Being carried onto an ambulance at the start? But this is America!

Select "Undecided"

The moment the thought landed, the other two cards quickly dimmed and dissipated.

The selected "Undetermined" card slowly flipped over, revealing more detailed silver lettering on its back:

[At 86 Fifth Street, on the left side of the first floor, beneath a worn-out sofa, lies a missing $1,153 on a loose red floor tile.]

At the same time, a clear image appeared in Li Ping's mind.

A dilapidated two-story building, its doors and windows long gone, its exterior walls covered with all sorts of grotesque gang graffiti.

Part of the roof on the second floor has collapsed, exposing twisted wooden rafters and the sky.

The room was dimly lit, and there was trash and several sleeping bags scattered on the floor.

On the left side of the first floor, where the camera focuses, there is indeed a dilapidated brown sofa, and the floor beneath the sofa...

As the image faded, Li Ping's expression turned grim.

Because he saw several people sitting or lying in that dilapidated house.

Although the scene only flashed by, the characteristics of those people were very clear: they were mainly young black men with gray strips of cloth tied around their heads or arms.

What kind of place is this where you could lose your wallet?

It was clearly the headquarters of a small gang.

"Panel, are you sure this wallet is really lost?" Li Ping couldn't help but complain in his mind.

Clearly, the risk lies in the uncertainty surrounding the "Undetermined" card's fortune.

If Li Ping recklessly sneaks in when there are many people around, he might get a beating if he's lucky, but if he's unlucky... the outcome is unpredictable.

But what if we could catch a gap when no one is around?

A little over a thousand US dollars was enough for the two brothers to earn their first pot of gold.

Li Ping consoled himself with this thought: "Let's go and find out the situation first, see what their activity patterns are like. Maybe there are times when there are few people, or even no one at all..."

He sat up, stretched his arms, and felt that his muscles seemed firmer than yesterday.

I lifted the hem of my shirt to look at my abdomen, and the once clearly visible outline of my ribs didn't seem so prominent anymore.

His body was transforming the ingested energy into tangible flesh and blood at a speed he could perceive.

What's even stranger is that his stomach was empty at the moment, but he didn't feel a strong sense of hunger, and even the urge to go to the toilet in the morning was very weak.

The food I ate last night seems to have been absorbed and utilized efficiently and almost completely.

"This absorption efficiency... it's like a machine."

Li Ping was secretly startled, yet also somewhat delighted.

He took out the two donuts he had left over from yesterday, and swallowed them down in a few bites along with the last bottle of bottled water, filling his stomach again.

The warm current of energy transformation is faintly emerging again.

"Brother, you can eat more than me now!"

Beside him, Li Fan had also woken up and was holding half a donut, taking small bites with a pained expression.

They were dumbfounded when they saw Li Ping's swift and decisive actions.

Li Ping smiled and said, half-jokingly and half-seriously, "I feel like... I could eat a whole cow in a day now."

He crawled out of the tent; the morning light was just beginning to break, and the camp was not yet fully awake.

Li Fan followed behind, painfully choking on the cloyingly sweet donuts. Each bite of donut required at least three sips of water.

At eight o'clock in the morning, the campsite under the overpass, like a rusty machine, began to slowly awaken, emitting sporadic sounds.

Old Tom had already completed his morning patrol in his jingling little cart. Seeing Li Ping emerge from the tent, he flashed a toothless grin: "Good morning, young man! You look great!"

He pulled a thin envelope from his pocket and handed it to him. "Camilla asked me to give this to you. She left early this morning."

Li Ping took it; inside was a brand new prepaid SIM card.

That's incredibly efficient!

"Camilla is the most hardworking person here; she goes to work at seven o'clock every day."

As Old Tom spoke, he adjusted the straps of his stroller.

"I need to get to work now, before those lazybones get up in the morning, there are lots of good things on the streets."

He waved, pushed his cart, and limped but with a clear goal, blended into the gradually awakening street.

Good morning, Bro~

With a lazy yawn, the dreadlocked young man, Fletcher, emerged from the nearby tent with his messy hair.

