In America, my cousin, Supergirl Kara...

"Let's get going," Li Xiao said, pulling down his hood and taking off his mask to stuff it into his jacket pocket. "By the way, how's your marksmanship?"

Bruce's marksmanship seems decent; judging from the way he pointed the gun at the members of the Tit Gang, he looks like a veteran.

"Beginner level," Bruce said, clutching the green ticket and solemnly tucking it into his pocket. "Within 100 meters, the average score for a rifle shot is 8 rings out of 10. Beyond that distance, it's basically a miss."

"That's better than me," Li Xiao said, looking down at his phone. The screen showed the tuition bill for Kent High School. "To be honest, yesterday was the first time I handled a gun, and I feel I still have a lot to learn in this area. I plan to do some targeted training when I have time."

I need to open a bank account tomorrow. The tip Queser gave me last time left me with over 5700 after deducting expenses. I'll just deposit that amount to make it 20,000.

Bruce's heart skipped a beat. The first time he touched a gun, he shot off a bug's head through the bark. If he practiced more, would he be able to shoot down a Black Hawk helicopter with a simple flick of his wrist?

Bruce didn't believe it at all.

He didn't refute, but just grunted in response. His dusty leather shoes lightly pressed the accelerator, and the car slowly and powerfully drove out of the alley, with red brick walls on both sides spraying bizarre graffiti passing by.

Bruce's driving skills were very steady, and there wasn't a single jerky movement throughout the entire journey. The headlights shone obliquely into the car, casting shadows on the two men's faces.

Outside the alley was a dilapidated street, where seven or eight homeless people wrapped in dirty blankets lay on the roadside. Under the dim streetlights, groups of two or three black people gathered together, puffing away at cigarettes, while the roller shutters of the shops on both sides rattled loudly as they were pushed.

At night, you can hardly see any other skin color on the streets of Seattle; it's almost entirely dominated by Black people, and the streetlights are always more broken than good.

The air was thick with the stench of excrement and garbage, creating a very pungent smell. Two or three Black men were even squatting on the sidewalk, sticking out their black buttocks to defecate. Li Xiao couldn't help but close the car window.

Just as the car reached the middle of the street, the headlights shone on it, attracting several gangs leaning against the wall.

Although the Brabus logo has a matte finish, it is still somewhat noticeable under the lights.

"Hey guys, we've got a nice car. Let's see what little treasures are hidden inside."

Putting down their burning cigarettes, the group of black men walked toward the car without prior arrangement.

"We need to get out of here quickly, hold on tight," Bruce said in a low voice as more and more people surged in from both sides, then slammed the accelerator to the floor.

The engine roared loudly, the tires left tracks on the ground, and it sped forward.

Snapped!

Suddenly, a bottle smashed right in front of the car, shattering glass everywhere. Bruce slowed down and dodged it with a precise swerve.

Then, as if a hornet's nest had been stirred up, stones and cans flew towards the back of the car all at once.

The roof looked like it had been hit by hail; several dents were visible to the naked eye. The windows banged loudly as they were being smashed, but they didn't break.

Bruce looked serious. These guys were like they were on a fentanyl overdose; they wouldn't stop until they stopped the car.

The consequences of being blocked in this place are predictable. If you're lucky, you'll be robbed of your money and stripped of your clothes; if you're unlucky, you might be beaten to death and put into a body bag to be sold.

Li Xiao silently reached into his pocket, and a rusty slingshot appeared in his hand. These guys came at the perfect time; he could try out his new toy.

However, after taking out the slingshot, Li Xiao fumbled in his pockets and was stunned, realizing that he didn't seem to have any marbles or similar items on him.

Do you have any coins on you?

This is the only thing that meets the requirements for carrying marbles with you.

"have"

Bruce steered the wheel with one hand and took a few coins out of his coat pocket.

Li Xiao glanced at them casually; they were mostly 5-cent bills, just the right amount to pay without feeling bad.

Li Xiao placed the coin on the slingshot's pouch, faced behind him, and without even looking, pulled the rubber band and released it.

Whoosh!

The coin traced a bright silver arc through the air, shooting out like lightning with a metallic hum.

"Shit!"

The black man closest to the car screamed and collapsed to the ground with a thud, a five-cent bullet stuck between his eyebrows, his fate unknown.

Then Li Xiao repeated the same method, firing two more shots in succession, and almost simultaneously, two more people were shot down to the ground.

The black man chasing him shuddered. Before he could hear a sound, three people fell down beside him, and he hadn't even heard a gunshot.

"Hey! This is a Brabus! We can buy dozens of kilograms of flour with this car!" shouted a skinny black man in the group, clapping his hands.

Hearing this, everyone perked up again.

"These wild dogs are courting death!" Bruce exclaimed, sweat beading on his forehead. "Can we even fight them off?!"

Li Xiao didn't speak. His current hit rate was already as low as 60%, which required him to concentrate fully.

Thinking of this, he spotted the short man who had just spoken, who was now arrogantly holding a steel bar. Li Xiao held his breath and fired another coin.

Snapped!

The coin grazed the man's neck, and blood gushed out immediately; it had severed his carotid artery.

The morale that had been painstakingly raised was shattered once again. Seeing their comrade clutching his neck and convulsing on the ground, everyone scattered in all directions.

They've run into a tough opponent while trying to extort money!

There's no need to risk your life just to make some money.

Bruce breathed a sigh of relief as he watched the figure gradually disappear in the rearview mirror, and took out a tissue to wipe the sweat from his chin.

He couldn't help but stare at Li Xiao.

"You still say you've never practiced marksmanship?"

…………

After this little incident, the rest of the journey was smooth, and soon the car ran over the garbage bags on the ground, getting closer and closer to Kara's house.

"We're here," Bruce said, stepping on the brakes to bring the car to a smooth stop.

"Want to come up and sit for a while?" Li Xiao got out of the car, took out his keys and pulled up the roller shutter. Xiao Ke ran over in a flash. Li Xiao then looked at his room and wondered why the light was still on.

"No need," Bruce said, taking a plastic bag from the car containing several sheets of paper. "By the way, when are you going to inspect your farm? I need to go back in a few days, so we can go together to take a look and hand over the paperwork. This is the land deed for the house."

He clearly believed that Li Xiao would be able to help him get revenge and was already considering the transfer of ownership. As for the contract, he went out to a photocopy shop at noon to copy the electronic file.

"No rush to transfer ownership," Li Xiao stroked Xiao Ke's fur, took the document bag and glanced at it. "When you need to go, just come to my house. Take this, we'll split it in half."

Li Xiao placed a stack of banknotes on the car, then waved his hand and pulled up the roller shutter.

This Brabus is the only inheritance Bruce's father left him. He may not say it, but you can see from his eyes that he's heartbroken. Although he's not very rich, he'll still pay for what he has to pay.

Bruce stood there for a long time before sighing and driving away.