Reborn in America: I Have an Equipment Slot

Chapter 111 Five-Star Skills [New Policy]

Upon seeing Irving and Megan's group, the old black man who had just bid up the price at the auction immediately widened his eyes and instinctively walked towards Irving, wanting to get revenge.

But he had only taken two steps when the two police officers standing beside him became furious.

play?

We're checking for the robber's accomplices right now, and you dare disobey us?!

Without saying a word, the two officers pinned the old black man against the wall from both sides.

Old Hei instinctively tried to struggle.

Seeing this, one of the officers pulled out a stun gun from his tactical vest and struck the black man with it!

Old Hei immediately trembled all over, lay on the ground convulsing, and became completely obedient.

When Irving, who was about to leave, saw this scene, he almost burst out laughing.

Sure enough, when facing these white police officers, no matter how high your rank or how arrogant you usually are, if you are a black person, you can only obediently cooperate.

Otherwise, how did he get the title "Black Strict Father"?

Megan's bodyguards approached, looking at him warily.

Irving, of course, wouldn't want to make a fool of himself by staying any longer.

Although Megan and Mia were very friendly to him, it was only the second time he had met them, and they weren't that close yet.

After politely declining the invitation to dinner, Irving returned to his RV and eagerly opened the small wooden box containing President Roosevelt's handwritten letter.

The moment my fingers touched the handwritten letter.

As expected, the notification popped up again.

"Equipment discovered: [Roosevelt's handwritten letter], equip?"

Irving immediately selected the equipment, and the next second, the equipment slot appeared before his eyes, followed by a panel of information.

Equipped item: [Roosevelt's handwritten letter]

Rank: ★★★★★

Equipment effect: Grants access to the new policy (unique passive).

Note: This is a handwritten letter from Franklin Delano Roosevelt, the legendary president of the United States. The astonishing wisdom and iron-fisted approach contained within it may yield unexpected rewards if successfully deciphered.

When equipped, successfully improve your financial situation and earn one million US dollars within two months to unlock and permanently obtain all the effects of the equipment.

Current progress: [0/1000000]

Countdown: 60 days. Upon seeing the information displayed on the panel, Irving was stunned for a moment, then his eyes lit up instantly.

Another five-star level special equipment!

Although he doesn't yet know what the effect of the "New Deal" skill attached to this "Roosevelt's handwritten letter" is, or how powerful it is.

But one thing is certain: as a five-star level special equipment, the accompanying skill effects must be incredibly powerful.

This can be seen from the skill he acquired last time, [Sharpshooter].

The skills attached to five-star level special equipment are far stronger than those attached to ordinary equipment.

However, correspondingly, the difficulty of unlocking it is much higher than that of ordinary equipment.

"Successfully improved my financial situation and earned one million US dollars within two months —"

To be honest, this is even more difficult than unlocking the previous skill, "Sharpshooter"!

You should know that in the past two weeks since he arrived in Miami, he has done all sorts of things to make money, such as selling scrap, fighting in underground boxing matches, participating in auctions, etc. He has exhausted all his energy and has only earned less than $100,000 so far.

Earning a million dollars in two months is definitely not an easy task.

To accomplish this, we must come up with some other methods.

On the other side, at the University of Miami, Jackson Memorial Hospital.

Professor Smith had just finished a group meeting and was walking out of the conference room when his phone suddenly rang.

I saw a call from the "principal" displayed on my phone screen.

Smith immediately looked around, quickly found a corner, and answered the phone.

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"Smith, you have disappointed me."

The voice on the other end of the phone sounded very somber: "You've done something stupid!"

"A stupid thing? You mean—"

"Just look at today's Miami Daily News headline. I'm really confused. Why would you lay hands on those undergraduates and threaten them?"

"God, is your brain a pig's brain? If you're really like an animal, going into heat and unable to control your lower body, why don't you go to a strip club and find a dancer!"

The person on the other end of the phone started swearing.

"The school's board of trustees has proposed a thorough investigation into your sexual harassment, but I've suppressed it."

"As for the Miami Daily and other media outlets, you're on your own to clean up their mess!"

After saying that, the call was disconnected, and a dial tone came from the receiver.

Smith's face darkened.

He finally understood.

The principal's phone call had three layers of meaning:

First, he put in a lot of effort to help, and the school's board of directors will not intervene for the time being.

Secondly, this favor wasn't given for nothing.

Third, that's all he can help with at most; you'll have to handle the media side yourself.

"F**K!!" Smith cursed.

The unusual behavior immediately attracted the attention of many people at the hospital.

Seeing this, Smith could only suppress his emotions, pick up his phone, and dial the numbers of several state legislators.

The next day, early in the morning.

Irving drove his RV to the downstairs of Leo's secondhand store early in the morning.

Upon reaching the second floor, Irving discovered that James was still fast asleep on the sofa, with a table nearby laden with food—

The beer bottle.

Clearly, James drank quite a bit last night.

No wonder James' phone has been unanswered since last night.

"Hey buddy, wake up!"

Irving went up and nudged the other man, but when James didn't react, he immediately pulled back the curtains to wake him up.

James sat up listlessly, let out a long yawn, and said, "Kyrie? What brings you here?"

"No, didn't I already tell you yesterday to help me look into the upcoming auctions in Miami? You haven't forgotten about it, have you?"

Looking at James's haggard appearance, which practically screamed "high," Irving immediately suspected that James had forgotten what he had been told yesterday.

James scratched his head, looking somewhat guilty, his eyes darting around. "Oh, the auction? I remember!"

"But I had a bit of a wild time with some friends last night and forgot to print it out. Wait five minutes—"

Sensing Irving's suspicious gaze, James quickly got up, ran to his workstation, turned on his computer, and started working on it.

Seeing James yawning constantly and rubbing his eyes frequently, Irving was speechless: "You really have a girlfriend? You're not lying to me, are you, and then secretly watching female anchors at night?"

"I really do have a girlfriend!" James said seriously. "And my girlfriend is definitely not a news anchor!"

"Then why isn't she here?" Owen asked, puzzled.

James's lips twitched, and he coughed twice before quickly trying to cover it up: "My girlfriend is a primary school teacher. She should be up early to go to class. If you don't believe me, I'll introduce you two another day."