parentshiftbook Chapter 24 The whole gun came out
Chapter 24 The whole gun came out
Before long, Li Ang arrived at the Atlas Iron Pavilion.
I'll still spend $3 to get a day pass.
[You have received a task: Physical fitness is equally important. Please complete 12 standard bench presses with a 7.5 kg dumbbell on each side]
[Reward: Physique +0.1, Learning Coins +20]
"pretty!"
Li Ang thought to himself.
The system is really good.
The task of getting free physique and learning coins is back.
At this point, Li Ang was basically certain that in places like libraries and gyms in 60 America, as long as there were no ongoing tasks, he could basically get learning and fitness-related tasks, thereby gaining intelligence or physical attribute points.
Moreover, whether it's because his physique is only 0.6 or for some other reason, the physique tasks generated by the system are practically free.
Definitely not to be missed!
Before he could dwell on it, Li Ang started bench pressing. After 12 reps, he successfully gained 0.1 physique.
Feeling an increase in strength and endurance once again, Li Ang was very satisfied with the training process.
Meanwhile, at the Atlas Iron Pavilion, Li Ang also noticed something.
Just as he finished bench pressing more than ten times and rested after doing two sets of pull-ups, he noticed a group of people gathered around watching others arm wrestle.
Li Ang had seen many similar things in China in his previous life, but he never expected that arm wrestling could actually make money in America.
In a formal arm-wrestling competition, the first-place prize is over a thousand US dollars.
This is a considerable income for Li Ang at this stage.
Of course, Li Ang understood that his physique was currently too weak.
At the same time, as a wizard, making money in this way is still a bit lacking.
"Magic has a limited number of uses in America."
"Reselling will increase skill cooldown."
"Forget it, for now, grinding experience and gaining attribute points is the right way to go."
Making money is a gradual process.
……
After leaving the gym, Li Ang headed straight for Martin's Grocery Store at 23 Maxwell Street.
When he arrived, he saw Martin pulling down the roller shutter.
"Li Ang?" Martin noticed him. "What, you've got another family heirloom?"
"Of course," Li Ang nodded, "but are you off work yet?"
Martin laughed. "It's alright. I really liked the two coins you transferred to me before, and I'm also looking forward to this treasure. But let's go somewhere nice to relax first, and then we can talk about what to do next."
"Can."
Li Ang waited there for a while, then Martin locked the grocery store door, and the two of them walked out together.
After walking a few dozen meters, Martin looked at the dark area where a streetlamp was broken and chuckled, "The tax bureau is more proactive than anyone else at collecting taxes, but they still need to fix broken lights! Look how inconvenient it is to be in the dark!"
After spending more time with him, Li Ang found Martin to be quite interesting.
Especially after he spent $800 to buy one of his silver coins, Li Ang found him even more agreeable.
Just as he was about to reply to Martin, two black men dressed in black suddenly emerged from the shadows by the roadside.
It must be said that Black people have powerful racial talents.
Even with Li Ang's intelligence reaching 1.3 and his eyesight greatly enhanced, he almost failed to see the two people clearly.
They want to...
Zero-dollar purchase?
Li Ang became alert, raised his left hand, and silently recited the incantation "Thunder Slash".
"Since we're going to use magic, it seems we'll have to cast another [Suggestion] spell on Martin afterwards."
Unexpectedly, after noticing the two black men, Martin casually opened his jacket and spun it behind him. The old man reached under his armpit with his right hand, drew his pistol, aimed it forward, and sneered, "If you don't want to die, get the hell out of here."
Upon seeing this, the two Black men immediately stopped, raised their hands, and shouted "NO," "NO" as they backed away step by step.
Li Ang saw clearly that one of the two black men was holding a switchblade, and the other was holding a dagger.
Once the two had retreated far enough, they hurriedly turned and ran away.
Li Ang looked at Martin, who was putting his gun away.
"I didn't expect you to have a gun!"
Martin chuckled, "Of course, it's only now that I'm soft-hearted. When I was younger, I would have shot each of them in the leg and called an ambulance for them."
"Call an ambulance? Why?"
Martin looked up at Li Ang and said, "You work at the Danube Clinic and know Nicole Nolan, so you should know that Chicago hospitals aren't cheap. Just those two guys went in there; it was worse than killing them."
"I see." Li Ang said, indicating that he had learned something new from Martin today.
"These two ruined my good mood, Li Ang. Here's a piece of advice: in Chicago, you need a car and a gun."
Cars and guns...
Che Li'ang could understand; in 60, Chicago's public transportation system was not well-developed, and many places didn't even have bus stops.
For example, before he moved, he had to spend more than two hours walking to and from get off work every day.
Indeed, as Martin said, before he learns teleportation magic and can use it at will in America, having a car is a good option.
As for guns, Li Ang felt that [Thunder Slash] was sufficient for his current needs, but he still asked, "Are guns easy to obtain for someone of my status?"
"Who are you?"
Without hiding anything, Li Ang told Martin about his "birth in France," his "fallen family fortune," and his "crossing the ocean" to Chicago, emphasizing that he had lost all his documents and was now, at best, an undocumented immigrant in the United States.
"Okay, that's easy. I'll take care of it for you. Just give me your name, place of birth, and approximate entry date. You can pick up your ID at the grocery store after get off work the day after tomorrow."
"Is that alright? Thank you so much."
"You're welcome." The old man smiled, revealing two gold teeth, and said calmly, "I already said, we're friends."
"Yes, we are friends."
"As for the gun..." Martin pondered for a moment, "I suggest you don't buy a black gun. I'll explain in detail after you get your identity sorted out. Illinois isn't very strict when it comes to gun control."
"it is good."
"By the way, once we buy the gun, I can teach you how to shoot. How about I charge you $20 an hour, since we're friends?"
$20...
Li Ang almost forgot that Martin was a cunning and ruthless old man.
$20 an hour? That's too expensive.
"Martin, let's talk about that after we've chosen a gun. Would you like to take a look at my collection first?"
"Yes, come with me, we're going to a nice place."
……
When Li Ang followed Martin to the entrance of a club with silhouettes of dancers hanging on the walls and bright lights, he realized that this might be the real nightlife of Chicago.
Two white security guards with arms thicker than Leon's neck stood in front of the club.
The security guard, who had been staring straight ahead with a serious expression, instantly switched to a fawning smile upon seeing Martin appear. "Mr. Wood, you've arrived. Please come in."
Martin and Li Ang entered the club without even a basic security check.