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

The veteran's pupils contracted sharply.

He stared intently at Li Ang, as if he were looking at a monster that had crawled out of hell.

There were seven or eight adult men lying on the ground around them.

Dead, wounded, maimed.

The young man with the Asian face in front of them didn't even have a disordered breathing.

"It's such a waste to have all your skills wasted here."

Li Ang repeated it.

The veteran's Adam's apple bobbed as he tried to speak, but he found his throat so dry it felt like it was on fire.

He leaned against the wall and slowly straightened up.

The wound on my left arm was still bleeding, and I was experiencing sharp pain in my back and shoulder.

But he seemed not to feel it.

All senses were focused on the man in front of them.

His gaze swept quickly over Li Ang.

He didn't have the posture of a soldier, nor did he have calluses from holding a gun.

They don't even have the muscle definition typical of fighting.

He looked like an ordinary, even somewhat thin, college student.

But that's exactly the kind of person he is.

In less than ten seconds, he took down eight armed men with his bare hands.

"Was that... just now?"

The veteran asked another question.

He remembered the strange pebble from before, and the inexplicable slip.

He suspected at the time that someone was helping him in secret.

But he never imagined it would be like this.

Does it matter?

Li Ang countered with a question.

He walked over to the thug whose sternum he had broken.

He pulled a pack of Marlboro cigarettes and a Zippo lighter from the other person's pocket.

He lit one of the sticks, but didn't actually burn it.

He simply held it between his fingers, letting the blue smoke rise gently.

Then he tossed the cigarette case and lighter to the veteran.

The veteran caught it instinctively.

He looked at what he was holding, then at Li Ang, his eyes filled with even deeper doubt.

"Does it need to be done?"

The veteran shook his head.

This minor injury is nothing to him.

"What unit are you from?"

The veteran asked the question that had been lingering in his mind: "Seals? Or Delta Force?"

In his view, only top-tier special forces could train such monsters.

"force?"

Li Ang repeated the word.

He didn't know what it was.

"I don't have any troops."

This answer left the veteran stunned.

He couldn't figure it out.

How could someone who hasn't undergone systematic training possess such terrifying fighting skills?

And that terrifying mental fortitude.

That calmness during the killing, and the precision with which he struck vital organs.

It's an instinct that only those who have been tempered through countless trials and tribulations, crawling out of mountains of corpses and seas of blood, possess.

"and you......"

"What's your name?"

Li Ang interrupted him.

The veteran paused for a moment.

He hasn't told anyone his name in a long time.

In this neighborhood, he was just a nameless, silent homeless man.

"Jack".

He finally said it: "Jack Lane."

"plum."

Jack's gaze fell on Li Ang once again.

"What you just used was a combination of Krav Maga and Systema techniques."

Jack said in a deep voice, "But it's not quite the same. I've never seen you exert force like this before."

He attempted to analyze Li Ang's strength from a professional perspective.

But the more he analyzed it, the more alarmed he became.

Li Ang's strength, speed, and reflexes.

It has completely exceeded the scope of human beings.

That's something that skill can't compensate for.

That was a pure, crushing, biological-level difference.

"What did you do for a living before?"

Li Ang asked.

Jack gave a self-deprecating laugh.

"I?"

He took a deep drag of his cigarette, as if trying to inhale all the bitterness into his lungs.

"Marine Corps".

He uttered that word.

His eyes held a complex emotion.

There is pride, nostalgia, and a lingering sense of loss.

"First Class Sergeant Major".

He added.

This is a very high rank in the Marine Corps.

He was someone countless soldiers looked up to.

Li Ang looked at him.

[Slay threshold: Low (exhausted Qi and Blood, mental and physical exhaustion, clouded Daoist heart)]

Li Ang had no concept of "Marine Corps" or "First Sergeant Major" in his mind.

But the quantity is definitely enough.

But even someone with such a high military rank could end up as a homeless person?

"Then why are you here?"

Li Ang asked.

This question was like a needle, piercing Jack's most painful spot.

Why?

He chuckled softly, as if he had heard a joke.

The laughter was filled with endless sorrow and anger.

"I risked my life abroad for this damned country for twenty years!"

"I've eaten sand in the desert and drunk muddy water in the jungle!"

"I have more scars on my body than you've seen on any dead person!"

"I thought I had protected my country and my family!"

His voice grew louder and louder, eventually turning into a roar.

"But what was the result?"

"I fucking retired and came home, only to find my damn wife."

"She's been sleeping with that real estate bastard for a long time!"

"She's taking my veteran's pension and living in the house I risked my life for."

"She's having sex with other men in my bed!"

"I divorced her, and she hired the best lawyer."

"In the end, the judge awarded everything to her!"

"Ha ha ha ha......"

Jack laughed wildly, but tears streamed down his wrinkled face.

"This is everything I've fought for!"

"A joke!"

"What a huge joke!"

He threw the cigarette butt in his hand hard on the ground and crushed it with the toe of his foot.

The intense emotional fluctuations caused his chest to heave violently.

The wound on my arm bled more because the muscles were tense.

But he didn't care at all.

Li Ang simply watched him quietly.

He could feel the previously dim "kill line" above Jack's head.

At this moment, it is flashing intensely.

Anger, resentment, and hatred.

These negative emotions are like fuel.

It reignited the flame of his life that was about to be extinguished.

Although faint, it was indeed burning.

"So you're just going to hide here like a dog, waiting to rot and die?"

Li Ang spoke, his voice remaining calm.

Jack suddenly raised his head, his bloodshot eyes fixed on Li Ang.

"Otherwise what?"

He roared, "What can I do?"

"Go kill them?"

"Then you get wanted by the police, thrown in jail, or shot dead in the street?"

"I've tried it, it doesn't work."

"The laws and regulations of this country, everything."

"They're all just catering to the rich!"

"For people like us, there's no other way but to rot in the mud!"

"You think you can escape all this by hiding here?"

"Look around you."

Li Ang pointed to the corpses lying in pools of blood.

"They just want to steal a few dollars and a place to sleep from you."

"If you take a step back, they will take ten steps forward."

"In this place, weakness is the original sin."

Jack remained silent for a long time, unable to refute.

Because what Li Ang said was the reality he experiences every day.

"Your enemy isn't the house seller, nor is it your damn wife."

Li Ang looked into his eyes and said, word by word.

Your enemy is yourself.

"You gave up resisting; you chose to be a coward."