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

[Special Identity/Special Skill: Homeless]

(The extreme metabolism squeezed out of the street hell by the body can efficiently convert food into energy. Every energy intake, injury, and exercise will make your body stronger and more resilient, and make you more immune to viruses and toxins. Your special skills will be most effective when you are homeless.)

"A congenital wandering holy body?"

Li Ping was stunned, and a surge of heat suddenly pumped from his heart to his limbs and bones.

A tingling and full sensation came from deep within the muscles, instantly dispelling the weakness and dizziness brought on by the high fever.

When he opened his eyes again, Li Ping got up and started moving around. His steps were steady, his breathing was smooth, and his weakness had completely disappeared.

His power has returned, even surpassing his peak strength.

He was just skin and bones; weighing 60 kilograms and standing at 1.85 meters tall, he looked like a stick.

His special talent can't turn him into a superman, but it can give him a body with a rapid metabolism, the ability to endure hunger, the resistance to toxins, and the capacity to become stronger under pressure.

"See, running around and sweating will make you feel better!"

Li Ping suppressed his excitement and turned to Li Fan to flex his wrists.

"Don't believe me? Let's arm wrestle!"

The younger brother nodded, somewhat doubtful.

The chairs by the roadside became a makeshift arena.

The two squatted down, resting their elbows on the wooden board, and clasped hands together.

"Three, two, start!"

"ha!"

Li Fan exhaled and spoke, pressing Li Ping's hand firmly down onto the chair.

A look of surprise appeared on his face: "Brother, you're not only better, you're stronger! You used to last a maximum of three seconds, but this time you lasted five!"

Nearby, an elderly white man with his hands in his pockets, who had been watching the commotion, curled his lip, revealing an expression of "I knew it," and sauntered away.

There's no miracle for a skinny monkey against a bodybuilder.

Li Ping shook his aching wrist, his face darkening. "Couldn't you have gone easy on him a little? Give your brother some face."

Li Fan chuckled and scratched his short, stubble-covered hair: "Next time, next time for sure."

There was a hint of smugness in his smile.

After he turned eight, he never lost to his older brother in arm wrestling, which proved to him that he could protect his brother in this unfamiliar country.

The older brother was in charge of thinking, while he was in charge of doing the physical work.

"Gurgle—"

A clear rumbling sound came from Li Fan's stomach. He had only eaten some meat broth over rice and drunk a bottle of water yesterday.

After all that commotion so early in the morning, I'm starving.

"I'm hungry, let's go hunting!"

Li Ping called out to his younger brother, feeling much more at ease with his newfound advantage.

Go back to the poor street and receive relief.

Skid Row, located on the east side of downtown Los Angeles, covers fifty blocks and is a homeless neighborhood.

At its peak, more than 10,000 homeless people lined up to receive relief.

With an average of two hundred people per block, tents sprouted up like mushrooms after the rain, it was simply paradise on earth!

Therefore, it has long been known as the tent capital.

The two brothers had only been released for three days when, following directions, they came to a poor neighborhood to make a living.

Following the scattered tents and the wanderers lying around wherever they pleased... the two brothers, free spirits who enjoyed picnics, eventually found their way back.

We crossed another street and entered an even more chaotic area.

Men and women, disheveled and ragged, sat or lay by the roadside, some looking like they had lost their souls.

A wandering musician plays a violin with a broken string, while a dreadlocked Black youth raps and gestures into thin air.

A thin, white woman lay asleep by the roadside in a strangely contorted position, half her buttocks exposed...

The summer air is filled with the smells of excrement, rotting food, cheap alcohol, and a hint of sweet chemicals.

The dual impact of sight and smell is more real and more brutal than any camera lens.

When Li Ping arrived here in person, he was deeply moved.

"elder brother,"

Li Fan tugged at Li Ping and pointed to two strange figures in the corner. "What are they doing?"

It was a man and a woman, folding themselves in an odd posture.

