Reborn in America: I Have an Equipment Slot

Irving coughed twice, pretending nothing had happened.

In America, it's perfectly normal for single women to have these things.

After all, the main target market for these massage devices is young, progressive single women.

Seeing that the bathroom was occupied, Irving immediately went to another bathroom.

After taking Tina's shampoo and shower gel, he closed the bathroom door and turned on the tap to start rinsing.

When Ayesha came out of the shower, she saw that no one was in the living room and Owen was nowhere to be seen in the room. She then realized that he must have gone to another bathroom.

Thinking of this, Ayesha's lips immediately curled up. After picking out a Victoria's Secret item she had just bought, she hurriedly returned to her room and started applying body lotion.

After returning from his shower, Owen saw that the bathroom was quiet. He smiled slightly, and without saying a word, went straight to Ayesha's room and pushed the door open.

Then they saw Ayesha with her bottom completely naked.

She was facing away from the door, applying body lotion.

"WTF!!!"

Ayesha was startled by the noise of the door opening and quickly pulled the thin sheet from the bed to cover herself.

"Hey! Owen, you should know to knock before entering someone's room!"

Seeing that Irving had just finished showering, his hair was still wet, revealing his strong body, perfect muscle lines and eight-pack abs, Ayesha complained.

But his voice grew softer and softer, and his eyes became brighter and brighter.

"Why are we being so formal? Besides, I'm your creditor now. What? You don't want to pay interest tonight?" Owen said calmly, picking up a towel to dry his wet hair.

Although his tone was normal, his increasingly heavy breathing betrayed that his mood was not as calm as it appeared.

Upon hearing the word "interest," Ayesha suddenly thought of something.

She then put on the pajamas she had prepared in advance, took an envelope from the bedside table, and handed it to Owen.

Irving took the envelope, opened it, and glanced at it.

He was slightly taken aback when he saw that there was $200 inside.

"Is it really interest?" Owen asked, somewhat puzzled. The amount of money in front of him had touched upon a blind spot in his knowledge.

"Of course, I mean what I say."

Ayesha approached Irving, head held high, and proudly explained, "When you lent me $5000 to tide me over, I said I'd pay you interest weekly. Wasn't that what we agreed on beforehand?"

"But you already..."

Before Owen could finish speaking, Ayesha pressed her finger to his lips, saying meaningfully, "Oh, darling, stop talking. Let's keep things separate. I admit, I slept with you in the first place to pay off my debts, but I don't want to do that anymore..."

"If you can't get over it, then consider this money as a reward for your hard work tonight."

As soon as she finished speaking, Ayesha gently pushed Owen onto the bed.

Irving glanced at Ayesha, who was wearing the latest Victoria's Secret outfit, and then at the envelope containing $200 in his hand.

I felt a little numb.

This scene looks familiar.

A paid program was shown.

……

The next day, early in the morning.

John's Pawnshop.

Irving was humming a little tune as he skillfully assembled the Luger LCP pistol while watching the Miami morning news on TV.

"At 2:35 p.m. yesterday, at the intersection of Wade Street and Second Avenue, more than a dozen homeless Black men brazenly broke into a discount store and staged a 'zero-dollar purchase'. The store owner, Conley Michael, was injured while trying to stop the homeless men."

According to store owner Conley Michael, this is the fourth "free purchase" incident at the store this month, and the Miami Police Department has not yet responded...

Good heavens! A discount store encountered four "zero-dollar purchases" in one month?

No wonder the shop owner got angry and launched into a tirade against the Miami Police Department in front of reporters.

Although it made the news, Irving wasn't surprised at all.

After all, there are so many homeless people in Miami these days, so it's not surprising that "zero-dollar purchases" happen from time to time.

It only makes the news because it happens so often.

The news continued to play, and Irving continued to assemble the Luger LCP pistol in his hands with his head down.

"Last night, at 104 Eka Street, four homeless Black men broke into a pawn shop at midnight to steal goods, but were caught red-handed by the pawn shop owner on night patrol, resulting in a fierce gunfight!"

According to the Miami Police Department, two of the four suspects involved in the crime were shot dead at the scene, while the other two sustained minor injuries. The two injured suspects have been taken to the hospital and will later be arrested and imprisoned for robbery.

"According to statistics, gun violence in Miami has increased significantly in the past six months, up 12.5% ​​year-on-year, causing many residents to worry about their safety..."

Irving continued to skillfully disassemble and reassemble the pistol.

A progress bar suddenly popped up in front of me a moment later.

Current progress: [4/20]

Seeing that the progress bar had moved forward a bit more, Irving put away the Luger LCP pistol in his hand.

I picked up a Desert Eagle from the counter and awkwardly began to disassemble it.

Irving originally didn't plan to rush to complete the skill quest that came with this special equipment, the "First Generation Sharpshooter's Sidearm".

But seeing the shootings that happen from time to time in the news, Irving felt that he should hurry up and finish his mission to get his gun license so that he could feel more at ease.

Just as Irving was referring to the structural diagrams and concentrating on disassembling the Desert Eagle,

Suddenly, the roar of a motorcycle came from outside the door.

Before Irving could even step out from behind the counter to check, several black men sauntered in.

Noticing several Black men blocking the entrance to the pawnshop with motorcycles, Irving immediately showed his displeasure and shouted before the two men could even enter:

"Hey! You better not park this pile of junk in front of my door, it's getting in the way of my business!"

As he spoke, Owen subconsciously moved the shotgun that was placed some distance away closer to him.

Several black men, judging from their appearance alone, looked no different from gang thugs. They drove several motorcycles and blocked the entrance of the pawnshop... Were they planning to buy something for free?

"Boss, what are you talking about?" Morgan was greeted with a barrage of questions as soon as he walked in, looking completely bewildered.

Upon noticing that the visitors were Morgan and his group, who were regular customers, Irving's expression instantly changed.

"Oh, it's you, Morgan. I thought you were some gangsters trying to rob me. Nice motorcycle, man!"

Irving relaxed and asked with a smile, "Did you come here today to sell me something good again?"

"These motorcycles are ones our gang discarded. Give us an estimate, and if the price is right, we'll sell them to you cheaply," Morgan said, pointing to the motorcycles parked at the entrance.

"Motorcycle?" Upon hearing these three words, Irving immediately frowned.

"Morgan, let me make this clear first. Although this is a pawn shop, we don't accept just anything. If it's not a brand-name motorcycle, but a second-hand assembled motorcycle, I can't buy it."

As he spoke, Irving stepped out from behind the counter and headed towards the door.