Getting the Card

"Saitama."

"What is it?"

"Hold this box."

"Oh!"

Saitama casually took the money-filled box.

"Wait, let me hold it."

"Oh!" Saitama handed the box back to Skye.

"Wait, I think it's better if you hold the box."

"Okay."

"No, I still think I should hold it. Your attitude is too casual."

"Uh."

"No, what if someone tries to rob us? You should hold it."

Saitama scratched his head. In such a short time, Skye had changed her mind several times, first asking Saitama to hold it, then wanting to hold it herself. Saitama found it quite speechless. Although he knew money was very important, yes, money was very important, Skye's reaction seemed a bit excessive.

Saitama, however, seemed to have forgotten that just yesterday, when Skye gave him money to buy McDonald's, his expression wasn't much better than Skye's now.

"Forget it, let's just deposit it in the bank. After all, keeping so much money at home doesn't feel safe, especially since the security in our neighborhood isn't very good. Perhaps we could move somewhere else, since we have so much money." Skye was still a bit excited. "What do you think, Saitama?"

"Uh, move?" Saitama blinked.

"Saitama, do you have some kind of idea about me?"

"Huh?"

"Otherwise, why would you say we should move? You know, the previous house was just a one-bedroom. I originally planned to live alone. Now that you're here, we need at least a two-bedroom. Or are you actually planning to share a room with me?" Skye was in a good mood and spoke a little more provocatively. However, after saying that, she realized it and blushed slightly.

But this was America, and Skye had grown up here. She wasn't so resistant to sex. So, although she blushed a little, she wasn't overly shy.

"Huh?" Saitama's eyes widened in surprise.

"What's with that reaction? Or do you think I'm terrible?" Skye glared at Saitama.

"Uh, no. It's just that I never thought about what you said."

They had originally planned to go straight home, but they ended up taking a detour to the bank. A box full of money, tens of thousands of dollars. Skye felt that if she really kept so much money at home, she wouldn't be able to sleep at night. It was safer to keep it in the bank.

"Where are we going?"

"Of course, I'm going to get you a Green Card. I don't want you to be arrested and deported by immigration one day, or sent to a mental hospital. With a Green Card, at least you won't have to worry about these problems."

As for getting a Green Card, although Skye had never done it before, she was a hacker after all. In a world with advanced networks, it was relatively easy and simple for a hacker to find out things. Before this, Skye had already found several channels. They were channels where you could get a Green Card as long as you paid money. Of course, they weren't exactly legitimate.

Saitama followed Skye, constantly ducking into alleys. The further they went, the more secluded it became. From time to time, Saitama and Skye would see people who looked like thugs in these alleys. However, those people just stared at them and didn't make any other moves.

Even so, Skye felt uncomfortable and scared. If Saitama hadn't been behind her, she would have fled long ago.

"I kind of regret coming here," Skye said softly.

"Why?"

"Idiot, of course it's dangerous here. At least, at least we should have bought two guns for self-defense." Skye rolled her eyes and said impatiently. However, as soon as Saitama spoke, Skye became less scared, as if Saitama himself brought a sense of security.

"Dangerous? Are there monsters?" Saitama looked around.

"Monsters? Saitama, you, forget it."

Talking in low voices with Saitama, Skye became more and more relaxed. Even when she occasionally saw one or two people with a somewhat ill-intentioned look in their eyes, she was no longer afraid. Of course, there was still a little worry.

Secluded, with a seemingly dilapidated door, and even some dirty liquid on the door. Skye frowned slightly, but still knocked.

"Who are you looking for?"

"We need a Green Card!"

Not long after Skye answered, the door opened, and a slightly overweight white man, about thirty or forty years old, poked his head out.

He looked Skye and Saitama up and down a few times, and with a creak, the door opened: "Come in!"

Skye looked at Saitama, then followed him through the door.

After entering, it was a rather oppressive room, filled with various items, like walking into a scrap yard. Of course, it was slightly better than a scrap yard, without such a strong odor. The dim lighting gave one the illusion of being on a horror movie set.

Click!

Skye's body froze. A gun barrel was pointed at her head. Saitama had the same treatment.

The middle-aged white man held a gun in each hand, pointing them at Saitama and Skye's heads respectively. At the same time, a sinister smile appeared on his face: "Hahaha, today is truly a lucky day. I didn't expect two fat sheep to deliver themselves to my doorstep."

"You, what do you want? We just came to get a Green Card." Skye swallowed hard, her eyes filled with panic.

"I know, of course. I don't know where you got the information, but you two are so bold, coming here without understanding anything, especially a woman, a yellow-skinned monkey. Hahaha. Now, hand over all the money you have." The middle-aged white man's eyes were filled with greed. When he looked at Skye, a hint of desire flashed in his eyes.

"You--"

Bang!

Before Skye could speak, the middle-aged white man flew backward, his body crashing into the wall and creating a hole in it. He was buried in a pile of garbage, with only his two feet sticking out, and only one foot wearing a slipper.