Reborn in America: I Have an Equipment Slot

Seeing the other party leave, Dodge quickly dismissed his employees and got them back to work.

After rubbing his temples and calming down a bit, Dodge noticed Owen standing beside him and immediately looked apologetic.

"Sorry, buddy, that scene just now scared you, didn't it? But you'll get used to it. They're from the Bloods. They've recently taken over most of the streets between Fifth and Tenth Avenues. People like us can't fight them."

"Speaking of which, I kind of miss the days when Hellfire was around. Although that street gang did collect protection money and was quite greedy, at least it wasn't like this now..."

Irving stood aside without saying a word, and after listening carefully to Dodge's complaints, he finally gained a general understanding of the gang power in Miami.

Simply put, there are countless gangs on the streets of Miami, with all sorts of thugs and gangsters running rampant.

However, they are broadly divided into three major gangs: the Blood Gang, Hellfire, and the Hand of God...

The Bloods are the most prominent and powerful gang in recent years, with a predominantly Black membership and influence throughout Florida.

Secondly, there's the Hellfire, one of Miami's homegrown gangs with a long history. It was originally founded by some Italians and is also the most disciplined of these gangs.

Last in line is the Hand of God, which is mostly populated by people of American descent, and they speak Spanish.

These three forces are constantly vying for power in Miami. It's fair to say that almost half of all criminal cases that occur in Miami each year are caused by these three forces.

"The Hellfire gang used to be alright; after collecting protection money, they would actually maintain community order. But the Blood Gang is a different story. Sigh, I don't know how they'll be able to do business in the future..."

Dodge sighed, as if suddenly remembering something. He looked around and whispered to Irving, "You should know those homeless people on the streets of Miami, right?"

"I know, there are plenty on any street these days." Owen nodded.

"I heard that the Blood Gang started by exploiting the homeless..."

"The homeless business?" Irving asked, somewhat puzzled.

Seeing that Irving didn't understand, Dodge explained in a low voice, "Let me tell you, before I worked in the auto repair shop, I worked as a morgue operator and knew a lot of doctors in shady hospitals."

"They openly buy the corpses of homeless people, then dissect them. The 'fresher' the corpse, the more valuable it is. Eyeballs, hearts, livers, kidneys—each part can be sold separately. It's through these businesses that the Blood Gang has grown so large in just a few years..."

Dodge went into more and more detail.

Irving got goosebumps all over his body when he heard this.

So your gang really is a criminal organization!

They even dare to lay a hand on a corpse?

"Aren't they afraid of breaking the law?" Owen frowned subconsciously.

Unexpectedly, Dodge burst out laughing.

"Hey buddy, do you have a driver's license?" Dodge asked.

"Of course."

"Look at your driver's license, there's a separate organ donation option, it's checked by default, buddy."

Dodge shook his head, muttering, "Our country's laws don't serve us poor people, they serve the capitalists!"

"So buddy, try to get as few medical checkups as possible. As for smoking, drinking, and marijuana, the less you do, the better. That way, if something happens, at least no one will want your organs."

"..."

After the protection money incident, Dodge was clearly much more sober. After some discussion, Dodge agreed to remove the restrictive clauses in the contract, leaving only the restriction that Irving had to sell the car to him.

After signing the contract and checking the overall condition of the vehicle, Irving got into the car and prepared to leave.

"Hey buddy, if you ever need any repairs in the future, feel free to come back and patronize our business. And if you ever decide you don't want to drive the RV anymore, you can contact me anytime, anywhere, and I'll be there right away!" Dodge waved to Owen and greeted him warmly.

"OK!" Irving simply made a hand gesture, then stepped on the gas and started the car.

After quickly familiarizing himself with the operating system, Irving skillfully turned the steering wheel and left the auto repair shop.

Although it was his first time driving his own car on the road, Irving felt very relaxed.

Although the braking system and engine of this RV were manufactured in the last century, it feels much more comfortable to drive than many school buses and trucks.

As Irving drove, watching the sun set and the city lights come on, he immediately turned on the car stereo and played some soothing music.

At that moment, he suddenly felt incredibly free.

……

As night falls, Miami seems to light up, with dazzling neon lights and eye-catching GG signs gleaming in the darkness, illuminating every corner of the city.

The casinos, hotels, and entertainment venues that were dormant during the day now seemed to have woken up, their lights flashing incessantly.

This was the first time Irving had driven through the streets of Miami at night.

Passing through the heart of Miami, the streets are bustling with traffic and people, with luxury cars and sports cars coming and going, making everything seem prosperous and dazzling.

After a half-hour drive, Owen parked the RV in a parking space near the bookstore not far from Tina's house.

Tina brought him a bento box in the afternoon, and she seemed to have something on her mind.

Owen originally planned to park the RV in front of the pawn shop, but when he thought of Tina's pitiful appearance and her pretense that everything was fine, he softened and decided to come and take a look.

A few minutes later.

The apartment door opened, and Ayesha was slightly taken aback to see Owen's sudden arrival. She then said with a hint of reproach, "Hey, look who this is! Isn't this my creditor? What brings you here today?"

"Sorry, Ayesha, the pawnshop has been incredibly busy these past few days," Owen explained, scratching his head somewhat awkwardly.

"Never mind, I'm fine, it's just Tina..." Ayesha shook her head.

"Tina?"

Owen frowned slightly, a bad feeling creeping into his heart. "What's wrong with her?"

Ayesha opened the door, gestured for Owen to come in, then looked towards Tina's room and explained in a low voice:

"I don't know the specifics, but Tina has been acting very strangely these past two days. She leaves early and comes home late every day, and sometimes she hides in her room and cries."

"Let me make this clear first, I don't know the reason. Every time I go over to comfort her, she explains that it's a problem with her studies, but my intuition tells me that she must have encountered some serious trouble..."