What the hell is the "kill line" when you're in America?

Looking at the bright red national emblem on the screen, Li Ang thought about going back every moment.

He leaned back in his chair, watching the people in the internet cafe with bloodshot eyes, some excited and some cursing at their screens.

He suddenly realized that he was no different from them.

However, they are trapped in the game, trapped in debt, trapped in drugs.

And I am trapped in this land.

He stood up and left the smoky internet cafe.

The wind on the street was getting colder, and Li Ang pulled his collar up.

He needs to be alone for a while.

He walked aimlessly down the street.

On the way back, the further we went into those poorer neighborhoods, the more horrifying things happened.

A person was lying on the roadside, wrapped in a thin blanket, asleep by the roadside.

The face was no longer visible, but a hand was sticking out.

The blanket was tattered and worn, and the wildly growing hair looked like it hadn't been groomed in a long time.

In the darkness of night, he lay motionless on the ground, his clothes tattered.

He was holding what looked like a small white flower in his hands.

That was probably the only thing about him that wasn't swallowed up by the night.

For those unaware of America's true feelings, this might seem like a very romantic scene.

A homeless man lies asleep beside a bouquet of flowers, showcasing America's unparalleled romance.

Whether Li Ang could see it clearly or not, was uncertain.

This person is already dead...

Dead beyond dead.

Li Ang's gaze fell on the top of the man's head.

The kill threshold is not displayed.

There were no tasks, no hints, just like a withered weed by the roadside, unnoticed by anyone.

Perhaps some people do care, but what they care about more is the value of his body.

His death, within this set of rules, didn't even deserve to stir up a ripple.

Because he has no value to be plundered.

He was simply swallowed up by the cold of this land.

Li Ang stood there, watching for a long time.

He felt neither sadness nor anger.

His surroundings constantly reminded him that he was in America.

He thought of Mike.

If I hadn't interfered, how much better would Mike's fate have been than this man's?

It probably won't be much better, right?

Li Ang turned around and walked in the opposite direction from the apartment.

He didn't want to go back.

That home was just a temporary place to stay, a cage with walls on all four sides.

Going back would just mean moving from a big cage to a small one.

He needs a real goal.

A goal that would allow him to break free from this land.

Come back home.

He needs a guide who is familiar with the underground rules of this land.

Li Ang thought of Jerome.

He took out his phone and dialed Jerome's number.

The phone rang for a long time before it was answered.

"Hey, Lee?" Jerome's voice sounded a bit noisy, with Anna's laughter in the background.

"Where are you?" Li Ang asked.

"In the RV? What's wrong? What happened?" Jerome asked, somewhat alert.

"I'll come find you."

Li Ang didn't offer any further explanation and hung up the phone.

......

Li Ang came here again and quickly found the familiar old RV.

Li Ang knocked on the door.

"Li? Come in quickly."

Li Ang stepped into the RV.

The car was very clean. Anna was sitting at a small table drawing. When she saw Li Ang, she looked up and gave him a sweet smile.

"Uncle Li!"

Her complexion was much better than before; it was no longer that sickly pale.

"Hello, Anna." Leon nodded.

"What would you like to drink? Beer or hot coffee?" Jerome rummaged through a small refrigerator.

"No."

Li Ang pulled up a chair and sat down. "I need to talk to you about something."

Seeing his serious expression, Jerome also stopped smiling.

He put headphones on Anna so she could listen to music, and then sat down opposite Li Ang.

"What happened?" Jerome asked in a low voice.

"I want to go back to China," Li Ang said directly.

Jerome was stunned.

He opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but didn't know where to begin.

"Go back to China?" he repeated. "You mean... go back to China?"

"Yes." Li Ang nodded emphatically.

"Li, are you crazy?"

"Do you know what that is? It's not as simple as buying a plane ticket!"

"That's called illegal immigration! It's gambling with your life in someone else's hands!"

"I know," Li Ang said calmly.

"You don't understand!" Jerome exclaimed, somewhat agitated. "Those people, they're called snakeheads, they're a bunch of ruthless devils who eat people without spitting out the bones!"

"They'll cramm you into a cargo ship's container, squeeze you in with hundreds of other people, and you'll eat, drink, and relieve yourself inside!"

"There is no doctor, no food, and no clean water on board!"

"Many people don't even make it to shore; they die on the way and are then thrown back into the sea to feed the fish!"

"Even if you're lucky enough to get there alive, do you think you're safe?"

"The smugglers will lock you up and force you to call home for money! If you don't get the money, they'll cut off your kidneys and sell them!"

Jerome became more and more excited as he spoke, and his spittle almost sprayed onto Leon's face.

"Li, you've really gone mad. Have you forgotten how you even came to America in the first place?"

Li Ang listened quietly as he finished speaking.

"I've considered all of what you've said," Li Ang continued, "So, what's your plan?"

"There's no way to prove it yourself. Do you have any identification documents?"

"There's no way," Jerome shook his head. "Lee, you have no idea what you're facing."

"It's a hundred times harder to get back to China from here than to smuggle yourself here from China."

"Those smugglers, all they care about is bringing people in, because that's where the money is."

"But they won't transport people out because it's not profitable and it's too risky."

He paused, seemingly organizing his thoughts.

"Unless...unless you're some big shot, or you possess some earth-shattering secret, and someone's willing to pay a fortune to get you out."

"But that's none of your business."

Jerome looked at Leon and asked the most crucial question.

Do you have any identification documents that you can use to prove your identity?

"Passport, green card, or even an expired driver's license will do."

Li Ang fell silent.

He doesn't even know if he can prove that he ever existed in this world.

"No." Li Ang slowly shook his head.

"Then it's completely hopeless." Jerome spread his hands. "The current system is too strict. There's facial recognition and fingerprint verification everywhere. It's completely different from what it was decades ago."

Jerome looked at Li Ang with pity in his eyes.

"Give up, Lee."

"You can't go back."

A long silence fell over the RV.

Anna seemed to sense the oppressive atmosphere. She took off her headphones, looked up from the drawing board, and looked at her father and Li Ang with concern.

Li Ang stood up and placed a stack of money on the table.

"I understand, thanks."

He didn't say anything more, he just nodded to Jerome.

Jerome said with some concern, "Dude, don't do anything rash. Even though your body is valuable, don't do anything reckless!"

Li Ang's lips twitched. What did it mean that he was valuable?

That's right, this is America, where corpses are worth more than living people.