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

At exactly midnight, when the card refreshed, the identity's glow was completely full.

"It's full!" Li Ping's heart raced as he stared intently at the line of text.

He was slightly disappointed that no prompt for a new identity selection appeared.

Is it just a change in brightness?

But the next second, his gaze shifted downwards, and his breath caught in his throat!

Below the existing [Identity/Specialty: Wanderer (...)].

A completely new line of text, shimmering with a dark golden light, had appeared:

Survival instinct (an instinct honed through long periods of wandering and crisis; when a deadly threat approaches, such as gun aiming, a sharp weapon attack, or a high-speed collision, you will feel a needle-like chill in the back of your neck and spine, and you will vaguely perceive the location of the threat).

This intuition is most acute in chaotic environments or when wandering in the wild.

"Amazing skill!"

Li Ping suddenly sat up in his sleeping bag, gasped in a low voice, and his eyes blazed with ecstatic joy.

In America, especially in the gray area where he operated, what was he most afraid of?

Sniper shots, black shots, bullets fired from who-knows-where.

This "survival instinct" is practically a life-saving skill tailor-made for him.

He immediately began testing it inside the tent.

Holding a dagger, they pretended to stab from different directions.

When the blade was truly aimed at his vitals with a threatening intent, he indeed felt a warning and could even vaguely judge the direction from which the blade was coming to dodge.

"That's amazing..." Li Ping was so excited he could hardly contain himself.

This made him feel more at ease than earning tens of millions of dollars more.

Suppressing his excitement, he looked at the three cards that had appeared that night:

[Xiao Ji: A professional mountaineering suit will be left behind the trash can next to the bench on the east side of Central Park tomorrow afternoon.]

[Minor Warning: A black, unmarked minivan has been lurking on the fringes of slums, secretly searching for relatively healthy homeless people without a stable social circle.]

[Very Ominous: A dispute has erupted in the drug supply chain in the heart of Poor Street, potentially leading to conflict and a double-cross tonight. Stay away from this area.]

After a moment's thought, he chose the first card, "Minor Blessing".

A hiking suit can definitely be sold for some money; if it's of good quality, it can be quite valuable.

The next morning, just as dawn was breaking, Li Ping found Old Mike rinsing his mouth with beer.

"Mike, can you do me a favor?"

Li Ping's expression was serious. "Try pointing your gun in my direction."

Mike looked puzzled: "Boss, are you on drugs? Trying to learn how to dodge bullets? Or how to disarm someone bare-handed?"

That kind of thing is only for movies; in real life, if someone tells you to do something, you should fight them!

"It's not about hiding, it's about feeling. Try it, in the distance..." Li Ping insisted.

Mike, still somewhat skeptical, took his well-maintained semi-automatic rifle, walked to the edge of the camp, and casually gestured with the muzzle towards the approximate location of Li Ping from a distance.

The moment the gun was pointed at his body, even from a hundred meters away, the hairs on the back of Li Ping's neck stood on end. A chill, like being pricked by ice needles, ran up his spine, and he vaguely sensed Mike's direction.

"It really works!" Li Ping clenched his fist.

Moreover, Li Ping could sense Mike even when he was 300 meters away.

"What's wrong, boss? Do you really want to learn how to dodge bullets?"

Mike walked back, his eyes looking strange.

"Mike, I read a novel yesterday."

Li Ping grinned, offered no further explanation, and, in high spirits, grabbed the prepared sandwich and began to eat it heartily.

With this "survival instinct," the safety factor for life skyrockets.

After the meal, Li Fan and Una set off first to tend to the courtyard for Jasper's sister, a private job they had previously agreed upon.

Devon, along with five others, drove the red Tacoma to another middle-class community owned by ING.

The cleaning business of the cooperative has been on track in recent days, and has also recruited several hardworking homeless people with relatively clean backgrounds.

Not everyone is content to languish in the mud; when opportunity knocks, there are always those who are determined to seize it.

Li Ping is taking the day off today to take his driver's license test.

After a hearty meal, I first went to the church for a relaxing hot bath, then chatted with Ms. Marina for a while, expressing my piety to God and my hopes for the future, which made the old lady beam with joy.

Then, he met with the intermediary, White, as agreed.

There were quite a few people at the AB60 driver's license test center, but the process was smooth.

Li Ping has solid skills and a calm mindset, so he passed on his first try.

When he received the temporary paper driver's license, he felt a slight burning sensation in his palm.

At noon, he treated White to lunch at a nearby American-Chinese restaurant that served fairly authentic food.

White was a middle-aged white man with a stubble beard, bloodshot eyes, but a shrewd look in them. He was the kind of local bully who could navigate the gray areas with ease.

"Bro, seriously,"

White chewed on General Tso's chicken, looked at Li Ping's newly issued driver's license, and then looked at Li Ping's young but remarkably composed face, and couldn't help but shake his head.

"You're so experienced at handling things, and you're really only seventeen? That birthdate on your driver's license isn't some joke, is it?"

He had handled many unregistered individuals, but none were quite like Li Ping, who could quickly build up a team, secure stable jobs, and exude an inexplicable aura.

"Genuine product at a fair price."

Li Ping took a sip of ice water, smiled helplessly, and said, "There's an old saying at our Dongda University: 'Children from poor families mature early.'"

White chuckled, asked no more questions, and simply raised his Coke cup.

"Anyway, congratulations, your status in California has gone from black to gray!"

They parted ways after the meal.

Li Ping checked the time and, remembering the card's hint, strolled towards the nearby Central Park.

The park was bathed in sunshine in the afternoon, and there were few visitors.

He easily found the trash can next to the bench on the east side, along with a set of professional trekking poles covered in cloth behind it.

The material is good, the handle has a nice patina, and it can be sold for some money.

He put away his trekking poles and subconsciously scanned the card panel deep within his consciousness.

The next second, he suddenly stopped in his tracks, frozen in place, his pupils slightly contracting.

The area that originally contained only one line of text had subtly changed:

[Homeless person (currently seeking good fortune and avoiding misfortune)] (still radiating a stable silver glow)

Below it, a new line of text appeared, slightly dimmed but still clearly legible:

[Driver (optional)]

A new identity, and it turns out to be: [driver]

"Is it because you just got your driver's license?"

Li Ping's heart pounded, and he instantly understood.

It turns out that unlocking a new identity may not simply depend on time or experience points, but is closely related to the qualifications or labels obtained from key actions in real life.

His status as a homeless person gave him the foundation for survival on the streets [the homeless], and his second special skill [survival instinct] is an amazing ability.

So, what about the driver?

What new hints and abilities will it bring?

Without any hesitation, he focused his mind and, with intense anticipation and curiosity, touched the words "[Driver (optional)]".

My vision seemed to shift slightly; some invisible transformation was taking place.

A new road, seemingly unfolding quietly through the intricate streetscape of Los Angeles, accompanied by the still-smelling temporary driver's license in my hand.