Wandering America: My kill threshold is far ahead

When he heard Ma Jie ask about the price, Old Dick felt like killing someone.

You little rascal, are you here to make fun of me?

It's like you go to a restaurant and ask how much Australian lobster and king crab cost. Oh, that's great!

How about Buddha Jumps Over the Wall and Braised Shark Fin? Oh, that's good too. And I'll have some egg pancakes.

The boss might not slap you, but your behavior is really asking for it.

"$500, bro, no bargaining."

Old Dick, his face dark, offered an outrageous price. "You think you're playing me for a fool? Then I'll play you for a fool too. Come on, let's hurt each other!"

"500?" Before Ma Jie could speak, Sandy couldn't hold back anymore: "Do you think I don't know anything, old man? A bicycle in this condition would only sell for 80 at most at a flea market. The chainrings of this gear system are worn down, the brake cable is broken and needs to be reconnected, the warning light won't turn on, and the battery is most likely dead."

"I spent 500 yuan to buy it back, and then spent another 300 yuan to fix it? How could I be so stupid? A brand new Trek all-aluminum frame mountain bike only costs 1300 yuan at a sporting goods store."

"Lady, this is the final offer." Old Dick crossed his arms impatiently, looking like he was about to kick her out.

"OK, five hundred it is, deal."

Ma Jie didn't mince words. Since it was a disposable consumable, he bought it to use for missions, so of course he picked the cheapest one. It was better than spending 1750 to buy a Dodge charger.

There's another factor: Xiao Fu is currently facing financial difficulties, so he's willing to help this kind of person if he can. This is like raising a poisonous insect, which might come in handy someday.

Putting everything else aside, he's practically unbeatable when it comes to driving, right? If Jimmy is considered a master of jungling, then Franklin is undoubtedly the Los Santos driving god.

This completely baffled Old Dick. "Are you really going to buy it, bro? Are you rich or poor?"

"What?" Sandy and Franklin both raised question marks at the same time. Are you burning money, buddy?

"You're crazy, Jack, wasting money on this."

"Oh bro, you don't need to do this to save face for me. Anyone can see that this car isn't worth that much money."

Despite the two men's attempts to dissuade him, Ma Jie didn't even bother to try riding it and simply pulled out $500 and handed it to them.

Old Dick took it and quickly counted it, afraid that he might change his mind.

Then he took out his pen, wrote a receipt by hand, and handed it over: "Buddy, this car is yours. From now on, you are its new owner."

"It's a pleasure working with you."

"It's been a pleasure working with you."

See that? They were just about to stab someone, and now they're showing their true colors. That's why they say money is king.

They pushed the brand-new police bicycle out of the garage and blew the dust off the seat.

Thinking he looked really cool, he took a step up, gripped the handlebars, and pedaled. Off he went.

Let's experience the joy of playing the role of the donut god of war.

As soon as the police lights came on, he leisurely went to get some paper, squatted down, and began.

Here's the power level chart! [Kinetic Power☆] [Handling☆] [Performance☆] [Driver? ???]

Creak, creak... twist, twist... Sure enough, everything made noise except for the bell.

But after Ma Jie started the car, he discovered that the front brake cable was broken and the rear disc brake had failed, so he couldn't stop it.

To make matters worse, we happened to be on a steep downhill slope, which caused the car to go faster and faster.

According to Sir Cow's Second Law: the change in motion of an object is directly proportional to the force acting on it, and the direction of the force is in the direction of the force.

Good grief, a Red Bull crash race, huh? I'll pay, you risk your life. Red Bull Grand Stage, come if you dare.

It's so cute, isn't this just flying?

In desperation, I could only try every switch I could reach. This car was so expensive, there must be some hidden mechanism.

As a result, the alarm went off accidentally, making an annoying "Oh no, oh no" sound.

If it were an ordinary person, they would definitely use their foot brake, but the leader of the sect was strong-willed and chose to take a different path.

They deliberately drove towards the container, and then, just before they were about to collide, they managed to separate from the vehicle.

He jumped off the seat and pushed forward with all his might, landing safely thanks to his excellent body control.

The driverless bicycle, with its indifferent stride, slammed into the steel shipping container with a loud bang.

It was already on the verge of falling apart, and now parts are flying out, even deforming the rims.

But Ma Jieke did not choose to forgive it. He rushed over, picked it up, and slammed it to the ground.

Who would have thought that a grown man would get into a fight with a bicycle?

When Old Dick arrived in his sightseeing vehicle at breakneck speed, he was still brutally committing atrocities.

How sturdy can an aluminum frame be? In just a short time, the main beam broke, and the pedals and seat were all dismantled, scattered on the ground in pieces.

"Jack, are you alright? Are you hurt?"

Sandy ran over, her heart pounding with fear; what had just happened had terrified her.

"It's alright." Ma Jie sighed, pointing to the wreckage of the bicycle, "But it's damaged. My $500 is gone just like that."

"My God, I told you before, what's the point of buying this piece of junk? You'd be better off using that money to do charity in the slums."

"Oh bro, I didn't expect this to happen."

Xiao Fu was also embarrassed. He had just picked up his car, and it was already destroyed in the blink of an eye.

[Challenge completed. Please choose one of the following rewards] (Choose one of three)

Nice! Seeing the notification pop up on the semi-transparent panel, Ma Jie finally breathed a sigh of relief.

【The More the Merrier】: Randomly acquire 6 basic level 1 skills. If you already have them, upgrade them.

【Treasure Chest Hunter】: Scan any trash can within your field of vision to obtain a detailed list of items inside.

[Targeted Training]: Select a basic skill you already possess and upgrade it by 4 levels.

Looking at the descriptions of these three skills, Ma Jieke immediately fell into deep thought.

The more the better seems extremely simple and straightforward: it gives you 6 skills, but what you get is purely based on luck, and there's no further explanation as to whether you'll get duplicates.

That's where things get interesting. If you're lucky, you might get something general like learning, sports, shooting, or hacking skills, which would be a huge win.

But the worst thing is being unlucky and getting a bunch of random class skills.

Moreover, these professions are completely unrelated, such as firefighter, elevator repairman, and agricultural planting, which is simply disgusting.

Being a jack-of-all-trades is not as good as mastering one thing. If you know everything, it's the same as knowing nothing. Besides, what future can you have as a blue-collar worker? Apart from being a plumber, there's not much point in being a blue-collar worker.

The second treasure hunter, according to the skill description, targets only junk bins, which is not as good as the all-encompassing treasure hunting of the [Explorer].

However, its advantages are also particularly prominent: no CD and no limit on the number of uses.

To put it simply, you're like a human scanner; you can spot how many bottles and jars are in a trash can at a glance.

This is a level that even master junglers can't reach. From a practical standpoint, it's clearly superior to having more.

However, there are certain limitations, because you can't possibly collect all the treasure chests in the entire Los Angeles area.

First, you don't have the energy. You can't just sit there opening treasure chests all day doing nothing. What would that look like? No one is forcing you to be a beast of burden, but you're already eating grass.

Secondly, the spawn range of high-level treasure chests is entirely within the guild-controlled area and the wealthy area. If you want to open a treasure chest, you have to fight monsters first.

If I remember correctly, the Black gang AKA Hellfire, who dominates the high-level wilderness area, are all about guns; nobody wants to fight them with fists.