Wandering America: My kill threshold is far ahead

Just as MaJack and Jimmy were enjoying the melon up close, an unexpected situation occurred.

The white man suddenly opened his mouth and spat a mouthful of phlegm in the old man's face: "Pah, you damn country bumpkin, go back to your southern countryside, Los Angeles doesn't welcome you."

These words were like a spark that ignited a fuse, enraging the redneck man so much that he immediately switched to a violent mode, executing a fatal chokehold and strangling the white man by the neck.

Don't assume that the liberal left only discriminates against people of color; rednecks are the primary targets.

Simply put, the white population is divided into two major camps: one is the white group living in the northern metropolitan area, who tend to be liberal and progressive.

They advocate for equality, justice, environmental protection, and multiculturalism, and support issues such as the legalization of abortion, legal marriage for the LGBT community, and immigrant rights. They typically support the Democratic Party.

Second, there is the conservative white population, especially residents of the South and rural areas.

They emphasize traditional values, patriotism, and Christian faith, often oppose issues such as abortion, same-sex marriage, and illegal immigration, and typically support the Elephant Party.

You can imagine that if these two types of people were to collide, they would probably smash someone's brains out like a dog's.

"Guards, guards, cough cough...please help me."

Compared to the tough, thick-skinned redneck old man, the old white man was clearly no match. He had put all his attribute points into spirit, so once the barbarian with only strength was in close combat, he could only take a beating.

"Fuck you, apologize to me or I'll kill you, you white pig."

Upon seeing this, the security personnel responsible for maintaining order at the scene whistled and ran over.

As a result, the two young men tried to drag and pull, but they couldn't subdue the redneck, and the scene descended into chaos.

There are always people who don't mind a funeral being too grand and will take out their phones to take pictures and videos.

Driven to desperation, the white man bared his teeth and claws, grabbing the red-necked old man's not-so-thick hair.

The latter didn't tolerate him either, unleashing the iron fist of the working class, slamming it into the lens with a smack, causing the sharp lens to cut the corner of his eye, and his blood gushed out.

See? Your grandpa is still your grandpa.

Seeing this, the other staff members quickly stopped distributing food and rushed over to intervene and take sides.

Your boss is fighting with someone else, and you just stand by and cheer him on? If you don't lose your job, who will?

This really stirred up a hornet's nest. Seeing that no one was paying attention, a homeless man immediately grabbed a large pile of supplies and ran away as fast as he could.

Led by the whistleblower, a much-anticipated zero-dollar shopping spree began without warning.

At first, everyone was just grabbing food, but later they took everything that looked valuable and swept it all up.

Small carts, folding chairs, insulated containers, and even cell phones and power banks left behind by volunteers on the table.

A few young men even took advantage of the chaos to enter the food truck, automatically pick up items, and stuff them into sacks.

Surprisingly, besides public resources, there are also many hidden rewards inside.

I guess the staff just temporarily saved it here for convenience.

One of the boys, carrying a heavy backpack, was thinking of making a quick getaway when he stepped on a glass bottle as he got off the bus, resulting in a very embarrassing fall.

The loot in the sack exploded and spread all over the ground, and other players immediately rushed over to grab it.

At that critical moment, a muscular arm ignored the impact volume and forced its way in from the outside.

As the owner of these items, Xiao Heizi naturally prioritized recycling high-quality items. However, as soon as he picked them up, he was targeted by this ghostly hand.

After a brief struggle, he found that his stats were completely crushed, and his items were naturally taken away without any doubt. He was so upset that he sat on the ground and cried loudly.

Some clueless players tried to be the mantis that stalks the cicada, but were knocked to the ground by Ma Jack's savage charge.

"Damn it!" The fierce tone combined with the burly physique scared the other party into immediately cowering, only able to secretly curse the damned Japanese in their hearts.

After securing the Baron Nashor with a sliver of health remaining, without the slightest hesitation, he grabbed Jimmy, who was still looting his bag on the ground, and ran towards the fountain without looking back.

After running two blocks, I saw two police cars on the opposite side of the road, their sirens blaring "It's over! It's over!" as they drove towards the scene of the team battle.

Without a doubt, everyone sitting inside is a fully equipped NPC, with advanced skills such as [American Iaijutsu], [American Interception], [Empty Magazine], and [Kneeling Press Instant Kill], as well as special skin damage bonuses against Kuroko.

Leaning against the wall of the alley, Ma Jieke's heart was still pounding.

Unfortunately, this was my first time playing the Brawl mode, so I had virtually no gaming experience. I had no skills, only stats.

"Jack, what good stuff did you just grab? Show it to me."

In contrast, Jimmy seemed relaxed, after all, he's a veteran player from the early seasons and has seen it all.

"I don't know, but it looks like a pack of cigarettes."

Jack put down his backpack, took out his loot, and Jimmy took it and activated his item appraisal skill.

"Holy crap! Dude, you've hit the jackpot! It's the Golden Legend!"

He exclaimed excitedly, "This isn't cigarettes, it's a box of Cohiba cigars, a pack of 20, and each one can sell for $45!"

"So that's a total value of $900?"

"That's right."

"Phew...you scared the hell out of me."

After learning the price, Ma Jie breathed a sigh of relief, because the Los Angeles Police Department had relevant regulations.

Players should keep the following rules in mind when entering the zero-yuan purchase instance.

First, you can only steal things, not hurt people; otherwise, you will be punished for robbery.

Second, the value of loot that can be taken out of the copy cannot exceed US$950; otherwise, it will be treated as theft.

There was even a bill that "merchants, employees and customers must not obstruct zero-dollar purchases and criminal acts such as vandalism," but it ultimately failed to pass GM's approval.

Of course, this is not an encouragement for players to actively challenge dungeons.

In America, however, most crimes can be roughly divided into misdemeanors and felonies.

If it is only a minor offense, the probability of being imprisoned is extremely low; usually, bail is paid to release the person.

But if you commit a serious crime, don't have any powerful backers, and are only passable in appearance, then you'd better get some intensive sphincter training before you get arrested, or you'll be in for a world of trouble.

"Jack, hurry up and find somewhere to sell it." Jimmy reacted quite quickly: "Once this gets out online, it'll be hard to sell it later."

"Yes, that's what I think too." Ma Jieke nodded. "But we need to go somewhere farther away, that would be safer. Or if you know any tobacco shop owners, you can recommend them to me. I'm willing to give you a 10% commission."

In Ma Jie's view, the connections of the new mentor Jimmy can be said to extend throughout the streets of Los Angeles.

Over the years, I've opened countless treasure chests; it's impossible that I haven't gotten any rare items.

Sure enough, he chuckled and said, "That's why I said you don't know anything. These days, most of the tobacco shops that specialize in selling cigarettes have gone out of business. All those rich high school students are smoking marijuana, and this is a cigar, not some common brand like Camel or Marlboro, so of course it's sold to pawn shops."

"Do you know any reliable pawnshop owners?"

What do you think, honey?

Jimmy blinked, a sly look on his face.