pjbooks Chapter 114 Searching for Lost Items, Skill Choices
Chapter 114 Searching for Lost Items, Skill Choices
Chapter 114 Recovering Lost Items, Skill Choices
Because of the slight delay, and the fact that the other party was riding a bicycle at a very fast speed.
So much so that even though the black man rushed as fast as he could, he still lost him at an intersection.
"Keep going at the traffic light ahead, turn left at the first intersection. Trust me, I know where they went."
Ma Jie gave a serious hint, because on the map in front of him, a huge prismatic question mark was moving rapidly.
I only discovered this bug by accident. The principle is that the bag in the hands of the biker was judged as a lost item.
When he saw the traffic light across the street turn on, this guy actually prepared to slow down and wait for the red light.
This made MaJack anxious: "Oh no, bro, have you ever seen a superhero obey traffic rules?"
"Just charge in! With you so indecisive, the criminals are already fucking celebrating with champagne."
After being verbally abused by his temporary teammate, the black guy gritted his teeth, turned on the gas, and narrowly crossed the asphalt road, almost scraping the front of a Hellcat.
"OK, this is the speed we want. Turn right at the next intersection."
"See that alley? Go in and keep pursuing."
"Hey shit, hurry up, man. Batman doesn't dawdle like you."
After chasing for about ten minutes, the prismatic question mark on the map finally stopped flashing, then suddenly disappeared again: "Stop! Stop!"
Ma Jieke quickly signaled him to stop the car and carefully looked around at the surroundings.
A dilapidated slum, with tin shacks crammed together at an odd angle.
The wall was covered with a torn-up notice of the community renovation plan, covered with a colorful layer of leafy retailer and hot girl door-to-door service guys.
Not far away, several black children were playing soccer with their backs bare. Judging from their accents, they were obviously not locals. They were probably the descendants of illegal immigrants, the most undocumented of all.
This makes sense. The legitimate descendants of the Eight Banners in America could receive a monthly salary and rations, so they wouldn't need to commit crimes in poor neighborhoods.
Real gangsters wouldn't be so blind. Only a bunch of black guys who have no job, no welfare, and are too lazy to do dishes would take such a risk.
"Woof woof, woof woof..."
Just as he was at his wit's end, not knowing where to look for someone, Bruce suddenly yelled, then grabbed his trouser leg and pulled him forward with all his might.
Ma Jie immediately understood: humans have about 5 million olfactory cells, while dogs can have 200 to 300 million, which is about 40 to 50 times more than humans.
The little guy just bit the robber's butt, so the scent was naturally retained, directly triggering the Bloodhound mode.
Sure enough, with Bruce's guidance, they successfully found an abandoned basketball court.
However, this basketball court has been transformed into a temporary campsite. The outer perimeter is a rusty fence, and several tents are pitched inside. Access is through a small, locked iron gate.
Besides the tents, you can also see a motorcycle, a stove made of scrap bricks with cooking utensils next to it, several supermarket shopping carts piled with daily necessities, and a clothesline running across the basketball court with a few tattered clothes that have just been washed hanging on it. I don't know where they got their water source.
"Shh, be quiet, baby." MaJack gestured for Bruce to stop moving forward and cautiously hid to the side to spy.
Wow, this little campsite is pretty well-maintained. Los Angeles has no shortage of these kinds of homeless gathering places.
After all, nobody's a fool. Everyone knows that it's almost impossible to survive in solo mode; sticking together is the answer in this version.
Hiding outside the camp, the conversation inside quickly reached my ears.
"Fuck! That damn stupid dog, I'm going to catch it and make soup from it!"
"Haha, you should be glad he didn't bite your balls."
"Come and see what we got today. This bag looks pretty high-end."
"Help me apply the medicine first, you idiot! If I have rabies, you'll be the first one I bite!"
Just as the two were arguing and cursing, the small iron gate was suddenly kicked open from the outside.
Upon hearing the commotion, the two black men immediately rushed out of the tent, one of them with half his buttocks bare.
"Wodefa, how did you find your way here?"
The black man who had been driving the motorcycle earlier was holding a machete and sizing up the tall, burly stranger.
"Hand over the bag; that item doesn't belong to you."
"What?" The other person was shocked. "Have you lost your mind, bro? Look at my skin color, then look at yours. Are you sure you want to come here to uphold justice?"
"This has nothing to do with skin color." The man shook his head, his eyes incredibly resolute. "To be honest, I don't want to hurt anyone, but I saw this, and I have to do something about it. I served in the Marine Corps, and I have to live up to my identity and conscience. Hand it over, and everyone will be at peace, okay?"
"Bauer, what are you still wasting your breath on him for? Go up and stab him, then he'll know what real power is."
