The American kill line? I, a demon hunter, don't eat beef.

[Name: Charlie Hanla, Wealth: 506 Gold Coins (Viewable)]

[Personality Tags: (Irritable) (Angry) (Drug Addict) (Indiscriminate Killing)]

[Biography: A former senior non-commissioned officer in the U.S. Army, he lost sight in his left eye during a battle and was discharged due to injury. After returning to civilian life, he struggled to find work and was unable to afford the high costs of his marijuana addiction. His RV was mortgaged to the bank, and he eventually fell into the line of death. He blamed the state government for all of this, so he dialed the 911 emergency number and picked up his weapon...]

Zhou Feng clung to the car, peeking out a little bit. After getting some basic information about the other party, he didn't dare to be careless. He turned to look at Miles, who was pale-faced beside him.

"Sir, can I borrow your pistol? Let me fuck him."

"Sir, are you kidding me?"

Miles almost instinctively refused; how could he possibly hand over a weapon to a stranger passing by?

Zhou Feng was not surprised by this. He kept a close eye on Charles's movements, and his tone became even more serious.

"Listen, sir! That madman is getting closer and closer. I don't want to die here with you, please believe me!"

Upon hearing this, Miles looked at Zhou Feng with a scrutinizing gaze, and finally gritted his teeth and handed over the jet-black pistol.

[FN 509 MRD-LE pistol, value: $749]

Zhou Feng took the pistol, the cold feel of it making his heart pound slightly. This was the first time he had ever touched a real weapon. But before he could fully appreciate it, heavy footsteps came from not far away.

Zhou Feng's expression darkened. The distance was too close; the opponent could take him down with a single shot. He had to find a way to draw attention away from the enemy.

He leaned against the police car, focused his energy, and spoke in his broken English in a loud voice.

"Charlie! Is that you!?"

Charlie Hanla, who was cautiously approaching the police car, paused when someone called his name, and frowned as he responded.

"Who are you? Why do you know me?"

"Have you forgotten? I'm Smith! Your comrade, old friend!"

"Smith...?"

Upon hearing the name, several familiar faces flashed through Charlie's mind, and his expression immediately relaxed a little.

Knowing his name and stating his military status, he must be a comrade-in-arms.

"Smith? What are you doing...?"

Before he could finish speaking, Zhou Feng seized the opportunity when the other party's attention was diverted.

He immediately peeked out, aimed, and fired—all in one fluid motion.

Two loud bangs were heard from behind the police car.

Before Charlie could even react, he felt a sharp pain in his abdomen, and his body collapsed uncontrollably to the ground, unable to move.

Seeing this, Zhou Feng got up from behind the police car and quickly approached Charlie who had fallen to the ground.

He kicked the shotgun away before stepping forward to check the other person's vital signs.

He's still alive, but he wasn't hit in a vital spot.

This frustrated Zhou Feng. He fired two shots, both aimed at the head, hoping to kill with one shot.

As a result, one bullet missed the target, while the other hit Charlie in the abdomen.

If the other party hadn't been so intoxicated this time, I wouldn't have been able to fool him at all with my heavily accented English.

It's a bit of a pity, but not much.

"Looks like I need to practice more at the shooting range when I have the chance, otherwise I'll just have to rely on luck if I encounter this situation again."

Zhou Feng approached Miles, intending to return the pistol to him, but found that Miles was looking at him with a very strange gaze.

"Sir, I'm not a male bro, I don't do gay things."

Miles chuckled when he heard this.

"Haha, you're a very humorous gentleman. Thank you for saving my life. I will definitely apply for an honor for you from the police station."

Zhou Feng waved his hand, indicating that he didn't care about these things.

Seeing this, Miles didn't delve deeper into the topic, but instead asked the question that had been bothering him.

"Sir, how did you know he was a soldier, and how did you accurately name his comrades?"

Zhou Feng shook his head upon hearing this.

"I'm just guessing about his profession, and his nickname too, since Smith is the most common surname in the United States."

As soon as he finished speaking, the faint sound of sirens could be heard in the distance.

Zhou Feng knew it was time to leave.

He placed the pistol beside Miles and turned to leave.

Miles immediately spoke up upon seeing this.

"Sir, you haven't told me your name yet!"

Zhou Feng did not turn around, leaving only a solitary figure, which stretched long in the setting sun.

He waved his hand, his calm voice drifting gently into Miles' ears on the breeze.

"If you absolutely have to give me a name, just call me LF (Harmony Protection)."

"LF?..."

Miles frowned and muttered to himself.

……

After putting on a show of bravado in front of the police officers, Zhou Feng didn't forget his purpose for coming. He continued farming in the wilderness and also collected the system rewards.

[Congratulations, host, on completing mission two. Your reward is being distributed.]

[Legendary skill fragments have been added to your inventory.]

[Random skills are being drawn]

The virtual turntable spun rapidly, finally bursting out with a burst of purple light.

[Congratulations to the Witcher for acquiring the epic skill "Eagle Eye"]

[Eagle Eye: When normally activated, the Witcher's vision is doubled; when fully activated, the Witcher's vision is tripled, and all ranged weapon proficiency is raised to Mastery.]

Upon seeing the skill nicknames, Zhou Feng was speechless. System, you're terrible at naming things!

Why not call him Zhao Dezhu instead of Hawkeye?

The next moment, the turntable disappeared.

Zhou Feng felt as if the world before him had suddenly become high definition.

In the distance, the textures on the trees, the silhouettes of people talking on the high-rise buildings, and the strands of hair on the clothes of pedestrians.

They could even clearly see a black pickpocket stealing a woman's expensive handbag 500 meters away.

He could even make out the logo on the wallet, two overlapping black letters—LV.

This skill is quite practical.

Zhou Feng retracted his previous assessment and gave high praise.

If things don't work out in the future, I can use this skill to become an assassin and take the enemy's head from thousands of miles away.

……

Four hours later, he had searched most of Silver Lake. Since a gunfight had just taken place nearby, no one bothered him.

The following items were obtained:

[A copy of "One Hundred Years of Solitude", valued at $7]

[A pair of Chrome Hearts sunglasses with one half of the frame shattered, valued at $50]

[A Yamaha FG830 series guitar in ordinary condition, valued at: $200]

……

These are Zhou Feng's haul from his jungle adventure today. Including the iPhone 17 he received earlier, he earned approximately two thousand US dollars from this jungle trip in Silver Lake.

Zhou Feng was very satisfied with this. He found a snakeskin bag, put all the items inside, and then walked towards the subway station with the bags.

Zhou Feng's strength is now a full 1.1, comparable to that of a professional American athlete, so carrying these junk items is no problem for him at all.

Along the way, Zhou Feng's attire drew attention from many pedestrians.

He ignored these stares.

A bunch of city bumpkins, don't they know what's so interesting about this place?

Haven't you ever seen a beggar earning two thousand dollars a day?

And so, carrying the scrap metal, Zhou Feng took the subway from Yinhu District all the way to a thrift store (second-hand recycling store).

At the same time, the system notification sounded again.

[Ding! Witcher, we have detected that you have arrived at the "Goblin Recycling Shop". A new quest has been assigned to you.]

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