America: Starting from collecting corpses, leveling up to godhood

With his other hand clenched into a fist, he slammed it down hard on Chen Ming's face.

"Watch out!" Old Joe shouted instinctively.

But Chen Ming did not dodge.

Instead of retreating, he advanced, taking a sudden step forward with his left foot and extending his right hand, his five fingers gripping Jason's wrist like iron clamps.

Turn around, thrust your hips forward, and lower your shoulders.

Jason felt an irresistible force on his wrist, followed by a dizzying spin—his prized weight, strength, and momentum had all become weapons against himself.

"call--"

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Jason's burly body was hoisted onto Chen Ming's shoulder like a rag doll and slammed heavily into a few meters away into an old tire used as cover.

The rednecks, who were originally waiting to see a good show, dropped their beer cans on the ground with a "clatter," and even forgot to pick them up.

Chen Ming dusted off his hands but did not press his advantage.

"Forces work together... It seems you didn't learn any science in the military."

"And you also have to learn to accept the consequences of your bets."

Chen Ming grabbed the US dollars on the table, stuffed them into his pocket, and turned to leave.

But just as Chen Ming stepped onto the footboard of his food cart, a chill suddenly swept over him, followed by a system notification.

[WARNING: A high-risk emergency has been detected.]

[Trigger Mission: Self-Defense]

Some people can't afford to lose; they not only want their money back, but they're also prepared to kill you. Survive and eliminate the threat (+3 attribute points, +1 skill point upon completion).

"Who the hell let you leave?!"

A roar exploded from behind Chen Ming.

Chen Ming looked in the rearview mirror of the food truck—Jason, who had just been lying in a pile of tires, had been helped up by his two companions.

His face was covered in blood, but his expression had become somewhat crazed.

Even more fatally, he no longer had a pistol in his hand, but an AR15 assault rifle. Several rednecks around him who had lost money also tacitly spread out, blocking Chen Ming's escape route.

"Put the money down, then kneel down and lick my shoes clean!"

"Where do you think this is? This is my territory! How dare you, you yellow-skinned bastard, ambush me?!"

The crowd scattered instantly like startled quails.

Old Joe's expression changed.

"Jason, are you crazy? These are the rules..."

"Screw your rules!"

"Bang!"

Jason pulled the trigger, and a bullet struck the sand at Chen Ming's feet.

"Old Joe, this has nothing to do with you, get out of here!" Jason grinned maliciously, raising his gun.

"This is a personal grudge between me and this cheating thief."

"Is this your rule? Don't get agitated..."

Chen Ming slowly turned around, raised his hands to indicate that he had no weapons, and quickly surveyed the situation with his eyes.

There were four people in total, all about fifteen meters apart, armed with long guns and emotionally unstable...

"Rules are for the living, not the dead."

Jason spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva and began to press his finger against the trigger.

"Now, kneel down..."

Before the word "down" could even be uttered, Chen Ming made a move.

Faced with the imminent threat of death, Chen Ming used his mind to communicate with the system panel and added all the attribute points he had just earned from completing the "Texas Star" mission, as well as the 3 points he had been saving up, to his Agility.

Agility: 23 → 26

You have gained Agility Mastery Lv1, with an additional 20% increase in Agility. Each subsequent point of Agility requires two attribute points.

Chen Ming only felt a "buzz" in his mind, and his originally heavy body suddenly became incredibly light.

The surrounding noise, the sound of the wind blowing through the sand... even the crisp sound of Jason's finger pulling the trigger, all entered my ears with crystal clarity.

fast.

Instinct is faster than thought, and action is even faster than instinct.

Just as Jason's index finger began to pull the trigger, Chen Ming rolled to the side of the car.

"Da da da da da—"

The gun spat fire, but all the bullets missed their mark.

"Damn it, he's behind the car, surround him!"

Jason hadn't expected Chen Ming to slip away faster than a rabbit. While yelling and suppressing the fire, he signaled his two accomplices to flank him.

Behind the dining car.

Chen Ming leaned against the scorching hot car body, panting heavily. The 26 points of agility brought not only speed, but also an enhanced nervous system and perception. His hearing was frighteningly sharp at this moment.

"Footsteps... one on the left, one on the right."

Chen Ming drew his Glock and, without waiting for his opponent to circle around, pounced forward. His exceptional agility made him as fast as a blurry shadow.

"Bang!"

At close range, the bullet's massive size directly blew the opponent's skull open.

"Over there!"

The accomplice on the right screamed in terror and fired wildly at the rear of the car.

But Chen Ming did not back down. Instead, he took advantage of the opponent's stiffness after firing and leaned out again.

Within ten paces, a gun is accurate and fast, but if everyone has a gun, it still comes down to who has the fastest hand.

"Bang! Bang!"

Two bursts of fire.

One shot shattered his wrist, another hit him precisely in the left chest.

Two were dealt with in the blink of an eye.

"Aaaaaah, I'm going to kill you!"

Jason went completely mad, charging past the car with his rifle and spraying bullets wildly at Chen Ming's hiding place.

"Jingle bells—"

The bullets struck the car's frame, sending sparks flying.

Chen Ming seized the opportunity during a gap in the shooting and slipped out, locking his gaze on Jason's chest.

"Bang! Bang!"

Two bullets landed squarely in Jason's chest.

However, instead of a blood-splattering scene, a dull thud was heard, and Jason only staggered slightly.

"Idiot, I'm wearing a power strip! Die!"

"Bulletproof vest?"

Chen Ming was somewhat surprised, but he quickly came up with a solution.

Since you can't get through the chest, then shoot the unprotected areas.

Chen Ming took a deep breath, then suddenly crouched down, sliding out to avoid the line of fire.

"Bang!"

Target – Pelvis.

With the sound of bones cracking, Jason's legs, which had been charging forward, instantly lost their footing, and he fell heavily to his knees.

The momentum carried him gliding across the sand, and before he could try to raise his gun again, a boot stepped on his right hand.

Jason screamed and released his rifle, looking up in terror to see Chen Ming's cold eyes and the muzzle of his gun.

"No... I beg you... don't kill me!"

Jason was stunned for a second, then, ignoring the pain, he hugged Chen Ming's instep with tears streaming down his face and frantically kissed the dust-covered surface of his shoes.

"I swear to God, I'll disappear right now, and all my money will be yours... I still have $20,000 in savings, and I'll bring it all to you!"

Seeing this, Chen Ming gestured with his lips.

"Alright, seeing how sincere you are, God might really give you a chance."

"Th...thank you!"

Jason felt like he had been granted a pardon and desperately crawled out, dragging his numb lower body.

But he had only climbed half a meter when a strong gust of wind came howling in.

Chen Ming twisted his waist and lashed out with his right leg like a battle axe, kicking Jason hard in the side of his face.

"Bang!"

Jason was sent flying, several bloody teeth mixed with bits of flesh flying through the air.

Chen Ming stepped forward and pressed the muzzle of his gun against his already deformed chin.

"Sorry, friend, I am not God."

"Bang!"