Reborn in America: I Have an Equipment Slot

With a large sum of money in his pocket, Irving was in a great mood and turned around to the Burger King on the next street to order a $5 "poor man's meal".

Classic chicken burger, plus chicken nuggets, fries, and a medium Coke.

Although it was simple, Irving ate it with great relish, not even leaving the ketchup behind.

Having eaten and drunk his fill, Irving was preparing to leave.

He had just stood up when he noticed a cute pink wallet under the table.

Upon opening the wallet, there were no large sums of US dollars as I had imagined, only my ID card, driver's license, and some other documents.

After glancing at it, Irving noticed that the wallet belonged to a white man, and a college student at that. He immediately lost interest and put the wallet back in its place.

Generally speaking, most states in the United States are quite strict about these lost and found items.

Most states, including Florida, have laws that mandate that lost items be turned in to the police or town government within a specified timeframe.

Failure to report the theft before this deadline, or refusal to return the property when asked, may be considered theft and could result in arrest.

He wasn't willing to take such a big risk for a wallet full of identification documents.

But as soon as Irving stepped out of the store, a Burger King employee dressed in uniform who looked like both a man and a woman chased after him.

"Hey buddy, your wallet!"

Man? Woman?

Irving was taken aback.

"My name is Dominic, buddy, what's with that look? I'm a guy!" The white boy frowned as he saw Irving staring straight at him.

Although the gender had been explained, Owen still had some doubts as he looked at the other person's long blond hair, deep-set features, and lack of an Adam's apple.

However, the other person seemed used to this kind of look and didn't find Irving offensive. They simply reached out and stuffed the pink wallet into Irving's hand, reminding him:

"Hey buddy, is this your wallet? Be careful next time. Immigration checks documents all the time these days. If you lose your wallet and don't have your identification, you'll definitely be in trouble."

Upon hearing the words "Immigration Bureau," Irving immediately felt a headache coming on.

The immigration bureau is not an ordinary agency; it wields considerable power.

Due to its unique positioning, coupled with recent federal laws and the influence of a certain blond-haired individual, this department has expanded rapidly recently.

This has led to immigration officials being present everywhere, causing widespread anxiety.

"My name is Irving, thank you for your concern, but this wallet really isn't mine..." Irving said with a hint of helplessness.

"Alright, stop your pathetic performance, bro." Dominic sighed, running his hand through his beautiful long blond hair.

"I know I'm good-looking, and most men can't resist me. But I have to warn you, I have a boyfriend. If he sees you hitting on me, watch out for your backdoor, buddy!"

"..."

Irving was at a loss for words.

Although he admitted that Dominique was indeed beautiful, he was also certain that his sexual orientation was normal.

"Listen, friend, you can tell from my clothes that I'm a homeless person. I don't even have a cell phone. Do you think I care about these documents?"

Irving hesitated for a moment, but finally chose to tell the truth: "If this wallet is really mine, I certainly won't refuse it."

Unlike at the University of Tokyo, getting replacement documents in the United States is incredibly inefficient and involves a lot of complicated procedures.

For most people, getting a replacement document is rarely a one-time success, as the waiting time alone can waste most of the day.

Even if you successfully queue up, you still have to go through steps such as making a declaration and reporting the loss. Replacing the document can take at least one or two weeks, which is time-consuming and laborious.

Therefore, for the vast majority of people, ID cards, driver's licenses and other documents need to be kept safe, otherwise problems can easily arise at critical moments.

"Are you kidding me, buddy? I saw you throw your wallet on the ground. Fine, I don't care anymore. If you don't want it, you can throw it away..."

With that, Dominic raised his hands, pursed his lips, turned around and went back into the burger shop, leaving Irving standing there alone.

"Fuck!!"

Irving cursed under his breath, and was about to return to the burger shop to continue explaining to Dominic.

But just then, a 2-meter-tall, muscular, bald black man slowly walked over.

He glanced at Irving, walked straight into the burger joint, and gave Dominic a big bear hug.

I'm so into black and white.

Irving's lips twitched. Looking at the muscular black man's body, he decisively gave up the idea of ​​arguing with Dominic and silently turned to leave.

Obviously, as a homeless man without any identification, he wouldn't be foolish enough to take that wallet to the police station.

But if the pink wallet is kept, the owner might return to the burger shop sometime, call the police, and check the security camera footage, making him a likely thief.

Thinking of this, Irving frowned, suddenly feeling a headache coming on.

To be honest, he had no intention of living a homeless life, constantly worrying about where his next meal would come from.

Therefore, returning the item to its rightful owner was his best option.

This not only avoids the risk of breaking the law, but the owner of the wallet might also give him a substantial reward.

"How can we contact the owner?"

Irving carefully searched his wallet but found no way to contact him.

After thinking for a moment, he suddenly thought of a place that might solve his current predicament.

…………

Dwyane Wade Avenue, northeast of Miami.

Originally named Northeast 7th Street, it was renamed Dwyane Wade Avenue in 2020 to commemorate NBA star Dwyane Wade, who retired that same year, and to honor his contribution in leading his team to three championships.

Following the directions in his memory, Irving arrived at Dwyane Wade Avenue, found the third alley, and looked around.

Once he was sure no one was paying attention, he walked directly into the alley.

He discovered this alley by chance while playing GTA VC. It was a mix of immigrants, with many Latinos living there.

Soon after entering the alley, Irving discovered that it was crowded with all sorts of stalls.

There were vendors selling seafood, leaves, and smuggled secondhand digital products. The air was filled with a mixture of fishy smells, smoke, foul odors, engine oil smells, and an unknown putrid smell.

Irving took a baseball cap out of his backpack, put it on to slightly cover his face, and then continued walking forward.

After walking a few dozen meters, a shop with the English words "Leo's Secondhand Shop" came into view, with a worn-out neon sign hanging above it, indicating its long history.

It's obvious at a glance that this shop has been around for a long time.

Seeing that there were people inside the shop, Irving breathed a sigh of relief and pushed the door open to go in.

The shop is small, with only four or five exquisite shelves besides the counter, filled with all kinds of handicrafts.

Hearing the noise at the door, the black man who had been leisurely reading a newspaper behind the counter poked his head out, glanced at Irving, and immediately grinned, revealing two rows of white teeth, and said enthusiastically:

"Hey bro, what service do you need?"