Wandering America: My kill threshold is far ahead

"Go ahead and laugh at me, I don't care. I was so drunk that day, who knows if Sandy made up the story."

Listening to the laughter and chatter in the bar, Jimmy simply adopted an attitude of "I don't care what anyone does."

Then come strange remarks like "Nobody knows more about XX than me" and "Haven't I ever seen a sewer but I've never seen a manhole cover?"

At this moment, everyone would burst into laughter, filling the shop with a joyful atmosphere.

"By the way, Sandy, what do you do for a living?"

Ma ordered another beer, told the bartender to put it on Max's tab, and casually chatted with the girl he had just met.

"She's a thief!" This gave Jimmy his chance for revenge: "Be careful with your wallet when you're with her."

"Tch." She rolled her eyes at Jimmy with disdain and slammed a wallet on the bar counter. "If I really wanted to, would he even have time to react?"

Huh? Jack Ma then realized, isn't this my wallet?

I checked my pants pocket again, and it was indeed empty. Damn, that hand was too fast. When did it get stolen?

Sandy smiled and handed the wallet back to him, smoothing her hair with her hand: "He's right, I am indeed a professional pickpocket, but what's shameful about that? From the time I can remember, my dad instigated me to steal from stores. When I grew up, like most low-level female thugs, I joined the local gang to make a living. If I have the chance in the future, I also plan to steal luxury cars. This is my dream, and I must make it come true."

Listening to her shameless and even boastful explanation, Jimmy simply covered his ears with his hands.

"Yes, don't listen to that, or it might affect your sacred and noble values, Mr. King of Jars in the future."

He gave him a friendly middle finger and looked at Ma Jie again: "Where were we? Oh right, stealing luxury cars. I really want to do that. I even talked to the owners of Los Santos's Car Modification King and Simon's Auto Shop, but they both said they were legitimate organizations and didn't engage in illegal or criminal activities. In fact, even the rats in the sewers know that at least half of the job commissions in Los Angeles are placed through them. Specific car models, high-quality buyers, perfect resource integration, and all you have to do is drive that car away from the parking lot and you can earn a huge commission. I really enjoy just thinking about it."

"And what about the other half?" Ma asked curiously, even though he already knew the answer.

"FBI?" Sandy stuck out his tongue, then awkwardly took another sip of his drink. "I was just kidding, don't take it seriously."

What's there to be afraid to say? The CIA next door even sells... a certain plant.

"It seems you're living a pretty good life, much better than us unemployed folks."

"Oh, come on." Sandy put down her beer mug and voiced her frustration: "You think there are no restrictions in my line of work? I don't know if you've ever seen a pair of dirty sneakers hanging from a tree branch or power line when you're out on the street. If you have, you'd better watch out. That means you've entered the gang's territory. On their territory, you can't do any criminal activities. Even the drink bottles in the trash can have ownership rights."

"I paid a heavy price to leave that organization and come to Los Angeles from Chicago, all for the sake of freedom. But the price of freedom is unemployment. I can't get a criminal license. Who can I steal from? I can't just target us homeless people, can I? That would be too despicable. Besides, you don't have any money for me to steal from."

Damn, even thieves have their code of honor, huh? At least you know not to rip off poor people, I give you full marks for professional ethics.

"So what have you been busy with lately?"

In Ma Jieke's view, this girl, who came from the bottom of society and was led astray by her family of origin, was definitely a valuable asset, so he wanted to talk to her more.

"Working for a Chinese organization."

"Working?" Ma Jieke didn't quite understand. "Could you be more specific?"

"You know what gift cards are, right?" Sandy explained patiently. "They're those prepaid cards that are sold in convenience stores for 50 cents each. Customers buy them and then top up the card using the account provided on it. The balance can be used to shop on online platforms like Amazon, eBay, Walmart, and Apple. They're usually bought as gifts because if you're just buying them for yourself, there's no need to go through all that trouble."

I understood immediately. It's equivalent to a physical JD gift card and a supermarket gift card, which is known in the United States as a "gift that never goes wrong".

To borrow a phrase from the chubby little guy, since you don't know what I like, you might as well just give me the money.

"And what I'm going to do," Sandy said, unzipping her small handbag to reveal a thick stack of counterfeit gift cards, deliberately lowering her voice, "is to replace those cards when the staff and security aren't looking, understand?"

Ma Jieke was stunned for a moment, and then he couldn't hold back anymore. Wasn't this just replacing someone else's QR code with your own?

In this way, once a customer buys a fake card and deposits money into it, the criminal gang immediately enters the password and transfers the money, then quickly places an order for goods of equal value.

Electronic products like Apple headphones and watches, and Nintendo's Switch handheld console, have no trouble selling. They can be listed on a platform with a 9.5% discount and they'll be snapped up by consumers instantly.

This kind of cross-version strategy is something only fellow countrymen could come up with. Besides respect, Ma Jieke has nothing to say.

"Okay, quickly put it away, or someone might see it."

Reminding her not to be too flashy, Ma Jieke then quietly asked, "So, how much money can you make doing this?"

"Very little." Sandy shook his head dejectedly. "They charge by the number of operations, and a shop can only earn a little over a hundred dollars. And once you've been there, you can't go again. Plus, the cops are cracking down hard. I've had almost no income in the last two weeks, so I'm thinking of moving back to the camp to live, at least I won't have so many expenses."

"Welcome home, Sandy. You have no idea how hard it was for me while you were gone."

Upon hearing this, Max suddenly grasped her hand, his gaze seeming ambiguous, unlike that of someone treating an ordinary friend.

Just as Ma Jie was trying to figure things out, Jimmy gave him a knowing look and then added, "It's not entirely what you think. This is a free country where you can freely choose your gender, play a man, a woman, an intersex person, or switch between these roles at will, as long as you're happy."

"But I want to tell you that in America, even if you want to marry a rabbit, there will be people who will stand up for you and help you get equal rights."

Even without Jimmy's kind reminder, Jack Ma can adapt to the brand-new way of playing here. His greatness needs no further explanation.

Just as the group was enjoying their drinks, a powerful engine roar suddenly came from the street outside, clearly the sound of a supercar.

I don't know which rich kid got carried away with partying and drove his car into the slums.

Did they switch to the wrong map? MaJack could practically see the aggro value jumping wildly above every player's head: +1 +1 +1...