Reborn in America: I Have an Equipment Slot

"Just $1000, take it or leave it!"

Irving pulled out a wad of dollars from his pocket, counted them, took out 50 $20 bills, and handed them directly to the young black man in front of him.

The young Black man's eyes lit up immediately, and he instinctively reached out his hand.

Unexpectedly, his companion immediately stopped him.

"What? You think the money isn't enough?" Irving didn't put up with these black people, threw the $1000 on the ground, and walked straight out of the crowd.

"F**K, are you looking down on me...?"

A black man stood in front of Irving and was about to accuse him when Irving punched him in the face.

"WTF??!"

Amidst the shocked gazes of the surrounding crowd, Irving did not stop, delivering a powerful knee strike to the abdomen of the black man blocking his path.

The Black man clutched his stomach, curled up on the ground, rolled around, and wailed in pain.

"This guy's insane!"

The surrounding Black people were completely bewildered by this sudden turn of events.

They never expected that Irving, an Asian, would dare to take the initiative against dozens of people!

Before anyone could react, Irving, empowered by the passive skill of "Wandering Boxer," unleashed a barrage of punches and kicks at the nearest black man.

Although he avoided vital points, it was clear that the ever-increasing speed of his attacks was pushing Irving's attack speed close to the limits of human perception.

The Black people present only felt a blur before Irving disappeared from their sight.

Before I could even dodge, I felt a sharp pain in my abdomen, chest, or cheek.

"Oh my god!!"

"This...this is Chinese kung fu!!!"

Several young white men waiting at the intersection for the traffic light witnessed this scene and immediately froze in shock.

They quickly pulled out their phones to record the exaggerated scene before them.

Unfortunately, by the time they turned on their phones and pressed the record button, more than twenty Black men had already collapsed to the ground, groaning in pain.

In just a few breaths, only two over 300-pound black men remained on the street corner, their eyes wide and their faces blank.

"..."

Irving stretched his slightly sore wrists, looked at the two fat black men who had taken more than a dozen punches from him and were still standing there dumbfounded, and couldn't help but feel a sense of感慨 (gan3kai3, a feeling of mixed emotions, including regret and sympathy).

No wonder everyone says that when it comes to fighting, the fat guy is the best.

He took more than a dozen punches from himself and was completely unharmed. No wonder formal boxing matches are divided into weight classes.

But he could just stand there; most of the Black people around him had already fallen to the ground, so the remaining two wouldn't affect the outcome.

"Ding—Proficiency +75"

[Combat Skills (Proficiency 89/1000)]

As his proficiency increased significantly, Irving also gained some familiar fighting techniques in his mind.

After quickly digesting the information with his eyes closed, Owen felt that his fighting skills had improved slightly as his proficiency increased.

Although it didn't reach the point of qualitative change, Irving felt that his fighting skills had improved significantly and he immediately felt that his fight hadn't been in vain.

Once the people blocking his way were gone, Irving immediately left and returned to his hotel.

As soon as he got back to the motel, Irving locked the door without hesitation and immediately put on the watch, his prize.

Although the equipment cost him a whopping $1000, Irving still felt it was well worth the price.

After all, money can be earned back, but equipment with special effects is extremely hard to find.

Irving opened the equipment menu, and the panel information immediately popped up.

Equipped item: [Broken Gold Pocket Watch]

Grade: ★★★★

Equipment effect: Grants photographic memory (unique passive).

Note: This pocket watch was a prized possession of Buffalo Bill during the American West's pioneering era. He wore it and killed nearly five thousand bison in eight months, creating an American West legend! To permanently acquire all the effects of this item, you must kill one hundred bison or stop five thefts.

After a brief moment of stunned silence, Irving looked completely bewildered.

To be honest, as a four-star equipment, the [Broken Gold Pocket Watch] provides unparalleled equipment effects.

Irving had heard more than once about the talent of "photographic memory," a talent that countless students dream of.

But he never imagined that one day he would have the opportunity to obtain it.

However, while the equipment is powerful, the conditions for permanently obtaining it are extremely demanding.

Slaughtering a hundred bison? Perhaps that would have been acceptable in America a hundred years ago.

However, the bison in the west are now protected under the Endangered Species Act, and killing one could land you in jail for life.

It seems that the only way to acquire the skill is to focus on "stopping five thefts".

Fortunately, there are quite a few thieves in Miami.

Especially in certain neighborhoods, thieves have even developed into gangs.

……

The next morning, in Bayside, Miami.

Bayside Harbor is one of Miami's most popular tourist destinations, known for its scenery and boat rentals.

But at the same time, this is also one of the places with the most thieves in all of Miami.

Based on his previous experience scavenging, Irving went to the street in front of the shopping mall outside the port.

Compared to most streets in Miami, this place appears orderly, with many tourists coming and going in the mall.

There were hardly any homeless people on the street with signs that read "Bankrupt, homeless, hungry".

Irving arrived at the street outside the mall. He hadn't walked far when he saw a few shifty-looking black men loitering in front of a discount store.

These guys are obviously novices; they have no experience with "free shopping".

They're either mentally preparing themselves or not ready yet, waiting for their companions to arrive.

Irving rubbed his hands together, a look of anticipation on his face.

He was looking around, thinking about where he could stand to block the few black-clad men.

Just then, a commotion suddenly arose in the distance.

Irving turned his head and saw that the few black guys who had been hesitating just now had started to move, wearing black stockings and hoods, and rushed into the discount store.

The discount store employees who were working were obviously used to this situation. They stood there blankly with their hands raised, not daring to move.

After all, letting these little black guys rob us will only result in them taking some goods, but if we get injured while trying to stop them, the consequences will be much worse. With a monthly salary of three thousand, why risk our lives...?

Seeing that the shop assistants were very understanding and none of them stopped them, the few black men calmed down considerably.

One by one, they pulled out thick, large black plastic bags and frantically stuffed all sorts of goods into them. Once the bags were full, they filled their own pockets until they couldn't carry any more, then hurriedly turned and left.

Irving watched the whole thing from a distance. When he saw the group about to leave, his eyes lit up. He loosened his wrists, stretched them a bit, and prepared to make his move.

But just then, a piercing siren suddenly blared.