I searched and fought in America.

After closing the door, Rosen returned to the living room and took out a specially made black cell phone.

After powering on, it uses both fingerprint and iris recognition. Once the recognition is successful, the screen redirects to a simple internal website called "Hell's Thorn".

This is an underground platform specifically for trading intelligence. Users are roughly divided into two categories: employers who need to collect intelligence and obtain damaging information, and search dogs responsible for completing this task.

Rosen's level on this platform is 4. In recent years, he has barely managed to support his family by selling various intelligence in this gray area.

Since he was just an ordinary person with decent combat skills, his priority was survival, so he mostly took on low-difficulty missions with meager rewards.

But now, having inherited the combat power of the Delta Force's elite soldiers and possessing the system, he has enough confidence to take on more difficult missions in exchange for his first sum of money.

Moreover, since there are no red dots within the detection range of the "search, strike, and withdraw" system's small radar, we should take the initiative to attack.

Find a challenging mission that's far away; you can explore new areas to see if any new maps are generated, and earn US dollars at the same time—a win-win situation.

Rosen's fingers swiped rapidly across the screen, filtering out the spam information about catching adulterers, and his gaze quickly locked onto a newly posted task.

[Mission: Gather internal secrets of the Fang Gang]

[Level: 5]

Compensation: US$20

Upon seeing the words "Fang Gang," Rosen's lips curled into a slight smile; these guys were indeed old acquaintances of his.

With his current authority, he can only accept level 5 missions at most, and this mission is the most rewarding one of its kind, even bordering on level 6.

So without hesitation, he chose to accept the offer.

The platform also simultaneously pushed over the employer's encrypted contact information.

Rosen dialed the number, and everything on the screen was encrypted.

After the call connected, a processed, mechanical voice came from the loudspeaker:

"So you're the hunting dog who took on this mission?"

"It's me," Rosen said succinctly.

"I've seen your resume." The other person's tone carried a hint of suspicion.

"You're just a level four search hound with a mediocre track record. This mission is far more risky than you imagine. Are you sure you can handle it?"

"If I die on the mission, you don't need to pay a single penny, but I dare to take it because I'm confident I can handle this level of investigation. Tell me directly what information you have and what you need me to do," Rosen said calmly.

The other party was silent for a few seconds before speaking:

"The Fang Gang operates an underground human organ factory in the Neil community."

"I need you to infiltrate the factory and get its original paper ledgers. If you can also take out their manager, Leonard, I'll give you extra money—a very large sum."

Immediately afterwards, a string of encrypted coordinates and information about the factory guards were sent to Rosen's phone.

Rosen frowned slightly as he looked at the intelligence sent to his phone: tight security, a closed location, a secluded corner.

No wonder they offered a huge reward of $20 to infiltrate their headquarters, obtain their core confidential ledger, and kill their executive Leonard. It's like pulling teeth from a tiger's mouth!

"make a deal."

After hanging up the phone, Rosen looked at the map coordinates on the screen.

The Neil community is more than 20 kilometers away from here, and it is also a no-man's-land with a security situation comparable to theirs.

He typed "NieR Community" into the search bar, ready to see if there were any other tasks he could handle.

Just then, a level 3 mission caught his attention.

[Mission: Investigate the negative aspects of Pastor Mair at Zion Chapel]

[Level: Three]

Compensation: $10000

[Duration: None]

Upon seeing this number, Rosen raised an eyebrow.

According to market rates, the reward for a Level 3 investigation into personal misconduct is usually around $2000, but the reward for this task is five times higher.

Looking at the release time, it was three days ago.

There's plenty of money and few problems, but it's been up for three days and no one has solved it yet. There's definitely something fishy going on here!

My finger slid down a little, and right below this task, there was another new task that had just been released.

[Mission: Investigate why the Overwatch Gang is harassing Pastor Mair]

[Level: Three]

Compensation: US$5000

Same location, same target, but one is investigating dirt on him, while the other is investigating the thugs harassing him. Moreover, the Fang Gang is an old acquaintance of his.

That's interesting.

Without hesitation, Rosen accepted the second task of investigating the Fang Gang. Then he opened the messaging app, found a gray-black cat avatar, and sent a message.

Rosen: "What are the pitfalls of that $10,000 quest from the Zion Cathedral clerk? Could it be life-threatening?"

The other party replied very quickly, almost instantly.

Old S: "There's no pitfall, and it doesn't endanger your life."

Rosen: "Then why has it been hanging for so long?"

Old S: "500 dollars."

Rosen pursed his lips, closed the chat window, and put his phone back in his pocket.

Five hundred dollars? Why don't you just rob someone?

Since it's not life-threatening, there's nothing to hesitate about.

He pointed his finger and accepted the task of investigating Pastor Meyer as well.

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Zion Chapel is located in Houston’s East Side, a typical no-man’s-land community with Black, Latino, and some poor white people.

The streets were littered with trash, the walls were covered with gang symbols, and gunshots could be heard from time to time in the distance.

But that's not Rosen's main concern; after all, there are very few places in America that aren't like that.

He discovered that on the right side of this chaotic neighborhood, there was a small church called Zion Chapel, which was quite quiet and not many gang members came here.

Rosen straightened his dirty, patched clothes. These were his specially prepared work clothes. Often, when he was gathering intelligence, wearing new clothes would be too conspicuous and might attract robbery, causing a lot of unnecessary trouble.

He walked around the church; it was old but very clean.

There were no barbed wire fences here, and no glaring graffiti on the walls, as if those lawless graffiti artists would consciously detour here.

Many people were coming and going from the church. Although most of them looked pale and tired, their eyes had less numbness and more of a rare peace.

Rosen stopped and looked at the church entrance.

There was a long table set up there, and a Black man in a priest's robe was distributing sandwiches and old clothes to the residents who were queuing up.

The line to collect supplies was long, but orderly; no one cut in line or fought over it.

Some of the poorly dressed people even took out a few coins from their pockets and put them into the donation box next to them after receiving the items.

This scene is so beautiful it doesn't seem like Texas at all.