America: I'm causing trouble for environmental organizations

on the street,

The streetlights cast a dim yellow glow.

No outsiders passed by.

This world seems to have been isolated.

Reg was curled up on his side on the ground.

His clothes were soaked with cold sweat.

He desperately wanted to escape.

But the excruciating pain radiating from his abdomen rendered him unable to move.

Step~

Step~

Step~

At eye level with the ground, a pair of sneakers drew closer and closer, finally stopping a foot away.

Reg strained to look up at the terrifying man, feeling as if the man was looking down at him as if he were a pile of garbage.

"No, don't kill me..."

"You should be glad I still have some interest in you," Meng Ran said indifferently as he squatted down. "Do you have a gun on you?"

"No!" Reg immediately denied.

But denial was useless, so Meng Ran still reached out and checked the places where he might have hidden the gun.

After confirming that there was nothing there, he ignored Reg and got up to check the other burly men lying on the ground in the same way.

Upon discovering that none of these guys were carrying guns, Meng Ran turned his attention to the car they had driven in.

Open the passenger door.

Some shards of glass remained in the driver's seat.

Open the glove box, and a dark Glock pistol is quietly stuck inside.

He pulled out the gun.

Meng Ran simply sat in the passenger seat.

In my mind, a countdown timer kept flashing—[Berserk Card Remaining Time: 45 seconds]

The data on the body panel has also all changed.

[Host: Meng Ran]

[Physical Fitness: 20]

【Strength: 20】

[Agility: 20]

【Mental Power: 20】

With this extraordinary panel data, he felt the whole world become clearer and slower.

The outlines of wildflowers hidden in the shadows, the flight paths of moths under the streetlights—things that were previously indistinct are now clearly visible—it turns out that the improvement in mental strength is not intelligence, but perception.

In addition, his other sensory abilities were also amplified to an extreme degree.

Honestly, when he used the [Rage Card], he thought he would have to deal with these six people.

In reality, he only took 6 seconds to deal with the 5 people surrounding him. Including the one he dragged out of the car, the fight was over in 15 seconds.

fast.

too fast.

Don't even mention that Reg couldn't react in time.

Even Meng Ran herself was surprised for a moment.

There was no maneuvering, no back-and-forth exchanges, just pure numerical domination.

When his exceptionally high mental strength made him realize his power in the second second, he held back to avoid accidentally killing the six guys.

"Phew~~"

He fiddled with the Glock in his hand.

Through the windshield, I could see the few people still lying on the street.

A strong impulse suddenly rose within Meng Ran.

I checked the countdown again: [Rage Card Remaining Time: 25 seconds]

He slowly raised his gun.

He pointed the gun at his own thigh.

He wanted to know how a panel with all four dimensions at 20 would fare when facing bullets at close range.

【24】

【23】

Taking a deep breath, Meng Ran slowly pressed down on the trigger, depressing the safety button on the Glock's trigger.

It does take some courage to shoot yourself.

No matter, even if his leg is broken, he can still recover instantly by increasing his original [Constitution: 9] to [Constitution: 10].

the other side.

Lying on the ground, Reg looked at Meng Ran sitting in the car from afar, his mind filled with questions.

What is he doing?

We've called the police. Should we wait for them to arrive?

Before he could figure it out...

"Bang!"

Gunshots suddenly rang out.

Reg jumped in fright.

Razor and the others, who had been lying motionless on the ground, were also awakened.

It's almost instinctive.

They rolled over and struggled to their feet, staggering as they fled.

But he had only taken two steps.

Two more "bangs" followed.

Reg felt a heat in his crotch.

At that moment, their mental defenses were completely destroyed.

No one is unafraid of death; but what Reg feared even more was that he had no idea what that terrifying man was up to.

Unfortunately, what he didn't know was...

At this moment, they didn't exist in Meng Ran's eyes at all.

Death is fine too.

It doesn't matter if I live or not.

Meng Ran didn't care at all.

He sat in the car, staring incredulously at his left thigh, almost shouting out in excitement.

Three shots.

He fired three shots into the thigh at a close distance of about 10 centimeters.

Physically, it only felt like I had been punched three times.

