Wandering America: My kill threshold is far ahead

"Haha, you're so smart, little brother. You should apply to Mensa to be the boss."

As Trevor drove through the commercial street and onto the main road, his face beamed with pride, and his words were full of praise.

Looking at the Highlander relentlessly chasing after him in the rearview mirror, Ma Jie said, "Once you shake off those stray dogs in the back, I'll apply for the White House job as the boss."

Bang! The next second, the rearview mirror was shattered by a stray bullet.

"Shit!" Jack Ma angrily pulled out his gun, intending to fight the other party.

Since this day will come sooner or later anyway, we might as well practice on real people beforehand.

When Trevor saw his miniature FN Five-Seven, he laughed like a madman: "Dude, what's that? A male masturbator?"

As he spoke, he reached into the roof of the car and took a Thompson submachine gun from the gun rack.

"Here you go, brother, this is the weapon a man should use."

Holding the heavy Thompson submachine gun, Ma Jie sat in the passenger seat, questioning his existence.

Earning a star so early is not part of one's life plan.

But there's nothing we can do; the world is unpredictable, and the large intestine encloses the small intestine.

Faced with the pursuit of this gang of outlaws, Ma Jie grabbed the magazine, glanced at the guide groove at the front of the magazine to make sure the bullets were facing the right way, and then slammed it into the magazine well. He heard a "click" sound, indicating that the magazine was locked in place.

The [American Iaijutsu Lv4] skill provides ample capability, allowing for easy operation of various common firearms and the completion of normal shooting maneuvers, comparable to the skill level of a US soldier with two years of service.

However, shooting while moving at high speed makes the body very unstable, so it is more suitable to use submachine guns and pistols to ensure balance and accuracy.

"Fire, bro! Don't just stand there. If you want to get out of here safely, the best way is to blow these sons of bitches to smithereens."

As he spoke, the All-Purpose Walker rushed onto the bridge across the river. This place was very familiar to Ma Jie. On both sides were high stone dams, and in the middle was the Los Angeles River, which was less than half a meter deep all year round.

Damn it, whatever, I can't escape it either way. Let's test the [nine out of ten shots miss] characteristic first.

Having confirmed that the feature was activated, Ma Jie turned his gun around and fired a burst of bullets at the Toyota Highlander behind him.

Just a second before the shot was fired, the pickup truck suddenly ran over a piece of gravel, causing the entire vehicle to shake violently.

Severely disrupted, Ma Jie naturally missed all his shots, with bullets flying towards the steel fence on one side of the bridge.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! The trajectory went astray, sparks flew everywhere.

As a result, after the tenth warhead hit the target, it bounced off at an unbelievable angle and headed towards the Highlander.

*Thud!* It practically transformed into a tracking bullet, precisely piercing the right front tire.

The car went out of control instantly, skidded on the spot, and then crashed into the fence.

Boom! The powerful impact shattered the windshield, and the rear of the vehicle was lifted off the ground due to its strong inertia.

Then, amidst the gasps of many drivers, it completed a 180-degree flip and plummeted rapidly off the bridge.

Splash! The roof of the car slammed into the water, splashing up two huge sprays of water. The gangsters scrambled out of the car body on all fours.

"Haha, well done, bro. I've never seen such accurate marksmanship before."

"Phew..." After escaping danger, Ma Jieke slumped into the passenger seat, wiping the fine beads of sweat from his forehead.

There's no way around it; anyone would be nervous experiencing firing a gun for the first time in their life.

The red pickup truck sped along, making sure it was in a safe area before stopping on the side of the road.

"Come give me a hug, bro, you saved my life."

Trevor excitedly hugged the disgusted-looking MaJack, his old face crinkling with smiles: "Looks like today is your lucky day. You've gained a friendship from Old Trevor. I'll be staying in Los Angeles for a long time, and I'll do my best to help you with any trouble you need. If anyone dares to offend you, I'll crush their brains as easily as crushing a cockroach."

"OK, OK, can you calm down first, bro? I don't actually have that much hatred."

Ma Jie steadied himself and continued, "Excuse me, are you from the north?"

"That's right." Trevor nodded. "I don't have anywhere to stay right now because I can't find that damn 7611 Goma Street. Why is there such a long address?"

"Because this is Los Angeles, buddy." Ma Jie smiled slightly. "Come with me. I suddenly remembered that I've been there once before, and I have a vague impression of it. I'm going home anyway, so I'll just hitch a ride."

"Really? Get in, bro. I've been driving all day and I'm so bored."

In Ma Jieke's view, since things have already come to this, if you part ways now, wouldn't all your previous efforts have been in vain? You might as well use this opportunity to build connections.

When I go to the wealthy area to expand my territory, the more helpers the better. After all, I suffer from a fear of insufficient firepower, so I'll try to get to know as many hardcore and ruthless people as possible.

The two returned to the red pickup truck, and Trevor casually took a bottle of beer from under the seat, bit off the cap with his teeth, and handed it to Majer.

The latter wiped the bottle neck with a wet wipe, then touched it to him and gulped it down.

"Hiss..." Trevor wiped his mouth and asked as he drove, "Brother, I don't know your name yet, but I'm sure you're Chinese because I deal with Chinese people all the time."

"You're sure you're right. Also, my name is Jack, that's what everyone calls me."

"Just as I thought." Trevor slapped his thigh. "You come from a magical country. I've heard that when people there get sick, they eat plant roots and small insects. Have you ever eaten them? Were they alive or dead?"

Plant roots and stems? Small insects?

Jack Ma was stunned for a long time before he finally reacted: "Brother, you mean that's called traditional Chinese medicine? The ancient sages extracted natural ingredients from plants, animals, and minerals, and then made them into decoctions for patients to drink, which could have a certain therapeutic effect. Do you understand what I'm saying?"

"Like an alchemist in a fantasy novel?"

"Okay, let's leave that topic aside and talk about where the girls have bigger butts."

Ma Jieke was utterly speechless. Eating insects? What was he thinking?

Your ancestors were truly something else, drawing blood from others with knives, treating mental illness with electroshock therapy, and even feeding opium and gin to infants. I'm just too lazy to complain.

The two chatted about this and that for about 40 minutes before arriving at 7611 Goma Street.

This place is not far from the poor street, and it consists entirely of two-story buildings, with shops on the ground floor and apartments on the upper floor, and the middle of the buildings is used as a parking lot.

After exchanging contact information, he watched Trevor walk up the iron stairs and knock on the door of the house he was looking for.

The moment they met, he greeted them warmly, his mouth stinking like he'd eaten excrement. The other person was too scared to utter a sound and was pushed inside, accompanied by a clattering and smashing noise.

It's clear he was furious. He got lost and out of contact, was mocked by a prostitute on the street, and almost lost his life in the end.

Ma Jieke casually picked up a shared scooter on the street to solve the last few kilometers of his journey.

Just as I returned the car and was about to walk into the campsite, a dazzling golden question mark suddenly lit up on the map.

Holy crap, the Golden Legend!

Was Trevor right? Is today truly my lucky day?

I couldn't wait to start running and sprint towards the item spawn point.