America: A Prodigy of Stereotypes

“I know that everyone here is a pitiful person,” Gwen said.

“Flint owes a lot of money, and his daughter is sick. He needs a lot of money, and I’m helping him,” Steve told Gwen.

“How can you help Flint?” Gwen asked Steve.

“I’ll charge him for all the sweaters I knitted, so he can make a lot of money.”

“The two of us together can earn 90 dollars a day,” Steve said.

"Let me calculate it."

The results came out quickly, and Gwen shook her head.

"The unit price of sweaters is too low. If you work 30 days a month, you can only earn 2700 yuan."

Flint stared wide-eyed; this was something he hadn't expected.

He dropped out of high school before finishing, and math was his weakest subject.

He could knit two sweaters a day with his machine, while Steve could only knit one.

The shelter's wages were only enough to provide them with basic living income, not opportunities to get rich; this was planned from the beginning.

Flint thought that being homeless meant receiving money directly from charitable donations.

His expectations were repeatedly shattered.

Flint looked down at the two cartons of milk on his plate.

At least there's milk, right? We can save up these foods that can be stored for a long time and use them as nutritional supplements for our daughter.

“You can check the expiration date; this is nearing its expiration date,” Gwen reminded him, seemingly reading through Flint’s thoughts.

Flint glanced up at Gwen, picked up the carton of milk, and looked at the expiration date on the packaging. The two cartons of milk would expire in two weeks.

"How could this happen?" Flint murmured.

“Flint,” Gwen called out.

"what?"

“You desperately need help, don’t you?” Gwen asked.

"……Yes."

"Gwen, can you help him?"

Steve gradually realized that Flint seemed even less sharp than he was.

"I have an idea."

“Flint, you’re not miserable enough yet,” Gwen said.

"What do you mean?" Flint squinted.

"You need to be even worse."

“You mean…” Flint began to think.

“Flint, you still have a bottom line, but you need to break it.”

“That’s all the advice I can give,” Gwen said.

"What do you mean by 'bottom line'?" Steve asked, looking at Flint, who was deep in thought.

"I understand, thank you," Flint said to Gwen with a pained expression.

“Johnny, I… I have to leave tonight.” Flint’s eyes showed determination.

“They’ll come looking for you,” Steve said.

"It's alright."

“I need to be even worse, I wish I could be bad enough to be on TV,” Flint said.

"On TV?"

“I’ll get you on TV,” Steve said to Flint after a moment’s thought.

“Tell me, when do you want to be on TV?” Steve asked.

"Can you do it?"

Flint carefully examined Steve Rogers' face and subconsciously believed that "Johnny" could do it.

“Then let’s do it the afternoon of the next day,” Flint replied.

"Believe me."

"Are we going to be on TV too?"

The homeless people behind Flint and Steve heard their loud plot, and Peter and Liqun also turned to look at Gwen, Steve and Flint.

"I'm sorry, tomorrow afternoon might not be a very good experience," Steve said apologetically to the person behind him.

"Johnny, do whatever you want."

"You are a war hero."

In the shelter's communal bathroom, the homeless men had seen each other naked. Every scar on Steve's body was a medal; he conquered the hearts of the homeless men in the shelter with his powerful physique alone.

What is the plan?

Someone approached Steve and asked.

"We'll know tomorrow afternoon," Steve smiled.

Li Qun had a bad feeling.

Captain Steve, who has lost his memory, doesn't have the wisdom to plan a perfect operation; he might resort to clumsy methods to attract the attention of a homeless TV show crew.

……

As night fell, shelter staff checked the rooms, and Flint secretly left the shelter. His whereabouts were unknown, prompting the staff to immediately call the police. The New York Police Department dispatched two officers to search for Flint.

It is common for homeless people to escape from shelters, and the police do not pay much attention to it. Police officers are less effective at finding them than citizens who report them for reward.

The next day at noon, Steve moved his plan forward, only to discover a flaw in it.

Steve quickly finished his lunch, observing the others' eating speed with a look of anxiety on his face.

After everyone else had finished lunch, Steve began his efforts to attract the television crew.

"Hey! Where's Flint?!"

Steve suddenly jumped onto the dining table.

"Johnny, come down right now!"

“Where’s Flint? Where did Flint go?” Steve asked the people at the internment facility.

Flint is gone!

“Where did you send Flint? He has a two-year-old daughter, and his daughter can’t lose her father!” Steve shouted at the shelter staff.

"Leon, Peter, Gwen, don't look back, get in the car."

Ms. Martha took out her phone and called the police. She then pushed the three young people into the community's van and made them sit down.

A little over ten minutes later, a police car pulled up in front of the shelter, and officers Tommy and Earl got out.

When they entered the shelter, they found that "Johnny" had beaten everyone in the shelter to a pulp.

We need reinforcements!

Tommy and Earl drew their guns and pointed them at Steve, but Steve didn't give them a chance to fire, instantly disarming the two unfortunate officers.

“I think I have a broken finger!” Black officer Earl shouted.

“What’s gotten into him? This is assaulting a police officer!” Tommy shouted.

Ten minutes later, five police cars arrived, and newly appointed police inspector George Stacy arrived at the scene to direct the operation. The camera crew of the homeless show that aired in the early morning also arrived at the scene. It was a big event, and a large number of onlookers appeared out of nowhere.

Chinese-American police officer Tommy reported the situation on the New York Police Department's communications channel, describing Steve, who had beaten everyone up, as being like Sylvester Stallone from "First Blood".

"Dad!"

Gwen ran out of the car, and Li Qun and Peter followed closely behind. George, who heard his daughter's voice, turned around and felt a chill run down his spine.

"Gwen, what are you doing here?"

“Peter, Lyon, and I are volunteering, and the food we make is delivered here.”

“Johnny just wants to find his friend,” Gwen explained to George.

“Johnny? Do you know that rampaging man inside?” George asked.

"Johnny will calm down once we find Flint."

The homeless show's cameraman pointed his lens at Gwen, and the host went up to her to ask about the situation.

“George, what do we do now?” The officers all looked at Inspector George.

“Go find that guy named Flint,” George ordered.

Two police cars drove away, and the production crew's car followed them as they went to look for Flint.

……

……

"Flint, the landlord will sell all my belongings!"

"It's okay, someone will help us get more money."

Why do you want us to become homeless with you?

"That's tragic enough."

"Flint, I don't understand."

“Now, we’re going to play a homeless family living on the streets, and our daughter is sick,” Flint explained to his wife.

Do you understand what I mean?

"...This is a lie, and the lie will be exposed." Flint's wife turned pale.

“This is all for our daughter; her illness is real,” Flint said.