The bullet even veered off course after impact, leaving only three scratches on his leg—like the kind of wounds you get when you accidentally fall off a bike and scrape off the skin.

Furthermore, with the boost to recovery from [Constitution: 20 (temporary boost)], the wound stopped bleeding and began to itch and grow a membrane in just one or two seconds.

Put the gun aside.

Meng Ran covered her face, trying her best not to laugh.

Overwhelmed with ecstasy, his body began to tremble uncontrollably.

That concludes the full report at 20 PM.

30 points? That means even a missile wouldn't be able to kill it.

This should be my complete form!

[Rage Card Duration: 0]

Meng Ran's body, which was filled with ecstasy, froze.

At that moment, he felt completely drained.

It's not that the [Rage Card] has any side effects.

Rather, it was the immense sense of loss from instantly transforming from a "superman" into a "normal person" that caused his joy to subside like the tide.

In reality, his current stats are still stronger than the average person's, and he could easily defeat those black guys in a one-on-one fight.

He took a deep breath and calmed himself for a good 10 seconds before suppressing the urge to use another [Basic Berserk Card].

I pushed open the door and got out of the car, then stood beside it and looked around.

The neighbors in the distance all had their doors tightly shut; presumably, someone had already called the police after hearing the gunshot.

Thinking of this, Meng Ran wiped the gun with his clothes and then threw it into the car.

Good guy.

As soon as they saw him get out of the car, the group wished their parents had given them more legs. Dragging their aching and powerless bodies, they helped each other back with great difficulty, their expressions filled with extreme terror.

"Don't be nervous, tell me where you came from." Meng Ran didn't step forward, but just stood there with his hands in his pockets under the street lamp.

"I'm Reg, the boss of the River Rat Gang in the Southwest District. It's Jimmy! Jimmy sent me. He paid me $500 to teach you a lesson," Reg quickly replied.

"The leader of the River Rat Gang?" Meng Ran chuckled. What a coincidence!

So he probed again, "You're offering $500 to get the boss out here and doing the work?"

"No, no, no, it's Jimmy's uncle who has business dealings with us, and we don't want to lose this livelihood..." Reg said, realizing something was wrong.

He quickly changed his tune, saying, "No, no, no, we were forced! We were obeying Jimmy's uncle, Howard!"

"Business? Is it dealing with car scrap?"

"Yes!" Reg nodded quickly, and then added, "There's another medical waste business they said they'd give us."

"Medical waste?" Meng Ran frowned slightly. "Is it also planned to be shipped overseas?"

"That's right."

"Very good, very good." Meng Ran misunderstood Howard. He thought that this batch of medical waste was also intended to be shipped to China. In fact, this batch was to be shipped to India.

But it doesn't matter anymore.

Even if it were just for the chaotic reputation points brought by the promotion mission, Meng Ran would kick Howard, who was an obstacle, away.

I glanced at my watch.

Meng Ran threatened Reg, "If I said I could kill you all in a minute, would you believe me?"

The group of people who were already holding on suddenly went weak in the knees after hearing these words.

Reg collapsed to the ground, waving his hands frantically and begging for mercy, "Nonononono... please don't do this, sir, please don't do this..."

"Of course I wouldn't do that. In fact, I still have friends in your gang."

"Really!" Reg's eyes lit up. "Then we should be friends, sir! Everything today was a misunderstanding."

"Let me tell you again, Jimmy knows my strength very well. He's just lying to you to come and die. Do you know why he lied to you?" Meng Ran began to deceive you.

Reg shook his head.

"Because Howard was targeted by the state government, he had been illegally disposing of a lot of waste over the years and illegally shipping a lot of things that shouldn't have been shipped abroad."

He has seriously violated the law and will soon face more than ten years in prison. But he doesn't want to go to jail, so he plans to shift all the blame onto your River Rat Gang.

But you certainly won't let him shirk responsibility. That's why he tricked you into coming here to die, because the dead can't defend themselves." Meng Ran continued his deception calmly.

And Reg and his illiterate friends already harbored resentment towards Jimmy.

Upon hearing these words, his expression turned murderous.

Just then, Reg's phone, which had fallen at Meng Ran's feet, rang.

Meng Ran glanced at the caller ID and saw a large word on it: Jimmy.