He squinted, casually pulled a bright red bottle from his pocket, and without even looking at it, unscrewed the cap and poured five or six small white pills into his palm. He tilted his head back and threw them into his mouth, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed them dry.

The whole process was as practiced as eating breakfast cereal.

He glanced at Li Ping, shook the bottle, and grinned with a slightly dazed expression: "Want a few? Fresh stock, really potent."

Li Ping thought it was a mint or chewing gum, and subconsciously reached out to take it to refresh himself.

The moment the bottle was opened, a pungent chemical smell assaulted the nostrils.

He frowned and looked closely. There was a line of small print on the bottle: Extra Strength Pain Reliever.

Thinking of the dosage Fletcher had just used, Li Ping couldn't help but shudder.

Painkiller warrior.

"Uh... Bro, I thought it was chewing gum." Li Ping handed the medicine back helplessly.

"Give it a try, buddy!"

Fletcher moved closer, his eyes darting around but filled with the enthusiasm of a salesman.

「保证让你爱上这感觉，不上瘾，真的，只需要每天早五六片，腰不酸腿不疼，夏天不怕热，冬天不怕冷，挨揍都能多抗几下，街头必备良品！」

In Western games, he never understood why taking painkillers could restore health, but now he seems to understand.

"No, no, thanks bro!"

Li Ping waved his hands repeatedly and quickly took out the last donut from his bag, practically shoving it into Fletcher's hand.

"Here, have some of this. I just received it yesterday!"

Fletcher took it, took a big bite, chewed it a couple of times, but then frowned: "Tsk... not sweet enough. The frosting from Poor Street is so stingy."

Li Ping: "..."

What he found sickeningly sweet was actually bland to this soldier?

The painkillers had clearly severely damaged his sense of taste, making him crave more extreme and stimulating sweetness to activate his numb nerves.

Fortunately, this guy is just a homeless man who collects scraps. If he had a stable income, he would probably have been rushing towards a physique like a millstone and an electric wheelchair long ago.

After seeing Fletcher off, Li Ping quickly inserted the new SIM card into his phone.

After connecting to the internet, I even received a message from Camilla containing a meticulously compiled "Today's Poor Street Relief Distribution Guide" table, with the time and location clearly displayed.

His gaze lingered for a moment on the line at the Eighth Street Relief Station's Hand of Hope: "10:30 Relief, Items Unknown."

The tent indicated by the "Small Fortune" card on the panel is right here.

Even without choosing that card, he already had a clear goal.

Very well, now he's a professional homeless person with intelligence support.

"Let's go, let's get to work!" Li Ping called to Li Fan.

Camilla agreed to keep an eye out for odd jobs for them, but before that, they decided to try a homeless profession—collecting cans.

The sweet taste of yesterday's unexpected windfall is still on my lips, giving me plenty of motivation.

The two pushed the cart away from the underpass.

Today's goal is clear: to collect relief supplies along the planned route while keeping an eye out for nature's bounty.

However, Old Tom warned that there are territories for scavenging, and crossing the boundary can easily lead to conflict.

He designated several high-yield areas that the two of them should absolutely avoid, mainly high-yield areas such as bar back alleys and garbage dumps in commercial districts.

As for the other streets?

There's not much profit to be made, so generally no one bothers to fight over it.

Li Ping opened Google Maps and planned a route that could connect several high-quality relief points while avoiding restricted areas.

"Fill your stomach first, then think about getting rich."

At their first stop, they received warm sandwiches and black coffee, quickly finishing their breakfast.

Next came hamburgers, chicken legs, canned snacks, bottled water...

Like two industrious worker ants, their little carts became visibly full.

At 10:00 a.m. sharp, the two arrived at the Hand of Hope relief station in the eighth block.

The queue was neither too long nor too short, and the process went smoothly.

When Li Ping received the heavy package wrapped in a waterproof cloth from the volunteer, he felt a sense of relief—the new tent was in his hands.

Li Fan also received one.

In addition, there is enough food and water for two people to eat for a day.