Wandering America: My kill threshold is far ahead

He pulled out the woven bag, a special jungle equipment for the Beggars' Sect, and activated the master-level jungle skill—[Light Speed ​​Sorting].

This guy clattered and banged away, his hands moving so fast they flew, dropping aluminum cans, plastic bottles, and tin cans into different bags.

That was so satisfying! I haven't had this much fun in a while.

MaJack, on the other hand, focuses on the black treasure chests. Opening blue chests is just to get a guaranteed drop, and the real high drop rate comes from the black chests.

Item information obtained: 15 discarded books, 2 expired boxed birth control pills, 1 torn curtain...

One antique Emily doll with big eyes. It has minor damage and needs professional cleaning and repair. Its market value is estimated at $800 to $1200.

Holy crap! It always tastes better when it's from someone else's pot; the goods have already arrived.

Having locked onto the target, Ma Jie immediately opened the box and searched carefully before finally finding it in a plastic bag.

It feels heavy in your hand, about the size of a palm. It's made of ceramic and looks like it was just dug out of the soil, covered in dirt and patina.

Sandy glanced at it curiously from the side and couldn't help but scoff, "I thought you found another power bank. These cheap little trinkets are everywhere at the flea market, worth tens of cents."

Ma Jieke chose to ignore her; for professional questions, one should consult a professional.

"Dude, do you think this is valuable?"

Jimmy finished collecting the resource points, took the doll, looked it over from all angles, and gave his appraisal conclusion: "The Emily antique doll with big eyes originated in the late 19th century. The body is made of ceramic, the eyes are made of glass, and the hair is made of Angolan goat hair. Because this doll is purely handmade, each one is unique and is very popular in the collector's market."

"Wouldn't that mean we'd be rich?" Ma Jie asked, knowing the answer already.

"Of course, if it's an original and well-preserved one, it'll cost around four or five thousand US dollars."

"Then why didn't you react at all?"

"Dude, what kind of reaction do you expect from me?" Jimmy looked at him speechlessly. "I've found something like this before. I was so happy for ages, thinking I'd finally been blessed by Lady Luck. But when I took it to Old William's Pawnshop, the owner almost pulled out a gun and said there's a limit to how much I can cheat."

"What do you mean? A counterfeit?"

Ma Jieke was a little puzzled. So, there are antique shops in America too? The Los Angeles Observer, right?

"Otherwise what? There are tons of these replicas out there; a quick online search will yield a ton of results."

His tone and gaze were very sarcastic: "Jack, we are scavengers, not daydreamers. If you have time to hunt for treasure, you might as well pick up a few more cans."

Hmm... After listening to his analysis, Ma Jieke suddenly felt that something was not quite right, so he took another look at the skill description.

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

Detailed item information, I see.

Similar to the previous power bank, if it is a valuable item, it will have an additional detailed information prompt, which is equivalent to a highlight mark.

If it has no value, it will just be normal text display, which can be skipped.

Isn't this just like exploiting a skill bug?

If this weren't on the US server, but on the Chinese server, wouldn't my conclusions be more accurate than those of a treasure appraisal expert if I just grabbed a trash can, put the items in it, and not be more accurate?

Forget Fan Haixin and Bai Haibo, Haidong Jianbao and Tingquan Jianbao, you can all stay aside. I am the real King of Antiques Appraisal!

The same principle applies to destroying police cars; tasks that can be accomplished by taking shortcuts end up costing both money and effort.

Let's follow this line of thought and analyze today's challenge.

[Challenge Mission: Infiltrate the IAA building using a false identity and remain undetected for at least 90 minutes] Value: ★★★★★

Are the keywords "identity fraud" and "infiltration"? Obviously not, the real core is the "building".

If I remember correctly, the IAA building has a reception hall used to verify the identity of visitors. Is this part of the "building"?

You didn't say "inside" or "specific room." If I just go through the door, wouldn't that be the same as sneaking in?

The risk is that if you stay for too long, it will inevitably arouse the security's suspicion; 90 minutes is roughly the length of a movie.

Forget about the IAA building, go into any bank, sit in the lounge area and don't do any business.

Over time, security guards will have reason to believe that you're there to scout the place.

Therefore, it seems that disguise is still quite necessary.

Disguised as a secret agent? Don't be ridiculous. The US has no one left, so they're looking for an Asian to be their agent.

A cleaner? That sounds plausible.

Damn it, I don't want to think about it anymore. I'll try it after I finish sweeping the streets. If I don't even have this much courage, how can I grow bigger and stronger and create new glories?

Thinking of this, I wrapped the antique doll in some old newspapers I had picked up and carefully stuffed it into my backpack.

This action earned him a roll of the eyes from Jimmy, but Ma Jieke chuckled to himself. What kind of master jungler is he? You can't even tell the difference between a real and fake one, yet you're lecturing me like this.

No wonder my buddy was hogging the food; you couldn't have used the opportunity.

The three-person team swept through the enemy lines, while the other groups were also busy, joining forces to besiege Bright Peak under the leadership of the Grand Master.

Because they communicated with each other using walkie-talkies, and with the advantage of attacking first, they quickly captured several resource points.

"Max, what's the situation on your end?"

A domineering voice came through the walkie-talkie: "I just cracked open the head of some ignorant black guy, and he's crying his way home to his mother right now."

"Haha, I didn't even have time to make a move. When they saw it was me, they ran away."

"Damn, why don't I get this kind of treatment? I'm warning you, don't steal my thunder, I'm the boss."

"I didn't say you were young. Where are we going now?"

"Where else can we go? Keep attacking and take back all the territory that belongs to us!"

"Yes, Your Majesty, I will lead the charge."

"As long as we live, the tower stands!"

"All troops, attack!"

Death is like the wind, always by my side!

"Damn it, can't you stop petting the dog? This is a war, be serious."

A burst of laughter came over the walkie-talkie; after all, everyone had been waiting for this moment of revenge for far too long.

The battle that followed was one-sided, with the blue-haired squad advancing triumphantly and taking over the fifth district in a grand manner.

The Blood Gang, on the other hand, was routed and, while urgently seeking reinforcements, retreated to the Sixth District.

While everyone else was busy conquering territory, Ma Jieke was far from idle, directly leaving the three-person team and entering lone wolf mode.

After sweeping the entire block, here are my findings.

FOCUS All-Copper Lighter X1, market value $29.

Brand new, unopened women's stockings set, market value $8.

The eighth-generation iPad cannot be turned on due to damage to internal capacitors. It is repairable, but its market value is unknown.

One discarded bouquet of roses; no recycling value.

Well, how should I put it? You could say it's high, but it's not that bad.

You could say it's low-tier, and you can definitely get some loot, but it's pretty much all about luck, since the map's maximum difficulty is what it is.

Don't be too greedy. This is already several hundred US dollars. This is like picking up trash, not robbing a bank. That's enough.

Just as Ma Jieke was trying to comfort himself, a chaotic fight and cries for help came through the walkie-talkie.

"Jack, where are you? Jack, in the alley behind the Tequila Bar on Sixth Street, come help me right now!"

Indeed, cutting off someone's money is like killing their parents. If you risk your life against them, how can they possibly tolerate you?