The Reversal of Heaven Begins with The Smiling, Proud Wanderer

Peter Parker foolishly fiddled with his camera, where were the photos of the girls he liked?

Lin Mu sat diagonally behind, his fingertips lightly touching the school bus window.

Without exerting any force, my palm was firmly stuck to the glass, and I could even feel the airflow on the other side of the glass.

Feeling the surging power within him and an unprecedented heightened sense of perception, the whole world seemed brand new to him.

He could hear conversations on the street corner in the distance, and could clearly see the small print on billboards a few blocks away. His body was so light that it seemed he could float away with the slightest effort.

This all-around enhanced feeling can be summed up in one word—awesome!

However, due to the presence of many people around, it was inconvenient to test many abilities.

The school bus returned to Midtown High School, just in time for school to let out.

Lin Mu didn't say goodbye to Peter. He walked straight out of the school gate and returned to the personal residence arranged for him by the system. It was a not-so-spacious but clean and tidy rental apartment in Queens.

Closing the door shut out the noise of the outside world, but the world was still noisy to his extraordinary hearing. Fortunately, Lin Mu quickly mastered a way to filter out the useless information.

Immediately afterward, Lin Mu thought of something important—making money!

Chapter 39: Selling Gold

The Gate of All Heavens provided Lin Mu with a legitimate identity in this world, but it did not provide him with funds.

Lin Mu now only has a few hundred dollars left in his wallet, and he will have to figure out how to cover his living expenses from now on.

We can first exchange gold for some money to buy daily necessities, and we can also acquire some modern weapons...

Lin Mu sat on the edge of the bed, lost in thought.

To operate in this world, whether it's purchasing equipment, gathering intelligence, or covering daily expenses, you'll need US dollars.

Thinking of this, Lin Mu went out and went to a nearby internet cafe. He typed "selling gold" into the search bar and quickly found a shop in Queens. The rating wasn't high, but it was close by and marked "cash transactions accepted".

After noting down the location, Lin Mu shut down his computer and left, walking into the alley behind the internet cafe.

With a thought, he took out the backpack and several gold bricks he had collected in the rented room from the system space.

The gold bricks were looted in the Shaolin Temple; they were of excellent quality and very heavy.

"It is now 2002, and according to information found online, the price of gold is around $310 per ounce."

Lin Mu estimated: "A gold bar weighs about four kilograms, which is equivalent to 70.55 ounces. After tax, it can be sold for about 20,000 US dollars."

$20,000 in 2002 was still quite valuable.

You can buy a decent used sports car in America.

In the original storyline, Peter Parker wanted to buy a $3000 used car to woo Mary Jane, but ended up fighting in an underground boxing match and sacrificing Uncle Ben.

That led to the creation of Spider-Man.

Twenty minutes later, Lin Mu stood at the entrance of "Old John's Gold Exchange".

Pushing open the glass door, the wind chimes on the door jingled.

The shop owner was a middle-aged white man whose belly stretched his plaid shirt taut, a gold necklace dangling from his collar, and coffee stains on his knuckles.

He was leaning against the counter reading The New York Times when he heard the noise and lifted his eyelids slightly.

When they saw Lin Mu's age and Asian features, their eyes showed a hint of perfunctoriness.

"Kid, want to buy gold jewelry or sell something?"

The shop owner's voice carried a thick New York accent, his fingers were still tapping on the newspaper, and his eyes were glued to the page.

Lin Mu placed the backpack on the counter, unzipped it, and took out the gold bars.

Do you buy gold?

When the shopkeeper saw the gold, his eyes lit up slightly, and his attitude changed instantly. He immediately put down his newspaper, leaned forward, and his previously droopy eyelids perked up.

He picked up the gold, weighed it carefully, and then took out professional tools to test its purity. During this time, his gaze inadvertently swept over Lin Mu's young, Asian face and his seemingly ordinary clothes.

"Good quality. Where did you get it?"

The shop owner asked casually.

"Heirloom."

Lin Mu said calmly, "I need the money recently, so I'll sell it if the price is right."

The shop owner narrowed his eyes, not delving into the details. After checking the purity and weight, he gave a price far below the market price: "Ten thousand US dollars."

Seeing that the other party was trying to lower the price, Lin Mu was too lazy to argue and simply put away the gold: "Since you're not sincere, then forget it."

"Wait, how much did you say?"

The shop owner quickly called Lin Mu to a stop.

"After tax, it's $20,000."

Lin Mu's voice was flat.

This is the market price.

The shop owner shook his head: "The price of gold has been falling recently, and it might even drop further. I can only offer 12,000 at most, no more than that."

Lin Mu looked into the shop owner's eyes: "18,000. If you don't accept it, I'll leave now."

Seeing Lin Mu's confident look, the shop owner knew that he could still make a profit at this price, just a small one.

"make a deal."

The shop owner gritted his teeth: "I'll get the money for you right now!"

Just as the shop owner turned to go into the back room to get the money, Lin Mu suddenly spoke up: "Wait, I have a few more pieces here. Can you finish them?"

