Reborn in America: I Have an Equipment Slot

Chapter 125 Who would bring a gun to a meal if they're a good person?

As night falls, the Miami Financial Center building is brightly lit.

After a full day of hard work and discussion, the film script workshop was a complete success.

As Irving walked out of the conference room after the seminar, he stretched and rubbed his slightly sore neck.

To be honest, he had always thought that a script discussion meeting was just a group of lead actors, directors, editors and other people sitting together and reading the script aloud.

But after experiencing it firsthand, he discovered that script workshops were not as simple as they seemed.

The so-called script reading is not just about reading the script, but about vividly and realistically presenting the lines and characters' states, just like during actual filming.

Just as Irving was realizing that making movies wasn't as simple as he had imagined...

Walter, along with the director and screenwriter, walked out of the meeting room together.

"Irving, wanna grab something to eat? I know a really good Michelin-starred restaurant downstairs, their Italian food is amazing, wanna try it?"

"Sorry, Mr. Walter, I have some things to attend to. Let's do it another day," Owen said with an apologetic smile.

Seeing this, Walter didn't invite him any further. After exchanging a few pleasantries, he walked out of the company with the director and screenwriter.

Once most of the people had left, Irving finally breathed a sigh of relief.

He walked out of the company, went to the stairwell, and then dialed Ayesha's number.

After inquiring about the pawnshop's situation that day and confirming that everything was normal and nothing else had happened, Irving finally felt relieved.

Irving took the elevator to the building lobby.

As soon as I stepped out of the glass door, I saw a line of taxis waiting outside.

As Miami's financial center, it's still bustling with people even at 11 p.m.

Many white-collar workers were still at get off work at this time.

The local taxi drivers clearly knew what the market was like, and their taxis lined up in an orderly fashion, forming a long queue at the building's exit.

As Irving stepped down the stairs, a taxi driver pulled up beside him. "Sir, where are you going?"

"John's Pawnshop... never mind, let's find a McDonald's and grab something to eat first," Owen said after a moment's thought as he got into the car.

Half an hour later.

The taxi stopped in front of a McDonald's.

Irving took $10 out of his wallet, handed it to the taxi driver, and then got out of the car.

After ordering a classic set meal for two, Irving casually found a seat and sat down.

Looking at the familiar yet clean and tidy environment, Irving immediately relaxed.

Although McDonald's is a chain fast food restaurant with branches in many countries around the world.

But it's clear that the situation with McDonald's is different in every country.

As the birthplace of McDonald's, the United States naturally boasts the most authentic taste, and also offers the largest portions.

Just as Irving was looking forward to the classic two-person meal he had ordered.

Ring ring—

The shop door was suddenly opened.

Immediately afterwards, two black men wearing stockings and with blurred faces barged in.

The two men walked straight to the McDonald's counter, kicked the wooden board, and yelled, "Hey, buddy!! Hands up above your head, fucking get the money out of the register!!"

"WTF? Are you kidding me?" The female clerk standing behind the counter was speechless as she watched the two men rob the store with only a switchblade in their hands.

"F**K!! I'm not kidding!"

Seeing that the other party dared to mock him, a black man immediately became enraged, picked up a switchblade, and stabbed it hard into the counter.

Another Black man kicked the connecting door next to the counter hard.

Judging from his posture, it seems he intends to barge behind the counter and teach this female employee a lesson.

"Hey! Bro, let's talk this out!" Seeing this, the female employee who had just been laughing suddenly became clear-eyed.

She quickly raised her hands, and then, at the prompting of the two Black men, opened the cash register drawer and slowly backed away.

"That's more like it! I should have cooperated sooner! After all, you're just an employee, this isn't your money—"

"Shit!! Why is there so little money in there? Tell me! Did you employees hide it?!"

Hearing the robbers say this, the female employee pursed her lips and said helplessly, "I don't know anything! I'm just a shop assistant, I just started working today... The money is probably less because the boss just cleaned up this afternoon. If you're going to rob someone here, you might as well go to South Beach, there are plenty of rich people there —"

Before the female employee could finish speaking, the two robbers, who hadn't managed to steal much money, immediately frowned.

An enraged robber grabbed a bottle of iced cola from the counter and viciously threw it at the female clerk, yelling, "F**K!! Did I tell you to speak? If you say another word, I'll kill you with a knife!"

Seeing his companion about to lose it, another black man quickly intervened, saying, "Come on, Kevin, since we're already out here, let's check out the next place—"

As the two were about to leave, they noticed that even though it was 11 o'clock, there was still a customer sitting in the restaurant.

Seeing Irving sitting there calmly, as if he hadn't seen them at all, one of the black men's anger flared up instantly.

"Oh, Asians! I fucking love Asians the most!"

"Kevin, these Asians love to carry cash. Go rob him, and I'll keep an eye on things outside."

"no problem!"

The two black men decided to rob Irving in a few words.

Seeing the other person's unfriendly expression, Irving sneered disdainfully.

"Hey, you yellow-skinned monkey, what are you laughing at?" Old Black cursed as he slowly walked towards Owen.

"I'm laughing at you black guys for being so poor, you can't even afford to bring a gun when you go out to rob someone—" Owen said with a sigh.

Old Hei was instantly enraged when he heard this. He raised his switchblade and said viciously, "Fine, you're mocking me! I'll stab two holes in your legs later and see if you're still laughing then—"

Before the black man could finish speaking, Owen slowly pulled a Luger LCP pistol from his holster and chambered a bullet with swift movements.

I heard a "click" sound.

Old Hei froze on the spot, feeling completely numb.

Who is this kind-hearted person eating fast food at McDonald's who is carrying a handgun?!

Bro, you have no sportsmanship!

"Kevin, what's wrong? Stop dawdling, the police might be here soon!"

Hearing no movement from inside, Lao Hei immediately pushed open the door and came in.

When he saw Irving raise the dark muzzle of his gun and point it at him, Old Black's expression froze, and his already dark face turned even darker.

No, buddy?

You're eating McDonald's late at night and carrying a gun?

Is Miami really that safe now?