People in America: My Uncle Don Quixote

Hearing the deafening snoring coming from Don Quixote's room downstairs, Livy locked the door and drew the curtains tightly shut.

The computer is on, and music is playing at a low volume.

He then stripped naked and walked into his bathroom.

Li Wei opened the bathtub that had never been used before, sat quietly in front of it, and watched as it filled with water. Then he climbed in, letting his body soak in the cold water, leaving only his head above the surface.

"evolution."

With a thought, a surge of energy exploded within his body.

It's so itchy.

Li Wei heard a series of rumbling sounds coming from inside his body, and at the same time felt a deep itch inside his body.

The feeling is hard to describe; it's like gently brushing the back of your hand with a quill pen.

Then came the cold.

Although there are no nerves attached to the bones and theoretically no sensation, Li Wei could feel as if a trace of cold mithril had been injected into the depths of his bone marrow. This coldness spread rapidly along his spine and flowed into his body.

For a fleeting moment, Li Wei felt the water in the bathtub suddenly glow.

At that moment, Li Wei felt as if the air around him had frozen.

Om-!

Ripples spread outwards from him, and he could feel an inexplicable force field clinging tightly to his skin, even his eyes, internal organs, and other vulnerable parts were perfectly enveloped by this force field.

[Evolution Complete]

[Physical Attribute Evolution]

[Knight - Bronze Body (Transcendent)] - [Knight - Silver Body (Transcendent) 1/4]

[Slightly increases the body's resistance to impacts, providing good protection against weapons, diseases, and plagues] — [Moderately increases the body's resistance, providing good protection against weapons, low-powered firearms, plagues, and diseases]

[Body Control: You have begun to explore extraordinary power and are attempting to control it. You can manage this power, adjusting it as needed, with a value range of 1.5-3, and your body will adjust accordingly.]

There were so many messages popping up at once that Li Wei had to digest them for a while before he realized where the improvement was mainly located.

First, the Bronze Body evolved into a 1/4 Silver Body. It seems that one attribute corresponds to one part, and it is possible that the Silver Body evolution can only be completed after all its attributes reach 3.0.

The body's resistance to impact has decreased from a small to a medium level, and it has begun to develop resistance to low-powered firearms.

And this time he was able to control his body, which delighted Li Wei.

As his physical data continues to improve, he is mainly worried about two areas.

The first issue is naturally the hospital's physical examination and testing.

The second question is, what if you can't control your strength when you're having sex?

The pelvic floor muscles that control firing are also muscles...

It's manageable now, but what if things get out of control in the future...?

Li Wei had seen Superman memes online before, but he never imagined that he would one day be considering this issue.

Fortunately, his current control over his body allows him to freely adjust his physical condition, so he doesn't need to worry about this issue in the future.

After adding the remaining 0.2 attribute points to Agility, Li Wei's Agility increased from 1.8 to 2.0.

If I complete a few more missions, I might be able to get my Agility to 3.0.

The next morning, Don Quixote said that he didn't know why he had a very strange dream the night before.

"Tell me about it?" Li Wei asked casually, scrolling through his phone. "What kind of dream did you have?"

"I dreamt yesterday that I was in a dark jungle, wielding a longsword and dueling with an elf who was all black—damn, that elf was really ugly, the elves in chivalric novels don't look like that," Don Quixote rubbed his sore arms. "Then the police came and said I was disturbing the peace and were going to arrest me."

"And then?" Li Wei bought a bulletproof vest insert on Amazon using his phone. "Did you fight back?"

"I can't remember," Don Quixote plopped down, rubbing his shoulders. "Fuck! Why are my arms so sore? Did they go numb from being pressed down?"

It's probably because you swung an iron bar yesterday and gave a black man a concussion.

"The homeowners' association chairman, Maurice Stanford, wants to see you," Levi said, munching on two slices of bread. "Remember to visit him when you have some time today. I'm off to school now."

"He's looking for me? I don't even know him," Don Quixote exclaimed, both surprised and delighted. "What does he want with me...?"

Last night, Mr. Stanford believed that although Don Quixote had some minor quirks about sleepwalking, his sleepwalking had indeed made a significant contribution to the safety of the entire community, so he decided to invite him to join the owners' committee of Bell Ridge.