Lin Mu then took out nine gold bricks from his backpack (actually his system space) and placed them on the counter.

Ten gold bars were piled on the counter, their dazzling golden light so bright it dazzled the shop owner.

His breathing quickened instantly, and he steadied himself by placing his hands on the counter. His voice trembled slightly as he asked, "How...how much do you have left?"

"These are the ten pieces we have right now."

Lin Mu said, "Let's sell them together. The price is the same as before, $180,000 after tax. I want $20,000 in cash, and the rest can be transferred to my account."

The shop owner's gaze swept back and forth between Jinzhuan and Lin Mu.

[This young man from the East looks young, yet he dares to carry forty pounds of gold around. Isn't he afraid of being robbed?]

The thought of robbing him even flashed through his mind, but he quickly suppressed it.

This kid's eyes are too steady; he doesn't seem like someone who lacks confidence. If he has a backup plan, it could be troublesome.

A person who can casually produce forty pounds of gold is clearly not an ordinary person.

"Row!"

The shop owner gritted his teeth: "I'll get it done for you right away!"

After confirming that there was no problem with the gold, the transaction was completed quickly. The shop owner gave Lin Mu 20,000 yuan in cash, and the remaining 160,000 US dollars were deposited into his bank account.

That was a savings card that the system helped him open, and the account holder information was completely legitimate.

Lin Mu took the money expressionlessly, counted it, stuffed it into his pocket, and turned to leave.

Just as he stepped out of the shop and turned into a relatively quiet alley, his spider-sense suddenly sent a slight tremor through him.

A faint sense of danger crept up his spine; it wasn't a fatal threat, but more like someone was watching him from the shadows.

Lin Mu didn't stop walking, but his ears caught the noise behind him.

The sound of hurried footsteps, three people in total, the sound of shoes scraping the ground was hurried, as if they were afraid he would run away.

Lin Mu deliberately walked into an alley where there were no surveillance cameras or other people.

Hey! Asian kid! Stop right there!

The voice behind me was hoarse, a mixture of smoke and alcohol.

Lin Mu slowly turned around, his gaze sweeping over the three black thugs.

The leader was bald, with a brass ring through his left ear, cheap tattoos showing through his T-shirt collar, and a large gold chain.

The two henchmen beside him were even younger; one had dyed green hair and was holding a baseball bat in his hand.

The other was as thin as a stick, holding a switchblade in his hand, which made a "click" sound when it snapped open.

"Kid, hand over all the money."

The bald man stepped forward, spitting on the ground. Because of his dark skin and the dim alley, he was almost invisible to the average person if it weren't for his bright white teeth and clothes.

What if I don't pay?

Lin Mu's eyes were frighteningly calm, a kind of indifference as if he were looking at a dead object.

"What? Kid, are you scared out of your wits?"

The thug carrying a baseball bat sneered and stepped forward, swinging the bat at Lin Mu's shoulder.

What appears to be a powerful and heavy blow to an ordinary person seems as slow as a snail's crawl in Lin Mu's dynamic vision.

He didn't even bother to dodge.

"boom!"

The baseball bat slammed solidly into Lin Mu's shoulder, making a dull thud.

The thug's triumphant smile vanished in an instant, replaced by shock and pain.

He felt as if he had hit a hard alloy; the shock made his wrist go numb, and the baseball bat almost slipped from his hand.

Lin Mu remained completely still, not even flinching.

"Isn't it good to be alive?"

As Lin Mu spoke, he grabbed the thug by the neck and twisted it casually.

"Crack!"

The sound of bones breaking was very clear in the quiet alleyway.

"Fuck Fuck!"

"monster!"

The bald man and his henchmen were startled and immediately tried to run away.

The moment the two turned around, Lin Mu suddenly flicked out his right index and middle fingers.

"Huh! Huh!"

Two thin, white spider silks shot out from his fingertips and stuck to the back of the two men's heads with perfect precision.

Lin Mu pulled with ease, as effortlessly as pulling up two small white fish while fishing.

The two thugs stared wide-eyed in terror, and in a flash, they were sent flying backwards in front of Lin Mu.

Lin Mu's eyes turned cold, and he moved with lightning speed, his five fingers forming deep grooves as he grabbed the back of their necks and applied slight force.

"Crack! Click!"

Two crisp cracking sounds rang out in the quiet alley.

The two bodies then collapsed limply to the ground, their eyes still filled with extreme fear and disbelief.

Since we've already started, we can't leave any survivors.

In this chaotic neighborhood, it's common for a few thugs to go missing.

Lin Mu glanced at the three corpses, and a thought struck him.

The next moment, the three corpses, along with the baseball bats and switchblades they had dropped, vanished instantly and were stored in the system space.

After doing all this, Lin Mu walked calmly out of the alley as if nothing had happened.

Chapter 40: Norman Osborn

After dealing with the three scoundrels, Lin Mu, clutching the 20,000 yuan in cash he had just received and a bank card containing 160,000 US dollars, turned into the "Brooklyn Supermarket" on the street corner.

This supermarket is large and has a diverse customer flow, making it ideal for making purchases in batches without attracting attention.