Descending upon the terrifying heavens as a superman

"What should I buy this time...?"

Zhang Yue was having a headache about what to bring with him on his journey to find the Dragon's Secret.

Paper money is definitely out of the question. Paper money from different worlds, who knows if it will be detected because of the same serial number? If that happens, a bunch of American agencies will come knocking on our door, and that would be a real mess.

So Zhang Yue's first thought was gold. He had already exchanged the few small yellow croakers he brought from the Republic of China era, and it would be a bit troublesome to buy gold again.

After much thought, I'll just buy some knock-off watches and go...

After all, while the United States was industrially advanced in the 80s, it didn't mean that its watches were at the forefront. At that time, Switzerland was the most developed country in the watch industry.

"Sigh, among the transmigrators, I'm probably the only one selling counterfeit watches..." Zhang Yue chuckled self-deprecatingly.

Other transmigrators, upon arriving in another world, either borrow money from petty thugs, rob and plunder, or directly kill a few wealthy people for money. Only he lived diligently and cautiously, always bringing his own watch with him every time he transmigrated...

After researching some popular watches from the 1980s online, Zhang Yue placed an order online, while simultaneously hesitating about whether to bring a gun with him...

You should know that in the US, bullets and firearms are rampant, and the models are even better than those in the Republic of China era.

I should have known better than to take it from Awei...

Over the next few days, Zhang Yue continued to cultivate the Eye of Life and Death while also practicing Maoshan Taoist arts to strengthen himself. At the same time, he didn't forget to conduct scientific research.

……

……

In the 1990s, in San Francisco, America...

In Chinatown, most of the roadside signs are printed with both Chinese characters and alphabetic scripts. The restaurants inside have also adapted to local customs, with most offering sweet and sour dishes to cater to foreigners.

There are roast duck restaurants, hamburger shops, fast food restaurants, and all kinds of restaurants that embody both Chinese and Western cultures, all gathered here.

In the streets and alleys, vendors set up their stalls in twos and threes, glancing around from time to time.

Among these vendors were people with black skin, people with yellow skin, and people with Mexican skin. The reason they were so nervous was that setting up a stall here was illegal.

The position of urban management officer is naturally the opposite of these street vendors. Of course, in the United States, urban management officers are directly under the jurisdiction of the police.

Not to mention, these people are all illegal immigrants.

Undocumented immigrants, without proper identification, can only find illegal jobs like washing dishes or setting up stalls and engaging in small businesses. What they fear most is not the police or urban management officers, but rather... the immigration bureau.

An ugly man with a pointed face was trying to sell a product to a black woman.

This ugly-looking man seemed to have gained experience in street vending. He simply wore a trench coat and hung all the products he wanted to sell on it. When the coat was open, he looked like a mobile vendor; when it was closed, he looked like a passerby.

He spoke in broken English, using a mix of words and gestures, "My darling from China, do you like it?"

"Treasure—"

"culture--"

"luck--"

The Black woman showed no interest in anything else, but when she heard about luck, she seemed very interested and started talking to him, asking about his price.

At this moment, behind the ugly man, there was a handsome man with a slightly weathered face, who was observing something with a compass. Suddenly, he frowned and shouted to his teammates.

"Old Wang, something seems off..."

"Wait a minute, I'll finish this deal soon," the ugly man called Lao Wang shouted to his teammate, then continued haggling with the black woman.

"Authentic antiques from China can bring good luck; you definitely won't lose out."

"Really?" The Black woman smiled and looked at the product the man handed her. "Let me see your identification..."

Documents?

The ugly man didn't react at first, but he understood the next second.

Because the smiling Black woman pulled out an ID card, "U.S. Immigration Service, please turn around and put your hands behind your back—"

"Documents, oh, I have documents, I have them..."

The ugly-looking man pretended to be looking down and rummaging through his pockets, but the next second he screamed in terror at the black woman behind him. The black woman instinctively glanced back...

"Run! The police and immigration officers are here to arrest you!"

The ugly man shouted and ran away as fast as he could. Hearing the commotion, the immigration officers no longer bothered to hide their identities and began to arrest him.

A commotion erupted in the alley.

The black and Mexican people jumped up as if they had been sitting on a cactus, each using their own supernatural abilities to scatter and flee in all directions.

Some would simply pull a rope, and the cloth laid on the ground would immediately shrink into a bundle, which they could then use to run away.

……

The ugly man and his handsome teammate, one ugly and one handsome, were completely opposite in proportion, and both were of Chinese descent.

They stood out among the many illegal immigrants, so several immigration officers were chasing after them.

"To find the dragon vein and divide the gold, look at the winding mountains; each winding mountain is a barrier. Broadway on the left, Central Avenue on the right..."

"Stop talking nonsense, which way are you turning...?"

"To the right—"

But after they turned right, they realized they had chosen a dead end.

They were both dumbfounded...

The ugly man said anxiously and angrily, "Why is it a dead end? This Dragon-Seeking Technique doesn't work in America."

The handsome middle-aged man stared at his compass with a puzzled look, patted it, and said, "This doesn't make sense... This is clearly the way out..."

"stop!"

"Don't move, hands up!"

Immigration officers were chasing after them. The two men looked extremely grim. They were huddled together, trying to climb over the wall to escape, when suddenly they discovered that there was a third person in the alley.

"Gentlemen, what's going on here?"

Zhang Yue wore the magic glasses that Master Simu had bought for her, carried a bag on her back, and looked at them with a smile.

These two faces...

They're so distinctive; one's incredibly handsome, and the other's incredibly ugly.

Zhang Yue glanced at the two of them. This teleportation was quite reliable, unlike Mr. Zombie who teleported him outside Renjia Town...

Of course, Zhang Yue also saw the compass in the handsome man's hand. He looked at the compass with a puzzled expression, and then at the direction Zhang Yue was standing in...

They obviously found it themselves.

"Run! They're from the immigration office! Let's quickly build a human ladder and climb over this wall..."

Immigration Bureau?

Zhang Yue saw the police officers rushing towards them with stun guns and knew that this trouble was unavoidable.

The bronze sword in his baggage was unopened; he could use an antique as a substitute, but the firearms he brought...

And since he has no identity, if he is arrested he will definitely be sent away.

"Since that's the case..." Zhang Yue flicked his middle finger slightly, and a few wisps of insect-borne fungi floated in the air. Then he raised his hand and stood obediently in place.

Just as they rushed over and took out handcuffs to arrest the three...

Zhang Yue opened her Eyes of Life and Death—

Several police officers were momentarily dazed...

[P.S. The rural service program ended around the end of the 1980s, and the story begins 20 years earlier. Considering the timing of the wave of people going abroad, Hu Bayi is probably in the US around the 1990s at the beginning of the story.]