Wandering America: My kill threshold is far ahead

"Yes, sir."

Ethan mimicked Forrest Gump's distinctive southern accent and shook his head helplessly at Jimmy. This kid had finally sold him out.

Max tossed a baseball bat to a little girl and clapped his hands, ordering, "Everyone, disperse! Go back to your tents and enjoy your dinner and your phones. If you need to discuss life with your partner, remember to bring your little umbrellas. If you get infected, the clinic that can provide unloading services is not one you can afford."

The group left laughing and joking. Max made a "Let's Dog" gesture, indicating that MaJack should come with her.

After taking off my shoes and entering the RV, I found that the space inside was quite large, with a sofa, chairs, a double bed, a kitchen, a dining table, and a shower room. It was small but had everything I needed.

Near the refrigerator, there's even a small folding bar counter. Once unfolded, you can put on some beer, turn on the ambient lighting, and play some upbeat music to create a mini-bar in your car.

"Mommy, I'm hungry, I want pizza."

Just as someone was immersed in envy, the little girl with freckles opened her mouth with a thunderous revelation.

Huh? Jack was stunned. No, how old do you look?

22 years old? At most 24, but this girl looks at least eight.

"You scared me, buddy?" Seeing MaJack's surprised look, Max took two bottles of Heineken from the car refrigerator, bit off the caps with his teeth, and handed them to him. "In America, a minor gets pregnant every 30 seconds. If you focus on the slums of South Los Angeles, the average age is no more than 15. Unfortunately, I'm one of them. If you want to pursue me, I have no objection, because legally I'm not married, so I'm still single."

"As for that scumbag who was supposed to pay half of the child support, he's probably lying on a wooden plank bed in a Miami jail right now, waiting to be fucked in the ass by gangsters."

Ma Jie was quite speechless. He thought of an old friend who lived in the South Side of Chicago and had a very eccentric personality.

"Just kidding, don't take it seriously."

"Sit down, handsome. Tell me more about the difficulties you've encountered."

The two sat down at the small bar. Max lit a cigarette, put one foot on the stool, and used his knee as a fulcrum for his elbow, looking very punk.

"Mommy..."

"Shut up!" Before her daughter could finish speaking, Max roared angrily, "Pudding, when I was your age, I was already learning to be independent. Every pizza place in Los Angeles has invited me to try their food, even without asking the owner's permission beforehand. So what? If you can't learn to find your own food, you should at least learn to spread peanut butter on bread. Can't you see I'm doing business? Be quiet, okay?"

The girl was yelled at, glared angrily at Ma Jieke, and got up to make herself a sandwich.

"Ignore her, kids this age are the most annoying."

As he spoke, he picked up a beer and clinked it with Ma Jie's. The latter couldn't help but take two gulps. The beer was refreshing and clear, much better than the Dr. Pepper soda he got at the relief station.

"It's like this, Miss Max." After outlining his needs, Ma Jie began, "First, I need a driver's license; second, I need a SIM card; and finally..."

"Stop, stop, stop." Max pulled a calculator out of nowhere and slammed it on the bar. "One at a time. Let's start with the driver's license. That's the easiest. Take out your phone, find a mobile Wi-Fi hotspot called Blue bitch, and come on."

MaJack pulled out his iPhone 5S and turned on Wi-Fi: "Is this it, you blue bitch?"

"That's right, the password is FuckWitch3148. Note that the first letter is case sensitive."

"It's connected now, so what's next?"

"Open Google Chrome, log in to the OnlyFans website, and search for this subscription account."

As Max spoke, he shoved the phone screen into Max's face.

Ma Jie entered the information perfectly, and a user named "Freedom Messenger" with Jesus as their profile picture popped up.

"Subscribe to his account. Next, click on the data generator. On the pop-up page, upload your handsome blue background ID photo. If you need to specify your name and address, enter them manually. If not, the AI ​​will automatically generate them for you. After confirming that everything is correct, click on the payment link. I will tell you what to do next."

"But I don't have a passport photo."

Before he finished speaking, Max pulled the rope next to him, and a movable blue board was lowered down from MaJack's head, fitting perfectly behind his head.

Click! I took a picture of him with my phone, then tugged the rope again, and the backdrop immediately rose up again.

"Professional." Ma Jieke couldn't help but swallow. It seemed that Valentina was quite reliable.

After preparing all the necessary information, he gave himself a second name—Leon Scott Kennedy.

Surely no one would fill in their real name on fake documents, right? Are they trying to salvage their uncle's and the immigration bureau's performance?

As for age, I'll work until I'm 29, who cares, as long as I don't look too different from the photo.

The location doesn't matter, theoretically the farther the better, like New York, for good luck.

Clicking the payment link will bring up various payment options.

But the only thing that can be compatible with Jack Ma is payment on behalf of others.

Just scan the QR code; the Americans have caught up in this respect.

"Let's get this straight," Max blinked his long eyelashes. "The website charges $20, as you've seen yourself. There's an extra $5 for the photo service, plus a $10 service fee. I won't charge you for the beer. It'll be $35 in total. Thank you for your patronage."

Huh? Jack Ma, who was just expressing his gratitude in his heart, suddenly felt dejected. What? Only $35? Are they robbing us?

The generated driver's license is just a fake image; it's not a real physical driver's license. Its purpose is to fool various apps and online bank card verification processes.

In the United States, the prevalence of fake licenses far exceeds your imagination. The rule that you can only buy cigarettes and alcohol at the age of 21 has led to a situation where almost every teenager has a driver's license.

Eighteen-year-olds are already in college, who would actually wait three more years? In less prestigious schools, marijuana use and alcoholism are commonplace.

"Um...can I get a discount?"

Ma Jie felt the money in his pocket; it totaled less than 30 dollars. He suspected that Valentina had taken a kickback and brought people here to be slaughtered.

"No." Max crossed his arms, looking utterly unapproachable. "Sir, this isn't a charity. You can't use money as collateral. If you don't even have anything, I can help you find a job. There are several Rainbow Clan members in the camp who are probably quite interested in your figure and looks."

It wasn't until the end that Ma Jie realized that the "business" she had just mentioned really meant what it said literally.

But you said you could use something as collateral? Wait a minute, maybe those Lupitin mesh high heels worth several hundred dollars could pique her interest?