Wandering America: My kill threshold is far ahead

Using electric scooters to defend themselves, a group of homeless people were engaged in a passionate brawl in an alley.

The Blood Gang has a large and powerful force, and they are mostly men.

The blue-haired squad is different; their two most powerful fighters are Max and Sandy.

The former activated Valkyrie mode, and with the added attack range of the baseball bat, she swung left and right with precise landings, taking down three black guys in a row without even breaking a sweat.

Sandy brandished a sharp butterfly knife, her reaction and hand speed were astonishing; no unlucky soul who ever crossed paths with her escaped being bled dry.

On the other hand, Ethan and his gang are lucky to even be able to fight the other guy one-on-one.

Street fights are mainly turn-based, a free-for-all, you hit me once, I kick you once, you push me once, I give you a stun gun.

Through the crowd, Ma Jie saw Jimmy being suffocated in a corner and, in desperation, could only use his invincible whirlwind cat-meow punch.

The key to this movement is to use the shoulder blades to drive the upper arms, swinging the left and right arms forward in a straight line, creating a barrier in front of the body with high-frequency attacks.

Advantages: Extremely fast attack speed.

Confirmed: The hit rate is essentially zero.

The other person was clearly a seasoned fighter, so he quietly watched him perform, waiting until he was almost exhausted before delivering a fierce straight punch straight to his face.

*Smack!* Just as Jimmy was about to be disfigured, Xiao Heizi's wrist was intercepted in mid-air, and the fist hovered over the tip of his nose, which was already covered in cold sweat.

"Friend, look at you, so pathetic. When you're out in the game, why do you always pick on the weak?"

A familiar voice rang in my ears, filled with contempt and arrogance.

Just as Xiao Heizi tried to break free, he was stepped on by someone's toes, causing Xiao Heizi to howl in pain. He then grabbed his foot and started doing street dance.

Damn it! Aren't Chinese people supposed to be the most martial and ethical? What kind of trickery is this? Trying to cheat, trying to ambush.

Is this good? No, I advise you to use rat tail juice...

Thump! At Ma Jie's signal, Jimmy mustered up his courage and punched the other man in the face. He originally wanted to hit the bridge of the nose, but he misjudged and punched him right in the eye socket.

The pain was so intense that he couldn't focus on anything else and was forced to switch to robot dance mode, which looked both comical and funny.

"Stay close to my brother, you're no match for them."

As he spoke, he nimbly dodged and swooped down, his right fist striking the attacker's ribs like a heavy artillery bombardment.

Although the cooldown period for [Fake Boxer] hasn't ended yet, some muscle memory has gradually formed from previous use.

This can actually be considered a skill bug. It's not like if you were a boxing champion for ten minutes, you would delete that experience and skills from your mind. You will definitely remember some of the moves you used.

Especially in actual combat, the efficiency is many times greater than in training.

With the addition of the Grand Master, the previously tilted battle situation was gradually reversed, especially by those little black guys who had fought against him before.

He was already injured when he saw Ma Jieke, and he turned and ran away without even saying hello.

Yeah, it's only a few hundred yuan a month, why risk your life?

Would you risk your life just to collect a few broken jars? Absolutely not.

If one runs, there will be a second; if there's a second, there will be countless more.

That's how fighting is; it's not about having more people, it's about morale.

As the saying goes, a defeated army collapses like a landslide. You all ran away, leaving me to take the fall? Grandma!

Seeing the Blood Gang in complete disarray, Max excitedly came over and hugged someone: "Great, Jack, we won! We've taken back all the territory we lost."

"Yes, I can go back to my old life." Jimmy looked very happy; you can't even imagine how happy he was.

"What are you celebrating?" Ma Jie frowned. "Seventh Street, you're abandoning it, aren't you?"

Faced with his probing questions, everyone looked at each other, unsure how to respond.

Good heavens, you're still not satisfied with recovering lost territory? You're being far too greedy.

"Seventh Street never belonged to us, there's no need to rob it."

"Who said that?" Upon hearing this, Ma Jieke became angry: "Who just said that? Stand up and speak."

In their field of vision, Jimmy and Sandy both took a step back, making way for Ethan.

"Damn it, how can someone as big as you say such a pathetic thing?"

She immediately launched into a tirade, showing no mercy: "You lost two city blocks to the Bloods, and they didn't feel guilty at all, but you're acting like a saint? Are you some kind of fucking nymph?"

There's nothing a homeless person can do. As long as they have enough to eat, a place to shelter from the wind and rain, and can collect cans to earn some spare change, that's enough for them.

Cattle and horses should act like cattle and horses. Grass is nutritious, so stop thinking about eating meat. You don't have the teeth for that.

"Jack, are you sure you want to take over 7th Street?"

Finally, Max stepped forward, looking conflicted: "My original intention in establishing this camp was to help people like you who are alone, not to develop a gang. So let's call it quits. I'm already very satisfied with the current outcome. Everyone has something to do, and they can also work towards reintegration into society. Isn't that good?"

"It's nothing, it's fine." Seeing that she had the same attitude, Ma Jieke bluntly said, "You are all good people, only I am a bad person."

"Jack, you've misunderstood Max. She didn't mean to target you..."

Seeing that the two disagreed, Jimmy quickly stepped in to mediate: "You two are my best friends. It's just a difference in development philosophy. There's no need to get angry about it."

"Who's angry? I'm not angry at all, I'm fine, hehehe, I'm fine."

Max's words had a sarcastic tone, and he released his emotions through fake smiles and body language.

"I didn't either. I don't need to argue with women."

Ma Jieke was also quite blunt, and gender discrimination was employed.

Just as the atmosphere became awkward, a large group of people walked over from the street corner.

The leader was a burly black man wearing loose, baggy clothes and pants, with a large gold chain around his neck; he looked like a veteran hip-hop artist.

"Damn it, it's Hansen King, the leader of the Bloods." Upon seeing this man appear, Sandy quickly whispered to MaJack, "He used to be a full-fledged gangster. It's said he's killed people. Later, he suffered an internal conflict and fled from New York to Los Angeles. He gathered a group of unemployed people on the streets and quickly took over our territory."

"I see." Ma Jie nodded, looking at Max who looked like she was facing a formidable enemy: "Woman, it's not too late to change your mind now."

The latter gave a helpless smile and a reassuring look: "OK, since begging for peace is useless, let's fight them!"

This is so much better! Why all the fuss and worrying? What kind of bullshit is this about different development philosophies?

I, Ma Jie, don't know what youthful arrogance is; I only know that the winner takes all.

As they were talking, the other person was surrounded and brought up to them. Upon seeing them, the person immediately pointed at someone's nose and started cursing.

"You bitch, you dare bring people to steal my territory? Today I'll teach you a lesson you won't forget!"