Farming Life Starting in Africa

Rosen slowly steered the pickup truck, which was still barely drivable, off the bridge and parked it under a hidden archway.

This place is overgrown with weeds, and even passersby rarely go by, let alone highway surveillance cameras, which can't cover this blind spot at all.

With a thought, he directly stored the barely drivable pickup truck into the capsule space. This gift of nature was truly badly damaged. Unfortunately, there was another Paramount Marauder in the capsule space, also badly damaged, in a similar state of disarray.

In the vast space, only the Pontiac Firebird was completely intact and in top condition.

But this car is just too good-looking and its design is too eye-catching. It's definitely the focus of attention on the street. Driving it on the road will definitely get you 100% attention. It's really too eye-catching.

Rosen didn't really want to drive this car out. Being too high-profile would be like actively seeking attention. Having just made a splash, he needed to keep a low profile.

After removing the Pontiac Firebird, all that's left are two modified motorcycles and one all-terrain vehicle.

He immediately rejected the all-terrain vehicle.

This thing is completely unsuitable for regular roads. Its boxy off-road design means it has no license plate and no proper qualifications. If you drive it out, you'll definitely get a full American police chase within ten minutes.

However, Rosen wasn't afraid at all. If he were really chased, those police cars behind him would just be there to deliver him to his death.

He scattered the triangular nails he brought with him, instantly deflating the tires of the police cars and paralyzing an entire traffic flow.

If the police car still doesn't give up, just throw some obstacles around and block the road completely; it won't put any pressure on them at all.

As for the most troublesome police helicopters? That's a joke. He just shot one down, and the wreckage is cooling in the seawater. Any more would just be easy prey.

However, prioritizing a low profile, Rosen ultimately chose the Harley-Davidson motorcycle that he had heavily modified into Ghost Rider's signature ride.

To be honest, he personally dislikes Harley's classic "monkey handlebar" design. The handlebars are sticking out too high, making the riding posture awkward and strange, and it's ugly in a unique way.

He had previously been itching to modify the bike, replacing the odd handlebars with a normal one to restore the bike's overall appearance.

However, when you're far from home, keeping a low profile and being steady is always the first principle.

Looking cool and stylish is a minor matter, but if you ride a bike and crash in a high-profile manner, indirectly replicating the tragic end of Louis XVI, that would be really too much.

He had previously come across some outrageous complaints from motorcycle enthusiasts, saying that Harley's high handlebars were not a matter of design aesthetics at all, but simply because foreigners have a strong body odor, and high handlebars provide better ventilation to help dissipate body odor.

Every time Lawson thinks of this joke, he can't help but laugh when he rides his bike, highlighting its absurdity and realism.

We're only a little over 100 kilometers from Washington, D.C. The roads are wide open, traffic is increasing, and the city's vibrant atmosphere is growing stronger.

Rosen rode his evil Harley slowly along the road, glancing at the various luxury cars passing by, his eyes practically glued to the roadside.

It has to be said that Americans really know how to have fun. All sorts of unusual and niche car models and limited-edition supercars are everywhere. Things that are hard to find in China are readily available here.

Rosen secretly started to do some calculations in his mind. He was a billionaire, after all, and the fact that his car list was empty of luxury cars was really beneath him!

He wants to collect more top-of-the-line supercars to build himself a top-of-the-line garage. Is that too much to ask?

As for whether choosing a car costs money or not? That's completely unimportant.

The truly wealthy are never mindless spenders; rather, they know how to precisely take advantage of opportunities and save money through careful calculation. This is the logic of top-tier wealth.

As it sped along, the Harley-Davidson motorcycle, with its hellfire paint job, was incredibly stylish, its fiery patterns and ambient lighting making it particularly eye-catching in the night.

The Ghost Rider IP has a wide audience in Europe and America, and many passersby frequently turned their heads, their eyes full of amazement and curiosity.

This journey across the United States allowed Rosen to witness firsthand the true face of American society, which was far more absurd and surreal than depicted in movies and TV shows.

When I was watching TV shows like The Walking Dead, I used to complain that the writers had too much imagination and exaggerated the scenes of zombies everywhere and the collapse of order in the apocalypse.

But it wasn't until he actually walked the streets of America that he realized art truly always originates from life.

Fentanyl-clad figures can be seen everywhere on the roadside, slumped in corners and along the roadside, their postures twisted, bizarre, and grotesque, their eyes vacant and numb, their limbs stiff and listless, almost indistinguishable from aimless wandering zombies.

Fortunately, Rosen had Chen Ximeng investigate and found that there was no Umbrella Corporation in this world, so there was no need for him to stockpile supplies and build a fortress in advance. Therefore, Rosen registered the name without hesitation.

He hasn't yet encountered the street robberies and shootings that are all over the internet, but he has certainly experienced a targeted attack by an armed helicopter. It just goes to show that daily life in the US is all about thrills.

Night fell completely, neon lights lit up one after another, and Lawson kept his speed at 40 mph, speeding all the way to the famous MGM National Port Resort.

This is a top-tier integrated casino hotel located next to Washington, D.C., known as the "Las Vegas on the Potomac River." It is a premier destination for East Coast elites and the wealthy, boasting luxurious amenities and top-notch service, making it an exclusive venue for the upper class.

Upon entering this area, one is immediately struck by the overwhelming smell of money, with every corner exuding the extravagance and decadence of capitalism.

The brightly lit buildings and dazzling shop windows exude an air of extravagance and decadence in every detail.

There is no trace of the everyday life of ordinary people here, nor are there any impoverished people on the roadside. Everyone coming and going is dressed smartly and has an extraordinary air about them. They either drive top-of-the-line luxury cars or wear bespoke suits. They are all top-tier members of society.

The drop-off area at the hotel entrance was filled with luxury cars, including Rolls-Royces, Ferraris, and Bentleys.

Rosen's gaze swept across the scene and landed on a luxury car that was a cheaper alternative to the two-door Ford Mondeo—the Aston Martin DB9.

The front of this car is indeed understated; someone unfamiliar with it might mistake it for a regular Mondeo or Mazda 3. However, its body lines are extremely elegant, and its noble air cannot be concealed.

What bothered him even more was the driver of the car; his face looked strangely familiar.

Rosen was puzzled. This man's brother looked so much like Christmas. He wondered if they were related.

He silently noted down the car's parking location. The more he looked at it, the more he felt that this DB9 suited his taste perfectly. It had a great appearance, was understated yet luxurious, and was definitely a car worth adding to his collection.

Of course, Rosen didn't come here for gambling or entertainment. He always adhered to his principles and was sworn enemies of such despicable things as gambling and drugs.