The black man who had been bitten on the butt pulled up his pants, casually picked up a discarded metal pipe from the ground, and pretended to be ready to fight him two against one. "Hey guys."
Just when they thought victory was assured, a very abrupt voice suddenly came from behind them.
Ma Jie jumped over the back of the basketball court and landed on the broken sofa in the corner.
At the same time, Bruce rushed over and pounced, biting the opponent's wrist that was holding the weapon, instantly crippling him.
The original two-on-one situation instantly reversed, with the two flanking the other black man wielding a knife and taking him down to the ground.
"Fuck you!" Without a word, Ma Jie straddled him and delivered a powerful punch that slammed into the man's nose. "You dare to cut my dog? Are you tired of living?"
"Stop hitting me, stop hitting me, let's talk this out, buddy."
Boom! Another punch, merciless: "What the hell are you talking about? Do you know I'm in charge of this back alley? You guys went there to rob other people's bags, you're showing no respect to me, Jack Ma, understand?"
"You...you wouldn't happen to be that Asian boxing champion, would you?" Upon hearing this name and seeing his appearance, the other person immediately put on a mask of pain.
The once invincible Blood Gang leader was forced to leave Los Angeles after a street brawl with the Blue Hair Squad.
Steel Fist Hall, who controlled the Clean Clothes Faction, also had one eye gouged out by him with a pen, and his whereabouts remain unknown.
This kind of street thug, who would kill anyone who stood in his way, was already well-known in the poor neighborhood.
"You're smart to know what's good for you." Upon hearing that the other person recognized him, Ma Jie grabbed him by the collar and demanded, "How many people are in your camp?"
"Five, oh no, six...six people." The other person was so frightened that they could barely speak.
"Alright, when they get back, warn your companions for me: if anyone dares to pickpocket or rob in the slums again, I'll burn your kennel down, understand?"
"I understand, I understand. I'll never go there again, I promise."
"I swear to God!"
Seeing how frightened he was, Ma Jie didn't bother to say anything more.
Picking up the expensive Chanel handbag from the ground, he swaggered out of the basketball court with Bruce and his black brother.
"Bro, what's your name?"
Once on the motorcycle, Ma Jie asked curiously.
"Bubu".
"Bubu?" Ma Jieke couldn't help but exclaim, "That name is way too childish, it doesn't suit your image at all."
"But that's my name, it's always been like this since I was a child."
"Alright, let's go back to the poor street and find the owner, so we can bring our righteous journey today to a perfect close."
Sitting on his motorcycle, Ma Jie took advantage of the return journey to open the mission panel.
As expected, the side quest was marked as completed.
[Lock Rewards]: When making a skill selection, choose any unselected skill to lock it, so that it will always appear in the next reward.
【Manipulate the Shop (Consumption)】: After selecting a skill, the skill rewards for the next 5 times will only include random skills associated with that skill.
[Quantum Tracking]: Mark any carbon-based life form within the field of view and permanently display its coordinates on the map. The current maximum number of markings is 0/1.
Wait... at first glance, it seems like all of these are mechanical-based games?
Locking rewards is easy to understand; it's the most common mechanism in roguelike games. It's a great solution when you have trouble making choices, but the downside is that it takes up a reward slot.
Manipulating the shop is not hard to understand. Simply put, it means that if you take this skill, it's as if you get nothing this time.
But the next time you choose a skill, it'll be great, like getting [American Iaijutsu].
The next five skill rewards will only refresh shooting skills related to [American Iaijutsu], allowing you to quickly upgrade the skills you want to upgrade.
However, and this is still a "but," what if you don't get the skill you want the next time it refreshes?
For example, if all the people listed are "auto mechanics," "welders," or "plumbers," it's practically the same as going to jail.
Therefore, the best solution is to first obtain prerequisite skills, such as the [Golden Ticket].
In this way, if you randomly get three characters that you don't want to upgrade, you can refresh the page again, or even more times.
As for quantum tracking, it has appeared before, and I was quite interested in choosing it at the time, but it ultimately lost out to the godlike experience.
After all, the skill's potential is exceptionally high, almost equivalent to having a full-map cheat.
For special professions like detectives, investigators, and assassins, it's the ultimate skill.
It's equally effective for car chases, street battles, tracking, and finding hiding places.
Putting everything else aside, just stand on the street, mark any leaf seller, and you can immediately find their planting base.
In situations like today, if we had been able to mark them back then, would we have needed to go through all this trouble?
They brought a few helpers to launch a surprise attack and wiped out his base.
Based on practicality and skill ceiling, I directly acquired [Quantum Tracking].
When they returned to the scene, a large crowd had gathered, and a Dodge Charger police car was parked on the side of the road.
It looks like the owner has called the police and is arguing heatedly with them.