Gray-White Orange

When Allen Zhang opened my eyes, he found himself on the free air of the West Coast. 
He became a city explorer. 
He started off with no dog, no identity, not even a tent. 
Fortunately, he gained a daily intelligence system and made many like-minded friends. 
[Daily Intelligence: At the club on 134 Hopson Street, there are a large number of recyclable cans and clear beverage bottles in the green trash bin in the alley.] 
[Daily Intelligence: In the red trash can on 96 Eito Street, there are unfinished burgers and 7 fresh flowers, as well as an unopened bottle of Pinot Noir red wine.] 
[Daily Intelligence: Your good neighbor Jesse has a scratch-off lottery ticket worth $5000 in their tent!]
[Daily Intelligence: Mike's junkyard is selling a 1976 GMC camper van that has been parked in the suburbs for twenty years for a low price of $200. Details: At the Old Pick Garage, there is someone who can fix it.] 
Fxxk!! Life has turned into a ridiculous scavenger game. 
Allen Zhang decides to start leveling up from the streets of the novice village, striving for a better tomorrow.

America: Starting with Daily Intelligence

Alright, why did I run into this kind of thing again.


Seeing this, Allen Zhang also turned his head and walked away.


He didn't want to bet whether the gun that Black was carrying was real or not, although there was a high probability that it was fake in broad daylight in the city district.


Fuck! The level of the homeless on this street is a bit high! Their inventory is full of lethal weapons, and their affiliations are all tied to local gangs.


I don't know if it's because the latter part of the Sunkist Bar is gang-controlled, which definitely must be some unruly Black gang.


Even the homeless's bread and butter you have to snatch away, really got no shame; I look down on you!


After walking two more streets, he happened upon some patrolling officers eating donuts and drinking bubble tea at the traffic lights. Allen Zhang got an idea and approached a homeless man holding a cup begging nearby, whispering something to him after handing him 5 US dollars.


Chapter 60: Driving Off Wolves and Swallowing Tigers