His body was hunched forward, his head buried in his knees, and his arms hung limply at his sides like dislocated wings, completely still.

Aside from lacking aggression, its stiffness and eeriness are almost identical to those of zombies in movies and TV shows.

Li Ping's gaze swept over them, and his eyes darkened.

"Fentanyl folds," he whispered, "a typical posture after a potent opioid overdose."

He raised his hand and tapped Li Fan on the head, his words resolute.

"In America, you absolutely mustn't touch drugs, not even painkillers, understand?"

Li Fan shrank back, his expression serious: "I'm not stupid. We athletes don't smoke."

"Just remember that." Li Ping breathed a sigh of relief.

He didn't time travel; rather, he had merged memories from two lifetimes and felt a strong sense of responsibility towards his younger brother, with whom he depended on each other for survival.

"But,"

Li Fan was somewhat confused. "Why not ban these harmful things?"

Following his gaze, Li Ping looked at the tent forest under the California sun, then looked up at the skyscrapers in the distance whose glass curtain walls reflected dazzling light.

He twitched the corner of his mouth. There were too many reasons: systemic problems, exorbitant medical costs, and pharmaceutical companies needing to make money...

Finally, he said, "Because this is a free country!"

At the foot of Lingshan Mountain lies Lion Camel Ridge, and beneath the lighthouse lies a poor street.

When it comes to America's global standing, every homeless person will proudly stand tall!

"So free..."

Li Fan muttered, "This is truly hell."

Li Ping chimed in, patting him on the shoulder, "America isn't just about hell, it's also about heaven, it's just that we don't have the money."

"Come on," he said, "let's fill our stomachs first."

Li Fan didn't ask any more questions and followed behind his brother.

Although the central area has a high drop rate and frequent resource spawns, it is also plagued by rampant gangs.

Drug dealers, drugs, deals, and conflicts take place in broad daylight, the air thick with the smell of gunpowder.

The two only dared to roam around the outer streets. After wandering for more than half an hour, passing through streets piled with garbage, they finally saw their target.

Two blue sunshades stand by the roadside like oases in the desert.

On a long table under the shed, a lot of supplies were piled up, and volunteers wearing matching T-shirts were distributing them in an orderly manner.

The homeless people formed a crooked line, waiting for nature's bounty.

"superior!"

I dragged my younger brother along, and after more than half an hour of queuing and waiting.

Sweat streamed down his back, and the ground beneath his feet steamed with heat.

Finally, it was their turn.

"God bless you! Thank you!"

Li Ping took the food bag from the Black volunteer and gave him a thumbs up.

The young Black man extended his hand and bumped fists with Li Ping.

As Li Ping turned to leave, a familiar melody involuntarily echoed in his mind.

It's almost time for dinner, guys!

It was September, and the afternoon sun on the west coast was scorching, with temperatures soaring to over 30 degrees Celsius, and the air was hot and humid.

The two brothers turned into the shade of a nearby alley, sat down on the ground, and took stock of their harvest.

Each person receives a bottle of Dr. Pepper soda, two meat sandwiches wrapped in tin foil, two beef strips, a small packet of individually packaged biscuits, and a large bottle of bottled water.

Li Fan couldn't wait any longer. He tore open the sandwich packaging, took a big bite, his cheeks puffed out quickly, and he swallowed with satisfaction.

The child was starving.

Li Ping first opened the famous Dr. Pepper, as he had long been curious about its taste.

I took a sip, and the bubbles burst on my tongue, a complex taste similar to cola mixed with cough syrup.

It's not bad; if chilled, it might be the ultimate treat in this sweltering weather.

He tore open the foil of his sandwich and took a big bite.

The rough bread, filled with minced meat and a little blueberry jam, tasted very ordinary.

When food enters the stomach, a warm current rises from the stomach, which is then quickly broken down and absorbed by the body, transformed into energy, and flows throughout the body.

The warm, cozy atmosphere felt like soaking in a hot spring, and Li Ping even felt like humming a little.