America: The Gear-Up Detective

Chapter 75 Equipment

Jackson fell to the ground, clutching his chest.

The thick-lipped Black woman behind him, seeing this, threw her handbag at the burly Black man and yelled in a shrill voice, "Fuck you! Darian Weaver, how many times do I have to tell you, we've broken up! Stop bothering me!"

He then turned and helped Jackson up from the ground, asking softly, "Are you alright? I'm sorry..."

But Jackson, who had been kicked to the ground and was now under the influence of alcohol, shook off the black woman's hand and glared at the burly man in front of him, saying, "Fine, fine, fine."

Then he struck a boxing stance.

Looking at Jackson's professional stance, Rod thought Jackson was an unassuming fighting expert. After all, anyone who could get into the police department and work in the murder and robbery division must know a little bit about fighting.

The moment Jackson got into position, Darian Weaver, a burly black man, stepped forward and delivered a powerful right hook punch to Jackson's outstretched arm.

"Bang!"

Jackson fell to the side, and before he could get up, Darian straddled him, clenched his fists, and slammed them into Jackson.

For a moment, Jackson could only cover his head and barely defend himself, completely powerless to fight back.

Seeing this, Rod put down his wine glass and stepped forward.

He casually picked up a white tablecloth from the table.

He pushed away the black woman behind Darian Weaver who was scratching his thick lips.

He then threw the tablecloth over Darian's head, blocking his view, and then kicked Darian in the back.

Taking advantage of the moment, Jackson quickly got up, wanting to go up and fight Darian Weaver again, but was stopped by Rod.

"What the f...!" Jackson's eyes were red and swollen, his gaze fixed on Darian, who was still pulling the tablecloth on the ground. Fortunately, he remained calm and knew that he was a policeman, so he never drew his sidearm from his waist.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Rod quickly stepped forward, unbuckled Darian's belt, pulled it out and held it in his hand, then pulled down his jeans to his knees to prevent him from getting up and hurting people again.

Jackson and Rhodes were about the same height, while this Darian Weaver was twice as strong as Jackson. If he could knock Jackson down with a hook punch, he could certainly knock down Rhodes with one punch.

Don't underestimate the advantage of weight in combat or boxing.

After Rod pulled out his belt, before he could even read the system notification, Darian Weaver ripped off the tablecloth.

Fortunately, his pants were already off, making it difficult for him to get up. He could only sit on the bar floor, muttering, "Fuck! Fuck! Which son of a bitch is this..."

Seeing Darian Weaver becoming increasingly agitated and spewing profanities, Rod took out his badge and waved it in front of him.

"You should be glad it's my off-duty time, otherwise I could take you straight to the police station to calm down," Rod said coldly, staring at the burly black man.

Darian pulled up his pants, glanced at the police badge in Rod's hand, his expression changed slightly, then he glared fiercely at the black woman who was supporting Jackson, and walked away without looking back.

[Wolf Soul Sensing] Not sensing Darian's malice towards him, Rhodes stopped paying attention to him.

Only then did Rod pick up his belt and glance at the system notification.

[Big Stomach Belt: After equipping it, your appetite will be greatly enhanced and your digestive system function will be improved.]

effect:

True Taste Fist: The first punch delivered after entering a state of hunger, with 20% increased power and 20% increased stamina consumption.

Rhode frowned as he read through the equipment description, took a deep breath, and thought, "Another useless piece of equipment. I can only exchange it for experience points."

The effects and skills of this equipment are completely useless, but at least it was obtained for free, so there's not much to ask for.

At this moment, Connor, Hank, and the others who were sitting inside came over, looked at Jackson with his bruised and swollen face, and then looked at Rod holding a belt in his hand.

Hank asked in confusion, "What happened here just now? It sounded really noisy."

Because Jackson and Darian were surrounded by onlookers during the fight, the people in the innermost booths didn't see what happened, except for the loud noise.

As the crowd dispersed, they finally came over.

Jackson covered his face as the black woman asked the bar counter for a pile of ice, which she slowly applied to Jackson's face.

Upon hearing Hank's question, Jackson blushed, though thankfully it wasn't noticeable on his dark skin.

Rod explained with a laugh, "Jackson got beaten up, luckily I intervened in time..."

Jackson retorted, "He was the one who lacked sportsmanship and attacked me first, otherwise..."

Before he could finish speaking, he grimaced and covered his mouth.

Connor smiled and didn't take it to heart, saying, "Fortunately, you can rest for the next few days, so you don't have to work while injured."

Jackson gave an awkward smile and then resumed talking to the black woman next to him.

Seeing that it was almost time and they needed to drive home, the group decided not to drink too much and left one by one.

Rod had also been drinking, so instead of driving home himself, he called an Uber and sat in the car waiting.

Taking advantage of this time, Rhode recycled the equipment [Big Eater Belt] into the system and converted it into experience points.

[Successfully recycled equipment, gained 941 experience points.]

Current experience points: 1029

"Over 900 experience points? It seems that in the system's assessment, this equipment isn't entirely useless?"

It can at least slightly improve combat power, and 900 experience points is acceptable.

The last time, even that useless [White Jade Brush] still gave me over 600 experience points.

Rod sat in his car waiting patiently, and then saw Jackson walking out of the bar with his arm around the black woman. He smiled and shook his head.

On the street opposite the bar, inside a black pickup truck, another pair of eyes were glaring menacingly at Jackson and his companion as they drove away.

……

An hour later, Rod returned to his grandfather's ranch.

Grandpa is now able to move around freely.

It was just some scratches and bites, the wounds weren't deep, and after getting vaccinated, there was basically nothing to worry about.

Good evening, Grandpa.

Edgar nodded. "Have you eaten?"

"My colleagues and I had a get-together tonight, and we've already eaten."

......

After a quick wash, Rod returned to his room.

After thinking about it, I sent a message to Liu Qingxi.

"Are you free tomorrow? I'm on vacation for the next couple of days, I'll come visit you."

A few minutes later, she replied, "Okay."

Then they sent me a hotel address.

Looking at the brief reply, Rod knew that Liu Qingxi probably had some guesses in her mind. She would only have time to take a vacation after the case was finished. Rod did not tell her directly about Evelyn's condition, which meant that the worst had happened.

This can be considered a small hint from Rhodes, so that when he tells her tomorrow, she can be mentally prepared in advance.

She then replied, "Get some rest, goodnight."

"Good night!"

Before going to sleep, Rhodes glanced at the system, and a panel appeared before his eyes.

Name: Rod Lee

Age: 25

[Height/Weight: 186/84.9]

[Position: Detective (Murder and Heist Division)]

【property:

Strength: 10.4 (+1.1)

Agility: 10.0 (+1.1)

Constitution: 9.3 (+1.1)