Life in North America, you call this an autopsy officer?!

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Balazs was now somewhat unable to step down.

The two founders beside him appropriately provided him with a way out.

The richest, Josh White, said, "Contact several private research institutions in Los Angeles, and, additionally, let’s all the families and consortiums within the organization chip in, gathering over ten thousand prisoners should not be a problem..."

Beside him, Malven Wittgenstein, who controlled the largest political power in the greater Los Angeles urban area, nodded, "Additionally, we need to change some policies, like those concerning the survival of the homeless, some treaties on illegal workers, and some economic fluctuations. Appropriate pressure will aid us in obtaining sufficient materials more easily and, incidentally, clear out some unstable elements, maintaining the peace in the greater Los Angeles area..."

This one directly shifted the topic, suggesting direct impacts on the economic fluctuations of the greater Los Angeles urban area, inducing survival pressure, then reaping another wave of benefitting groups and homeless groups.

With pressure, more violence and crime would easily breed...

With violence and crime, the people controlling the region, to secure a sufficiently safe living environment and public order, would be willing to pay high taxes without affecting their approval rating.

...

While these big shots were discussing how to reap more materials,

Brian was also harvesting his own "crops."

He looked down at the Saint under his feet, who was looking back at him, as if he was looking at a tiny ant: "Saint, you take all living beings as your food, slaughtering at will, do you know your sins?"

The Saint looked up at the giant face above, the benevolent face of the Buddha gradually twisting: