Being carried onto an ambulance at the start? But this is America!

As soon as Miles entered the repair shop, he was like a fish back in water. He skillfully took the tools Will handed him, put on his oil-stained work clothes, climbed up the ditch, and began his busy inspection.

His movements were precise and swift; he disassembled parts and replaced components in one go, and sweat soon beaded on his forehead, yet he did not pause for a moment.

"The engine noise is from carbon buildup on the valve lifters, not cylinder scoring. Will, give me a bottle of carburetor cleaner!"

"The bulletproof glass is fogging up in the middle? That means the seal has failed. We need to use a vacuum pump to evacuate it and inject inert gas... There aren't many people in all of Los Angeles who can do this job better than me!"

With the spark plugs replaced and hydraulic oil injected, the dormant V8 engine roared back to life with a deep, lion-like roar.

Little Miles was also helping by handing him tools, watching his father work intently, occasionally stealing a glance at Li Ping, already dreaming about their future life.

Fletcher leaned against the doorframe, watching Miles's skillful maneuvering, and couldn't help but say to Li Ping:

"Boss, this Miles is really something. It was worth hiring him."

Li Ping smiled but didn't say anything.

He watched Miles's busy figure and began to make plans in his mind.

As night fell, the lights in the repair shop came on, casting their glow on the freshly cleaned car paint.

Miles crawled out from under the car, wiped the grease off his face, and grinned: "All done! The engine noise and fogged windows are fixed, and the flagpole is working again. It should last another ten years or so!"

Li Ping got into the car and tried it out. The engine ran smoothly, the previous strange noises disappeared without a trace, all the minor problems were gone, and the flagpole could be raised and lowered smoothly. He nodded in satisfaction.

I spent $1,000 on secondhand parts from Will and $300 on Miles, so the total cost was only $1,300.

"How much would this car be worth if we sold it?" Li Ping asked.

Miles thought for a moment and gave a professional assessment: "If it comes to someone who doesn't know its value, it's worth $30,000, but if it comes to collectors who are nostalgic for the old-school American dream, it'll start at least at $50,000!"

Li Ping's eyes lit up, and he was overjoyed.

Although this car is bulletproof, imposing, and good for showing off, for him right now, it's just a money-devouring monster.

With the fuel consumption of a V8 engine and several tons of bulletproof steel plates, driving it around Los Angeles would cost an unknown amount in fuel.

Driving this thing all over Los Angeles to unlock the map is not a good idea.

If you resell it, you can make at least $20,000. This deal is totally worth it.

Will rubbed his oily hands, his eyes fixed on the gleaming Cadillac, his thumb pointing straight up.

"Miles, your skills are fucking amazing! I was so envious watching that flagpole raising and lowering!"

He clung to the door frame of the repair shop the whole time without moving, and found that Miles's repair skills were indeed excellent.

Miles stood with his arms crossed, his worn-out work clothes unable to conceal the arrogance in his eyes, and waved his hands repeatedly.

"Don't give me that crap. I've already agreed to do something for Li Ping, so don't even think about messing with me!"

"???"

Will: I didn't say I invited you.

"No, no, no! Our shop is too small; one person is enough!"

Will shook his head repeatedly. He had heard about Miles before; his technical skills were undeniable, but his business acumen was lacking.

His primary goal in running the repair shop was to make money; repairing cars was secondary.

In-depth research into car repair techniques is the domain of research institutes; his repair shop cannot bear that responsibility.

"That's good, I was worried the boss might misunderstand!"

Miles visibly relaxed, but inwardly he thought, "This crappy place doesn't even have a decent lift. I wouldn't come here even if you paid me."

He was just thinking about how to refuse Will's invitation.

"Dad, I want to go to the lawyers' camp!"

Little Miles tugged at his father's clothes, his round eyes filled with anticipation, his little hands unconsciously clenching into fists. "I want to learn from Sister Roland and become the best lawyer in the future."

During their casual conversation, Li Ping learned about Miles's past.

This guy was a well-known car modification king in a small western town back in the day. He was said to be able to assemble high-performance armored off-road vehicles from scrap parts found in the junkyard, and his business was so booming that people would flock to his door.

I don't know how much of it is true or false.

Later, unable to resist his wife's fascination with the big city's prosperity, she insisted on encouraging him to sell his property and move to Los Angeles.

Buying shops with loans, buying houses in the suburbs, car repair shops without local connections are deserted, and the high cost of living sucks away savings like a vampire.

His wife filed for divorce, and in order to keep custody of his son Miles, he spent his last penny on lawyer fees. He won the case but lost everything, and now the father and son can only live on the streets in a broken-down car.

Homeless people in America are indeed either addicted to drugs, can't afford the bills, or are getting divorced.

These are the three great weapons for eliminating enemies.

He first took the father and son to Xiao Fu's grocery store, where the core members of the cooperative had already gathered.

Everyone was amazed when they saw Li Ping's new car.

Xiao Fu deftly took the outdoor gear Li Ping handed him: "Don't worry, boss, I'll put this big thing up for sale online tomorrow, I guarantee it'll fetch a good price!"

After Li Fan and the others quickly settled the accounts for the day, and there was nothing else to do, Li Ping parked the car directly in the backyard of the grocery store.

Little Miles tugged at Li Ping's sleeve and whispered, "Brother Ping, can we go to the camp now?"

"certainly."

Li Ping bent down, picked up the little guy, and said to Miles with a smile, "Come on, let me take you to see him."

The group returned to the bridge cave camp.

Hearing that a new member had joined, the camp was brightly lit at night. Mike whistled and patted Miles on the shoulder: "Brother, from now on, our cooperation and the camp's vehicles will depend on you!"

Devon kindly handed over a bottle of beer, his dark face full of goodwill.

Little Miles spotted Roland in the crowd immediately. Her short, stylish hair and sharp overalls made his eyes light up. He grabbed Li Ping's sleeve and whispered, "Is that the lawyer sister? She's amazing!"

The admiration in his eyes as he looked at Roland was almost overflowing, perfectly reflecting his yearning for being a lawyer.

After the welcome party, everyone set up a tent for Miles and his friends.

They could actually stay at the grocery store and set up a small house in the backyard, since Miles has a child with him, but little Miles really wanted to come and see.

It was late at night, and Li Ping lay in his tent. His muscles hadn't grown much in the past few days.

The [Wanderer] talent had already enhanced his physical body to the extreme. Even after switching to the identity of a driver, the [Wanderer] talent was still in effect, only with half the power.

The tent canvas is uncomfortable, and even though it's almost October, it sometimes lets in a chilly draft when the night wind blows.

He touched the thick wad of cash in his inner pocket and thought to himself, "It's time to rent a place."

When I was poor, living in a tent was okay, but now that I have money, I don't feel safe at all.

Ideally, we should also find a safe place for the brothers in the camp to stay.

There's a lot of work to do now, and he can't handle it all by himself. Everyone in the camp is talented, so we can't give up on them.

It was midnight in the blink of an eye, and the cards were refreshed again.