American Comprehensive Detective: Start with a black gun

Chapter 97 Chapter 97

"Ron, help me!"

When Ron saw Oyate, he knew that Oyate should also be sucked in.

"Help you, what's wrong with you?"

Oyat was also pulled in.

Ron was a little taken aback, even though he had expected it.

"Wait, you were pulled in too?"

Oyate nodded quickly, "Yes, I was also pulled in!"

"Huh? Where were you when you first came in?"

"I'm riding a dynamo, shit, the world actually needs human power to generate electricity. And I have to watch so many advertisements, and I have to pay for all the content, and the more exciting the content, the more I need to pay!"

"You mean, you were pedaling the dynamo right after you came in? Or did you pass out on the ground?"

"I fainted on the ground, and then a garbage picker woke me up. He told me that if you want to live well, you must pedal the electric car. The faster you pedal, the more numbers in the lower right corner of the screen, which means the higher the credit points." More means richer. When we are rich to a certain extent, we can be free!"

"Oh, are you the same?"

Ron touched his chin. It seems that everyone started the game from the same point.

"No, where's your bodyguard?"

"Shit bodyguard, he has no professionalism at all. He actually... thinks that I will soon become a cleaner and discriminates against me. He is a bodyguard, and I don't discriminate against him. Why does he discriminate against me?"

"He used to be a bodyguard, but now he is a humanoid dynamo riding a dynamo like you. You are equal. No, with your physical condition, you are destined to not go far on the road of a humanoid dynamo, and sooner or later you will become a clean man. Worker, it is normal for him to discriminate against you."

Ron looked at Oyate's overweight body, and felt pessimistically that Oyate would not be able to last for a few days.

A body that is overweight and hollowed out will soon be overwhelmed by the day-to-day physical labor.

At that time, Aoyate can't even keep the job of riding a generator car, and can only do the work of cleaning garbage.

In this mysterious and highly hierarchical company, the generators should be at the bottom, that is, the workers who ride the dynamo, and the cleaners should be worse than the workers who ride the dynamo.

This is why Divac discriminated against Ron when he saw Ron faint.

Because fainting at work means that the body is broken.

If your health is not good, you will definitely not be able to do the physical work of riding a generator car every day.

At this time, I can only be reduced to the lowest level of cleaners.

Cleaners are at the bottom of society, and it is only natural that they are discriminated against by others.

"Uh... what you said makes sense, it's normal for him to do this."

Oyate wiped the sweat off his head, his eyes were anxious.

Today, he rode the generator car all afternoon, which has already caught up with his previous year's workload.

"So, what do you want me to save you for?"

Oyat reeled from the sudden change in social status.

Yes, bodyguards discriminate against themselves.

Isn't it just a matter of life and death to ask Ron for help?

How could Ron help himself?
"Uh... that means I'm destined to only become a cleaner?"

Oyate's face was ashen. He knew his body well. He lacked exercise all the year round and had already been drained by alcohol and sex. This kind of physical work would definitely not last long.

"Don't be discouraged, maybe the cleaners are better off?"

"hope so!"

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After dinner, Ron went back to the bedroom.

There is only one bed in the bedroom, about seven or eight square meters, surrounded by LCD screens.

As soon as he walked in, the screens started playing commercials.

In an instant, he was surrounded by advertisements.

There are ads for paid content, ads for games, and ads for videos of color.

Ron waved his hand, and... just changed the ad.

He reached out and clicked in the air, and a dialog box popped up. There was a prompt in the dialog box, "Do you want to quit the advertisement?"

Ron clicked "yes".

In the lower right corner of the screen, 420 million credit points were displayed, and 500 credit points were automatically reduced.

Then, the advertisements on the display screens around the room disappeared immediately.

The screen was plunged into darkness, and this bedroom felt like a bedroom.

Ron was speechless.

One advertisement is 500 credits, ten advertisements is 5000 credits.

Then, Ron started singing in his room.

Yes, he's about to make his draft debut.

Ron dreamed of getting rid of the goddamn ad.

Therefore, he has to quickly complete the class transition.

He absolutely... definitely didn't want to keep pedaling.

In this way, three days passed.

Ron was surprised to find that skills were added to his skills.

Singing skills: LV0.

In addition to singing skills, he actually awakened a skill, bicycle driving: LV1.

Ron could understand the emergence of singing skills, and he started practicing at night these days.

Why would there be one more bicycle driver?
Could it be that you have been too invested in pedaling the electric car these days?
The key singing skills are only level 0, and the bicycle driving is already level 1.

The singing skills that have been practiced hard are actually not as good as the ability to eat by myself.

Huh?It seems quite normal.

The soul of a migrant worker, now there is another skill of a migrant worker, how embarrassing it is!

Ron decisively raised his singing skills to level 2.

Name: Ron.

Bloodline: Ancestral Bloodline LV2 (Characteristics: primary strength; primary teleportation; primary allegiance).

Combat skills: mind ability LV5; gun fighting technique LV3; ignorant eyes (perfect); pistol mastery (perfect).

Life skills: car driving LV3; singing LV2; unlocking LV1; bicycle driving LV1.

Skill Points: 4.

With his good looks and singing skills, he should be able to make his debut in the draft.

Ron took a look at the 550 million credits, and there was only 1000 million credits left before he could buy tickets for his debut in the draft.

"come on!"

Ron shouted to himself in the mirror, then turned around and went to pedal.

Today Ron caught a glimpse of Black Bingham's 1500 million credits, leaving just over 12.

Bingham likely spent 1500 million credits on tickets to debut in the draft.

He should have given the ticket to the beauty Abby.

Ron saw Bingham and Abby flirting with each other yesterday, but today, Abby is gone.

Abby should have debuted in the draft.

Maybe, Abby's color video will be freshly released tonight.

At that time, Bingham will definitely collapse, and then, regain his strength, also embark on the road to the draft.

Sure enough, the draft is the only way out here.

At the same time, Ron also saw Oyat, a cleaner in yellow clothes.

Ron still overestimated Oyate, and Oyate only persisted for a long time before resolutely competing for the position of cleaner.

Soon the morning work will be over.

It was lunch time, and Ron sat alone in a quiet corner.

As soon as he sat down, a white woman in her twenties came over and sat opposite Ron.

Ron knew this woman, her name was Hannah, and he was a riding buddy, and the job was next to him.

(End of this chapter)