Wandering America: My kill threshold is far ahead

Now that you've decided to enter this field, set yourself a clear goal first.

Reclaim lost territory, send troops to garrison, stabilize resource production, and once enough money has been saved to buy scrap yards, achieve integrated production and revenue, then continue to expand outwards and control all the troops in the world.

Members collect cans in the safe zone, and 30% of the proceeds are used to pay the gang fee.

Although the buyback price is not as high as the individual model, it has two major advantages.

First, you get to pick up loot every day, so you won't miss any opportunities. Overall, it's definitely more than randomly looting in the wild.

Secondly, you are unlikely to encounter any danger, nor will you face fierce competition from your peers.

It's basically outsourcing the neighborhood to you so you can have a fixed income.

But don't forget, every time you open a treasure chest, there's a chance you'll get a rare item. If you get one, you'll make a fortune.

When Max heard his idea, she wasn't particularly surprised, because she had planned similar schemes before and even had Jimmy and the others recruit people.

However, the reality is that because she is a woman, a significant proportion of those who come to join the camp are women.

They finally got a big guy like Ethan, but he turned out to be a useless good-for-nothing.

With women outnumbering men, no matter how you play, you won't gain any advantage based on gender alone. It's already quite an achievement to be able to hold onto your current base from being captured.

"Alright, let's talk about this later." Seeing that they couldn't reach a conclusion in a short time, Ma Jie changed the subject to something he was interested in: "By the way, Max, I was watching your moves just now, and they seemed to be at a professional level. Where did you learn martial arts?"

Upon hearing this question, Max's entire expression changed, his brow furrowed with the unbearable pain of having his painful past brought up.

Before she could speak, Jimmy nudged MaJack with his elbow: "Max said she doesn't want to talk about this with anyone."

"Oh, I'm sorry, I really didn't know. It's my fault for being so talkative."

"It's okay." Max pursed his lips, looked up at the ceiling, blew on his blue bangs, picked up his beer mug and clinked it against Ma Jack's mug. "It's an exception for you and me. Anyway, there's no good in keeping it all inside."

"Let me be frank with you. Before I fell on hard times, I was a professional MMA athlete. I even made it to the UFC women's strawweight main event, although my ranking wasn't very high."

Despite having prepared himself mentally, Ma Jieke was still a little frightened.

UFC, also known as the Ultimate Fighting Championship, is equivalent to the FIFA World Cup in football. It is the top-level and largest-scale professional mixed martial arts competition.

The strawweight division that Max mentioned is a women's-only competition where competitors cannot weigh more than 52 kilograms.

Seeing the surprised look on someone's face, Max took a sip of beer: "I knew I'd scare you, but in my story, there aren't that many deep-seated grudges. My ex-husband and agent didn't harm me. It was all caused by my own stubbornness. I did make some money playing games in those years. To make up for the hardships I suffered as a child, I moved my family into a top hotel in Hollywood. Every day, I drove luxury cars to luxury boutiques to shop. On weekends, I would take a rented yacht to party at sea with my family and friends. At my craziest, I gambled in Las Vegas for three days straight without sleeping."

"I originally thought this would be my daily life from now on, but who knew that it would only last for six months before my bonus was all gone."

"I have to return to the court to pay off the bills, but my agent told me that my physical condition is very poor and that I should rehabilitate for a while first. But I urgently need the money, so how can I care about that?"

"So, I confidently went into the octagon, thinking I could replicate my previous success, only to be knocked out by a newly signed rookie."

"After that, I had a hard time getting a chance to compete in official matches until my agent left me without even a word of advice."

"So I thought I'd find a job as an amateur boxing coach, and I did find one. But not long after, all my bills went overdue, and I could only watch helplessly as the bank took my house and car. They called the boxing gym owner and said my credit was bankrupt, and that bastard fired me without hesitation."

"Little Pudding was only 5 years old at the time. What could I do? I could only take her to the shelter."

"This is my shitty life, sounds ridiculous, right?"

"There's nothing funny about it. Everyone makes mistakes, especially young people." Ma Jieke said thoughtfully, "If I remember correctly, boxing champion Mike Tyson and actor Nicolas Cage squandered far more money than you."

"Haha, you're really good at comforting people." Maxton chuckled for a moment, then sighed, "You know, Jack, the current UFC women's strawweight champion is Zhang Weili from your country. I've watched her fight videos. Besides her perfect offensive and defensive system, there seems to be some kind of Eastern philosophy in her, something like... something like that..."

"Tai Chi?"

"That's right. Her playing style is like water, combining the ability to neutralize attacks and penetrate defenses. If I were to face her, I probably wouldn't last even ten seconds."

"Alright, alright, stop belittling yourself like that." After finishing the last glass of wine with her, Ma Jieke stood up and said, "I suggest you go home early; Little Pudding's dinner hasn't been decided yet."

"And you, what are you planning to do?"

"What can I do? Before the shelter closes, I'll see if I can get a free dinner."

"Okay, see you at camp later, bye."

"Wait for me, Jack, I'll go with you."

This means that only Jimmy unconditionally supports Ma Jie's "begging" behavior.

Love what you do. You can't get cocky just because you have a little money. Otherwise, you'll end up like Max, who lost a winning hand by a huge margin.

Anyway, it's on my way to the subway station. If there are any monsters spawning, I'll just kill them. If not, I can spend a few dollars at a fast food restaurant and have a full meal.

The shelter at No. 545 on Sixth Street has long lines every day, since not everyone wants to live in a tent, especially players who have just created an account.

"Jack, it seems we're out of food." Glancing around and not seeing any food trucks, Jimmy smiled helplessly: "I doubt there will be any any anytime soon. That riot this afternoon was too terrible."

"What would you like to eat? It's on me."

Jimmy tilted his head and thought for a moment: "Tomahawk steak?"

"Would you believe me if I beat you into a steak?"

"Haha, just kidding, buddy. A hot dog combo at Costco with a Coke is only $1.5."

"OK, this is enough."

Just as the two were about to leave to buy dinner at the supermarket, they heard a loud argument coming from the entrance of the shelter.

A man who looked somewhat familiar was pushed and shoved to the ground by several thugs, with his luggage scattered around him.

Standing next to him was a little boy, wiping away tears with the back of his hand and sobbing loudly.

"Get out of here, you piece of trash! Take your son and get out of this slum. Don't you have any shame for trying to take a place from us homeless people? Bah!"

The black-haired man cursed and spat on him before leaving.

Ma Jieke was increasingly confused. Wasn't this the guy he met in the jungle that afternoon who called himself the "top agent"?