barely perceptible smile playing on his lips. This newly acquired item was quite useful; he could already think of many ways to use it.

Soon, Rosen was led into the largest tent.

The tent was simply furnished with a folding table, a few chairs, and a simple cot.

Sitting behind the table was a burly middle-aged Black man with sharp eyes. Unlike the numbness of the homeless people outside, his eyes revealed a shrewdness and ruthlessness.

"Sit down." The leader gestured to the chair opposite him.

Rosen didn't stand on ceremony and sat down generously.

The leader looked Rosen up and down, then got straight to the point: "I was in the shadows not far away when you were asking Old White for information, so I heard everything."

Rosen raised an eyebrow, remaining silent and waiting for the other party to continue.

"I don't like beating around the bush." ​​The leader leaned forward, crossed his hands on the table, and stared into Rosen's eyes.

"Although your clothes are covered in mud, I can tell that you don't look like a homeless person with nowhere to go. Moreover, the questions you asked were too specific and too targeted. My intuition tells me that you don't want to stay here permanently, but rather that you're here to gather intelligence."

The leader's voice turned cold. "Speak, who exactly are you? What do you want? If you're a policeman or a gang spy, I'll have you thrown into the crocodile pit right now."

Faced with the questioning, Rosen did not panic. To be honest, he was 100% confident that he could put a gun to the other man's head within 3 seconds. Besides, he was not alone. Could the entire camp defeat them?

"Since you've figured it out, I'll just say it directly."

Rosen shrugged, his tone becoming more relaxed, and he no longer hid anything, "I'm not a homeless person. I'm an intelligence broker who works in the underworld, and also a mercenary who gets paid to do things."

I've taken on a big job related to the sewers; it requires me to traverse this area and search deeper down to find something.

Upon hearing the words "mercenary" and "mission," the hostility in the leader's eyes subsided slightly, replaced by a thoughtful expression.

He was silent for a moment, tapping his fingers lightly on the table, as if making a difficult decision.

Suddenly, he looked up, a glimmer of hope in his eyes, and said to Rosen, "Since you're here for a mission, could you... take one of my missions too?"

"Oh?" Rosen became interested. "Tell me about it."

The leader took a deep breath, his voice trembling slightly: "My son, just three days ago, went with some people to explore other sewer pipes in search of supplies, and then... he disappeared. He's near that branch pipe on the right. If you can find my son, alive or dead... I can give you $5000."

As he spoke, he pulled a wad of crumpled banknotes from a metal box under the table. It was a pile of bills mixed with small change. He counted them, then breathed a sigh of relief. Enough, enough for $5000.

This was all he had left. Unlike many Black people, he valued his offspring immensely. Now that he was in such a sorry state, he hoped his son could have a better life. But three days ago, he discovered his son was missing, and he lost him in the territory of those lunatics. He felt like the sky had fallen.

He had never seen any of the mercenaries mentioned online. When Rosen mentioned hiring mercenaries, he was momentarily surprised. Rosen did indeed have an extraordinary demeanor, which made him think the same thing.

Just then, the familiar system notification sounded in Rosen's ear:

[Side Quest Triggered: Find the Chief's Son]

[Mission Description: The son of the Wanderer's Camp chief has gone missing while exploring the right-hand branch pipe, and his fate is unknown. Please go and search for him.]

[Task Rewards:]

1. US$5000 (in cash)

2. 30000 Kazakhstani rupees

3. Leader's Favorability +200 (Revered): Unlocks the camp's hidden shop and grants full assistance from the camp.

[Mission Penalty: Failure or refusal of the mission will result in a -50% decrease in the leader's favorability (dislike), and you will be expelled from the camp.] [Accept?]

30000 Kazakhstani rupees!

Rosen's pupils contracted sharply. While $5000 was a lot of money, he was wondering if it was necessary. But 3 Kazakhstani dollars was a different story; it could make him recover a huge amount of money!

Moreover, the right-hand branch was exactly where they were going, so it was a convenient option.

"make a deal."

Without the slightest hesitation, Rosen reached out and grasped the leader's hand. "If possible, I will do my best to bring him back."

"Thank you... thank you! This is his photo!" The leader's hands were trembling with excitement.

After coming out of the tent, Rosen looked at the photo in his hand. It was of a fourteen or fifteen-year-old black boy. He went straight back to Wang Ling.

At this time, Caesar, Cade, and others were already waiting there.