Wandering America: My kill threshold is far ahead

[Main Mission: Collect 100 aluminum cans on the streets of Los Angeles, Current Progress 0/100] Reward Value: ★

Side Quest: Earn 3x profit by reselling goods at the flea market for $50. Settlement Value: ★★☆

[Challenge Mission: Destroy a police car at the Los Angeles Police Department and successfully escape the crime scene] Reward Value: ★★★★★★★

Damn... looking at that long string of stars at the end, Ma Jie felt like cursing.

Forget about a seven-star reward, even a ten-star reward? How are you going to complete it? Unless you unlock an invisibility skill.

Based on the skills collected so far, none of them deviate from reality or exceed human limits. Otherwise, if you keep grinding, you might accidentally turn yourself into a homelander, and then you'd be playing Mount & Blade.

The side quests are a bit disgusting. If I had that kind of eye, I'd go to the flea market and become a treasure appraiser, okay? I could take down a national treasure gang with one punch and a well-fed person with one kick.

However, judging from the task description, there seems to be an opportunity to exploit a bug. If I sell the item to someone I know, as long as they pay, wouldn't that be equivalent to completing the task?

As for the main quest, it looks simple and unpretentious, but in practice, it's extremely difficult.

MaJack had previously tried solo farming, but after two days of picking up loot, he only managed to sell it for a total of $5. The input and output were completely disproportionate.

Therefore, to complete these two tasks, you can only find Jimmy, who has practiced for 3 years and is known as "Jimmy the Jar Master".

Without further ado, they went straight into the kid's tent.

What privacy can men have? Even if you walk around naked, there's nothing embarrassing about it.

Seeing his baby-like sleeping quality and considering the little time left, Ma Jieke decided to wake him up.

"Oh please, Jack, can you please leave me alone? I want to sleep a little longer. I drank too much last night and my head is throbbing."

After complaining, he turned over and continued sleeping, showing no intention of getting up.

"Okay, I just came to ask you if you want to come with me to make money like yesterday."

"Make money?" Hearing such wonderful words, the kid excitedly sat up in bed: "Two hundred dollars in a day?"

"I can't promise you that." Having firmly grasped his psychology, she played hard to get: "Because it's very possible that it will exceed $200, who knows? But since you're not feeling well, I'll ask Ethan to come with me. You can rest at home."

Hearing this, Jimmy's tone changed in fright: "No, no, no, I had a headache just now, but I'm much better now. Please don't partner with Ethan. I once worked with him to sell chewing gum to passersby on the street, but before we could sell a single piece, he ate several himself. In the end, we even lost more than ten dollars."

"Haha, you're really unlucky. Hurry up and put your clothes on, time waits for no one, brother."

Having successfully lured Jimmy out, the two left the camp and easily made their way to the subway station restroom, where they washed their faces and brushed their teeth.

Finally, take the free subway to Skid Row, the heart of the wilderness area.

Before starting the mission, you need to fill your stomach first. Following the instructions of the supplies manager Valentina, you can quickly find your way to the alley behind St. John's Church in the seventh district by searching the large map.

Because the monsters spawn in relatively remote locations, there are only a handful of players farming in the jungle.

Under a makeshift parasol, three workers wearing GG shirts were distributing supplies in an orderly manner; the shirts bore the logo of a food factory.

"Hi, it's so nice to see you again, my angel."

Upon arriving at the collection point, Jack greeted her in an exaggerated manner. Valentina, who was busy at work, raised her face and smiled sweetly, like cream and jam: "Jack, you've finally arrived. I thought you were going to stand me up."

"How could that be? It's all that kid's fault. He made me drink too much last night, which prevented me from getting up early. I've always been a very self-disciplined person."

"You think you're so self-disciplined, bro?" Jimmy countered his attempt to shift blame, saying, "If you're so self-disciplined, every homeless person in the poorest neighborhood could replace Kobe and play for the Lakers."

"You mean I've never seen Los Angeles at 4 a.m.?"

"Of course you've seen it, but others are training hard, while you haven't slept at all."

"Oh Jimmy, do you really have to strip me completely naked in front of Miss Angel?"

"You started it, I was just forced to retaliate."

Valentina couldn't stop laughing at their banter: "Alright, alright, you two handsome boys, I suggest you fill your stomachs first, then you can figure out who's right and who's wrong."

"What delicious food have you prepared today?" Jimmy asked curiously, looking at the food piled up in the supermarket shopping cart, which seemed to be a large collection of snacks from a certain brand.

Without a doubt, it's probably close to its expiration date, or even expired. But it's good enough to fill my stomach; freeloaders have no right to make demands.

"Shh, keep your voice down." Valentina glanced around like a thief, pulled out an individually wrapped package from underneath, and shoved it into Ma Jack's hand with lightning speed.

Then, lowering his voice and revealing a smug smile, he said, "I picked these out in advance. There are sandwiches, beef jerky, canned tuna, and apples inside."

"Nice." Upon learning that he had received special treatment, Ma Jieke chuckled and gave a thumbs up. The power of connections was evident in this.

He casually grabbed two bottles of hangover water and left, finding a slightly cleaner place to start eating.

"Jack, why is Valentina so good to you?"

Jimmy opened the bag, took out a sandwich and handed it to MaJack. The sandwich was filled with Orleans roasted chicken and blueberry sauce.

It certainly can't compare to the freshly made one; the chicken was a bit dry after one bite, but after spreading a layer of canned tuna on it, the texture was just right.

"Maybe it's because I'm handsome," someone said, munching on a sandwich with a self-satisfied look on their face.

"Tch." The kid glanced at him dismissively, tore open the packaging of a beef jerky, stuffed it into his mouth and chewed vigorously. "After you finish eating, come with me to the food bank. I suddenly remembered that today is the day food stamps are distributed."

"No problem." Ma Jie took a bite of his apple and said nonchalantly, "But you have to teach me how to pick up cans more efficiently."

"Huh?" He looked completely bewildered. "Didn't you say you were going to help me make money? Why did you suddenly decide to collect cans?"

"Isn't collecting cans a way to make money? Buddy, don't underestimate any business. Some people make waves on Wall Street, while others get rich by selling bird droppings. As long as you can succeed, it doesn't matter what method you use."

After saying that, he slapped him on the head: "First, help me find 100 aluminum cans, and then I'll tell you what to do next."

"100?" Jimmy chuckled wryly. "Based on my recent record, that would require at least five hours of wandering the streets, and if I'm unlucky, it could take ten hours."

"Unless you infiltrate the Blood Gang or the districts managed by AKA Hellfire, there's no chance of completing it in a short time."