Wandering America: My kill threshold is far ahead

Chapter 36 A resounding victory, preparations for the Northern Expedition!

Lu Dan Xia suffered a severe head injury, staggered a few steps, and slammed his head into the soccer table, causing a chorus of shouts from the crowd.

Upon seeing this, Vincent Hall instinctively reached for his lower back and immediately launched into a classic American Iaijutsu.

This is in the United States, where, according to official statistics, civilians own approximately 3.95 million guns, far exceeding the national population, and this does not include unregistered illegal firearms.

Don't even mention pampered playboys; it's perfectly reasonable for an old lady sweeping the streets to carry one around.

You say you want to ban guns because you don't carry one? Everyone must be equal.

Who will make up for my lack of freedom to bear arms?

There is no freedom if there is no equality, and no equality if there is no freedom.

There are very few countries in the world that can play with ideology in a perfectly closed loop.

Before he could even raise his gun, he saw a wine bottle spinning towards him, its size increasing in his pupils.

Bang! It hit his eye socket, shards of glass flying everywhere. Taking advantage of the moment of weakness, a nimble figure rushed over and kicked his hand.

The pistol was kicked vertically into the air, where it was caught steadily by Ma Jieke.

He originally had zero experience with this stuff, and didn't even know where the safety switch was. Now, thanks to his passive skill [American Iaijutsu Lv1], he's very skilled at clearing bullets and dealing with the crisis first.

In fact, according to US law, you have the right to empty the magazine if the other party points a gun at you, or even just makes a gesture that resembles drawing a gun.

However, in actual judgments, the "dispute-inducing principle" is usually followed.

It means that Tom insulted Jerry, Jerry insulted Tom back, and they started fighting. Jerry couldn't win, so he was about to draw his gun. Tom saw that things were going to get bad, so he used his speed to kill Jerry.

Then the self-defense argument is invalid because Tom started the dispute, and the judge will not side with Tom.

But then the problem arises again: if I get beaten to death for following principles, what's the point of the law?

Therefore, in practice, most people would rather stand and face 12 people (the jury) than lie down and be carried by 6 people (in a coffin).

Max, who had just been startled and was sweating profusely, quickly came to his senses and gave Jack a grateful look. If it weren't for Jack's quick reaction, he might have been done for.

Realizing he'd messed with the wrong person, Vincent Hall covered his bulging eyes and retreated to the corner, saying, "Hey, hey, I surrender, please stop fighting."

He never dreamed that he would find both Zhuge Liang and Pang Tong in this gathering place for homeless people.

If you're so talented, why don't you go pro and make a name for yourself instead of just staying here as an unemployed bum?

"Surrender?" Ma Jie stepped forward and grabbed his collar. "Easy for you to say. Let me ask you, who will compensate for the damage? And what about the emotional distress you caused Sandy?"

"OK, calm down, buddy." The young man gave a French military salute. "Can I have my wallet? I swear it's really just my wallet."

"Take it," Ma Jie said with a sneer. "Just don't let it be a second gun, or I'll arrange for you to meet God right now, no appointment needed."

"Okay, okay, calm down, buddy. I just acted impulsively. I didn't even turn on the insurance."

Vincent Hall quickly pulled out his wallet, counted out a wad of US dollars, thought for a moment, then took off his gold ring and placed it on the billiard table, saying nervously, "A little over a thousand dollars in cash, plus this ring, I think that should be enough to cover the compensation."

After exchanging a glance with Max, who indicated that it was time to stop while he was ahead, MaJack stopped coveting his watch and necklace.

After all, it's just asking for compensation, not robbery. If you go too far, they might sue you for robbery, and you'll be playing hide-and-seek with your uncle.

"May I leave now?" Vincent Hall, who had failed in his attempt to steal a chicken and ended up losing more than he gained, just wanted to escape from that den of iniquity as quickly as possible.

"Sure, no one here can restrict your personal freedom." After saying that, Ma Jie pulled Sandy closer. "But you still owe my friend an apology. You'd better be sincere and not try to fool me."

"I'm sorry, Sandy."

"Wrong attitude, start over."

"I'm...I'm so sorry, Sandy. I lied to you. I'm a fucking bastard..."

As he spoke, he raised his hand and slapped himself hard across the face. The sound was quite loud.

"Alright, get lost." Ma Jieke then let go: "Don't come to this poor street to cause trouble again. Nobody here welcomes you, and nobody will spoil you like your father did."

After saying that, she returned the gun and empty magazine to him to avoid giving anyone cause for gossip.

Vincent Hall helped up the bodyguard who had just woken up and was still in a daze, and ran outside as if fleeing.

As soon as he stepped out of the bar, he saw a disheveled homeless man, who appeared to be mentally ill, take off his pants in public, squat on the hood of his car, and defecate on the windshield of his sports car.

The surrounding crowd was full of onlookers recording the scene on their phones, laughing so hard they were doubled over.

"Get out of here."

After finally managing to chase the homeless man away, Vincent Hall, who was sitting in the driver's seat, almost threw up. He tried to wipe the windshield with the wipers, but ended up smearing it everywhere.

My mentality has collapsed, completely collapsed. Who am I? Where am I? What am I doing here?

"Hahaha, well done, buddy, that's our Skid Row hospitality."

"Get lost, trash. Remember to check the calendar next time you go out."

The luxury car drove away in an "S" shape amidst a chorus of curses, with passersby giving it the middle finger as a gesture of farewell.

With their side having won a resounding victory, Sandy excitedly hugged Max and Jack around the neck and gave them both a big kiss on the cheek.

"You two are so incredibly handsome, just like my older brother and sister. I've only ever received this kind of treatment from my cousin when I was bullied in elementary school."

"That's the power of teamwork," Max said. "We all come together to stick together and support each other. When one is in trouble, all lend a hand. That's why I formed the Blue Hair Squad. I may not be able to give you the best life, but I will definitely face danger with you."

What do you think, Jack?

Ma Jieke shrugged: "I don't have as many insights as you. All I know is that the police are coming soon. How are you going to explain this to the cops?"

"The police?" Max shook his head and smiled. "You're too naive, boy. I told Jimmy to call the police, but that was just a psychological tactic. How could we actually call the police? We can't stand being investigated. Who can say they haven't participated in looting and vandalism, or haven't been involved in illegal activities like Sandy? This is a poor neighborhood, not Pittsburgh."

"That's right." Jimmy chuckled as well. "It's a kind of team chemistry. It takes time to develop. Take your time, buddy. Street survival is a whole lot of learning."

"Alright, I've learned my lesson."

When the group returned to Happy Hour Bar, the first thing they did was divide the loot. They paid the owner, Gragas, several hundred dollars to repair the damaged tables, chairs, and other items.

The remaining amount was distributed by Max based on contributions, so both MaJack, one of the two Cs, and Ethan and his gang, who had been beaten, received a certain amount of compensation.

As for the ring, Ma Jie suggested using it as team funds to purchase some shared items for the camp, such as walkie-talkies, so that if they encounter danger while sweeping the streets, their companions can come to their aid immediately.

He also mentioned his idea of ​​reclaiming territory to Max, which can be summarized in one sentence: Northern Expedition!