Wandering America: My kill threshold is far ahead

After waiting a while longer, I still couldn't get a car.

There's nothing we can do; it's lunchtime right now, and drivers on the US server generally don't like to take advantage of others.

As for taxis, there are almost none that can be stopped by simply waving them down from the roadside.

Even in the game, there is no such function. It's just that players are used to using the American-style stop system and mistakenly believe that they can take a taxi anywhere.

In fact, there are three correct ways to ride.

Dedicated waiting areas for airports, large hotels, popular tourist attractions, etc.

Make an appointment by phone.

Dedicated app.

Ma decided not to waste the time and walked to the nearest subway station.

Although it's rush hour now, it's not as crowded as a typical platinum hotel.

Los Angeles under the cover of night is completely different from the daytime.

Numerous clubs and bars lit up their signs, and sexy angels and candies began appearing on the streets to solicit customers.

These names aren't just randomly chosen; they usually carry a certain sexual connotation.

In slang, "angel" can be translated as "a helpful person".

Candy, on the other hand, is more direct, meaning "candy" and "something that can be easily obtained."

As I passed a female social service worker wearing a purple bodycon dress and black patent leather boots, a cheap chemical perfume wafted into my nose.

"Achoo..." Ma Jie couldn't help but sneeze, and quickly fled under the other party's enthusiastic invitation.

With well-developed sweat glands and a genetic predisposition to body odor as high as 80%, coupled with a diet high in meat and spices, you won't get any business if you don't spray several kilograms of perfume.

Beep beep beep... A series of urgent car horns sounded behind me.

"Lady, do you know how to get to 7611 Goma Street, Vespic Beach?"

A balding head emerged from the back of a red pickup truck, carrying a large green stick.

"What kind of place is that?" The prostitute spread her hands and began soliciting business: "Never heard of it, but if you give me $100, I will give you unprecedented pleasure."

"What?" The balding man's reaction was exaggerated: "Is your lower body studded with gold and jewels? Goldie at Chicken Coop only charged me $10, and for an extra $5, I could even get in through the back door."

Upon hearing this outrageous price, the prostitutes all gave him the middle finger and told him to get lost.

This is Los Angeles, not the Senora Desert in the north. What are you doing, you clueless country bumpkin, meddling in this mess?

"Fuck you stinky bitches, I hope you don't get a single X today, ouch!"

The balding man coughed up a large wad of phlegm through the car window, spitting it onto the other man's boots.

Then he floored the gas pedal and sped off, leaving behind a trail of wild laughter and curses.

As the red pickup truck sped past him, Ma Jie couldn't hold back. Where did this hot-tempered guy come from? If you think it's too expensive, you can refuse. But spitting on someone before leaving is really disgusting.

I thought the matter was over, but when I got to the next traffic light, I saw the pickup truck again.

The car owner was standing by the roadside making a phone call, enthusiastically greeting the other party's entire female family, including their pet dog.

"Fuck!" Perhaps because the call didn't go through, he angrily slapped the car door hard.

Then he saw Ma Jie walking towards him, and as if grasping at a straw, he asked: "Hey brother, do you know where 7611 Goma Street is?"

7611 Goma Street... Ma Jie paused for a moment. The address looked familiar; he felt like he had seen it somewhere before.

However, what felt more familiar to him was the face before him, etched with the marks of a butcher's knife.

His face was full of wrinkles, his hair was disheveled, his white T-shirt was stained with oil, his blue jeans were sloppy, and he wore thick-soled military boots.

Those dirty shoes were so bad that even homeless people in the poorest neighborhoods wouldn't want them. They were covered in mud and grime, and you could even see a little blood on them.

Trevor Phillips? Absolutely right, one of the three legendary figures of Los Santos, a true violent maniac and psychopath.

Compared to the loyal Xiao Fu, Ma Jie didn't want to cross paths with him. After all, he looked to be almost 50, yet he was still so impulsive, which showed that he was a very extreme person.

"Sorry, buddy, I've never heard of this place."

After replying, Ma Jie glanced at the Kanis All-Rounder and politely smiled, "Nice car. Have a pleasant evening."

Just as they were about to make their escape, a powerful engine roar suddenly came from behind them.

A black Toyota Highlander was seen rushing towards them, and at the same time, a gun barrel was seen sticking out of the left window.

Rat-a-tat-tat-tat... It opened fire suddenly, the bullets hitting the rear of the pickup truck with a crackling sound.

"Fuck you, you damn country bumpkin, pay for your stupidity!"

The prostitute who had just been spat on leaned out, holding a mini Uzi in her hand, and pulled the trigger while cursing wildly.

"Get in the car, kid, before you get riddled with bullets."

Trevor reacted quickly, opening the passenger door and nimbly moving to the driver's seat.

"Come on, do you want to stay here and become a scapegoat?"

Trevor was sitting in the car, waving his arms and beckoning, and MaJack didn't have time to think it over; he could only instinctively crawl into the car.

Even a team of scavengers has managers taking a cut, let alone prostitutes who earn a fortune every day. Would you dare to sell yourself without a gang background?

These people won't reason with you. If you stay put, you'll most likely be taken back as a hostage.

Even if it's eventually discovered that the two weren't accomplices, after all this trouble, it's impossible for them to emerge unscathed.

"Keep your head down, buddy, unless you're Superman."

As Trevor started the pickup truck, he tried to shove Majad's head down, but missed.

As a multiple playthrough player of Los Santos, have you never seen a pig run or eaten pork?

As long as you bury your head, the probability of injury is almost zero, except for the ballistic deflection.

Sure enough, after the Highlander caught up, the vicious woman fired a burst of bullets through the car window.

The bullet easily shattered the car window and passed through the other end, shards of glass flying everywhere.

Although I now possess the skill of [American Iaijutsu lv4] and may be proficient in using firearms, it is completely different from participating in actual combat.

"Trevor, just leave me alone and focus on driving."

Ma Jie was so angry he was grinding his teeth. Last time it was that reckless Xiao Fu, and this time it's you, you paranoid.

I knew it. Meeting you guys was never going to end well. Either I'd be heading towards my final freedom, or I'd be chased by gangsters at gunpoint.

Upon hearing MaJack call out his name, Trevor looked as if he'd seen a ghost: "Little brother, how do you know my name?"

"God told me this in a dream!" The person gritted his teeth and observed his surroundings: "Turn left at the intersection ahead and go through the shopping street."

Under Trevor's control, the omnipotent walker made a sharp turn and rushed into the crowded commercial street.

Beep beep beep! Beep beep beep!

There were many pedestrians on the street, but no matter how much Trevor honked his horn, they remained unmoved.

Because it's a pedestrian street, vehicles are only allowed to enter during the day. If you drive in now, nobody will pay any attention to you.

In a moment of desperation, Ma Jie shouted out the window, "Long live Allah!"

As a result, this shout was more effective than a bomb being thrown; pedestrians were so frightened that they covered their heads and rushed into the shops on both sides of the commercial street.

Bang! The front of the car crashed into a large area of ​​colorful plastic tables and chairs, leaving a mess on the ground, and sped off to the other end of the street.