In the United States, being accepted into a community committee is not only about being able to offer suggestions for the construction and development of the community, but more importantly, it is a form of recognition and acceptance.

This means that Don Quixote was now qualified to establish a bridge of communication and a channel of exchange with the local doctors, lawyers, and retired police officers who were also on the committee.

This is a fantastic thing for him to improve his social credit score.

He was still wondering why such a good thing had happened to him.

...

Amazon's efficiency is quite fast. Two days later, on Thursday morning, a heavy package appeared at the door right on time.

Li Wei opened the package and found two standard Level 4 individual bulletproof plates, which are said to be able to withstand the fire of .30 caliber armor-piercing rounds.

Li Wei weighed it in his hand; it was about 6 pounds and felt cold and solid.

He needs a frame of reference.

Although the evolved body provides good protection against low-powered firearms, Li Wei wouldn't be foolish enough to test it by shooting himself.

The system says it's a low-powered firearm, but .22 caliber and 9mm bullets are pistol rounds, and 5.56mm and 7.62mm are also low-powered firearms compared to 12.7mm.

Li Wei needed to feel at ease and have a clear understanding of his own body.

He went to a private shooting club in Brooklyn and explained his purpose to the owner (I'm a tech blogger, and I'm here to test how a ceramic bulletproof insert performs with different calibers).

The shooting range owner was a veteran with a full beard. After he fixed the bulletproof plate for Li Wei, he adjusted the firearm and began firing at the bulletproof plate 10 meters away.

First, there's the .22LR caliber. This small-caliber pistol has relatively low noise and power. It can cause injury at close range, but it rarely has the ability to kill instantly unless it hits a vital organ. Generally, deaths caused by .22 caliber pistols occur several hours or days later, with the cause of death being internal bleeding and infection.

When these bullets hit the insert plate, they only left shallow dents.

"Looks like you got the real thing," the shopkeeper said. "You weren't fooled by TEMU (the overseas version of Pinduoduo)."

Next, 9mm bullets loaded with Glock 17s were used. When these bullets hit the insert plate, the nylon cover on the surface of the insert plate began to crack, and obvious network cracks appeared in the ceramic layer.

With a 9mm caliber, the stopping power and immediate lethality are sufficient. In New York, this caliber is the only mainstream choice for police, gangs, and street crime.

Then they switched to a longer rifle target, using a 5.56mm AR-15 and a 7.62mm M14 rifle to create the effects of the insert plate protruding and flying off, respectively.

"That's the limit, buddy," the boss shrugged. "5.56 and 7.62 may not be able to penetrate it, but if you actually wore this, the impact would break your bones, cause internal bleeding, and respiratory arrest."

Li Wei carried the battle-damaged power strip back home.

Late that night, Li Wei took out another new plug, holding in his hand the alloy screwdriver he had bought at the same time as the plug.

[Rage] activated.

Li Wei controlled the power of his right hand, skipping the .22 and mimicking the kinetic energy of the 9mm bullet impact during the day, thrusting it fiercely at the new insert, attempting to reproduce the equivalent impact stress of the bulletproof insert.

After the first attempt, on the second attempt, the screwdriver pierced precisely, and the resulting depth of damage was almost identical to the dent left by a 9mm bullet.

"That's the right amount of force..." Li Wei turned around and placed the screwdriver on his forearm.

"Buzz—"

The force of the screwdriver tip against the skin, which would have caused great damage to the ceramic plate, was like piercing solid rubber the moment it touched Li Wei's body. His skin only sank slightly by 3 millimeters before all the kinetic energy was absorbed.

Li Wei removed the screwdriver, and there was only a faint red dot on his skin; the skin wasn't even broken.

"The conclusion is that at a distance of 10 meters, .22 and 9mm firearms, even if fired directly at me without any defense, cannot cause effective damage."

Looking at the godlike, perfect body in the mirror, Li Wei's last trace of anxiety vanished.

He did not continue to test the force of 5.56mm and above. On the one hand, the duration of [Rage] was limited, and on the other hand, he had expectations for the strength of this force. His intuition told him that he was not yet able to withstand the powerful kinetic energy brought by rifle bullets.

He put on his pajamas, listened to Don Quixote's deafening snoring downstairs, and lay back down on his bed.