I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping

Scenes like those from Fast & Furious are already child's play for Boss Jiang.

By now.

What storms and waves has he not seen?

Maybe he'd pay more attention to a tank or infantry fighting vehicle, but a paper tiger Camry...

Who can it scare?

The competition for interests is inherently bloody.

When paying for the oden, Boss Jiang already sensed something was off.

Expensive.

Just way too expensive.

For instance, you pay for two portions when you only have the amount for one; this discrepancy is significant enough that even the most insensitive person could feel it.

The situation has developed to this point.

It's beyond what any one person can stop.

According to normal logic, attacking him serves no real purpose other than venting anger.

Yet someone still went ahead and did it.

What does that tell you?

Playing outside the rules doesn't necessarily mean great wisdom; it more likely indicates they've lost their mind and are panicking.

As for which license plate that Camry had, Jiang Chen didn't plan to worry about it.

He has long been a qualified capitalist, with the qualities and awareness expected of one.

Surely, the vast Tokyo is not lacking people who despise him.

That Camry most likely represents the will of a collective.

"Someone wants to assassinate me. From now on, Mao Tu, you might as well stay here and sleep, keep your Taoist sister company."

A gentleman does not stand under a dangerous wall.

And how could he not listen to Qing Gege?

From childhood to adulthood, Comrade Jiang Chen has never been one to act rashly. If blocked, he would detour; if outmatched, he would run.

It's clear someone is using some petty tricks while swaggering around as a lone hero.

That's not bravery.

That's idiotic.

Such fools who use their lives as props for posing only appear in novels.

Of course.

Such fools in novels are generally called—protagonists.

Boss Jiang isn't a protagonist, nor is he a fool.

With Duanmu girl invincible in melee, plus Mao Tu as a strong shooter.

—One could say he has no worries.

"Where are they? Where's the enemy?"

Mao Tu's eyes were big with excitement, without a trace of concern for Boss Jiang.

"The person... is probably half-dead already."

After turning so many times in the air.

The feeling can't be too pleasant.

"Jiang Chen, the little days finally can't stand you anymore."

Not exactly gloating, maybe just some banter, as Jiang Chen looked at the petite girl capable of lifting over 200 pounds.

"Where's your gun?"

"In the room, why?"

Good lord.

With Cao Jinse gone, does she forget her duty?

How can one be without their gear?

"Go get it quickly."

"Jiang Chen, are you really that timid? What are you afraid of? Let them come. Watch if the Taoist sister won't chop their heads off."

Jiang Chen had witnessed Duanmu girl's prowess, that scene of blocking bullets with a knife is still unforgettable, incredibly stunning.

But one thing at a time.

He's taken care of Mao Tu for so long; she can't just freeload.

"Are we friends or not?"

Mao Tu nodded without hesitation, truly feeling the friendship from the bottom of her heart now.

"Alright then."

She sighed, "For the sake of you being a good person, I'll help you this once."

Jiang Chen was already aware of her character and didn't mind, "How many bullets does your gun hold?"

"Eight rounds, so what?"

"What if there are more than eight enemies?"

At that, Mao Tu smirked disdainfully and then shook her pink fist, "I still have my fists."

Jiang Chen didn't doubt the lethal power of her fists, but to make her, an AD, engage in melee combat?

Not suitable.

Inappropriate.

"Forget it, you don't need to get your gun; I'll just give you a gift as a reward for protecting me."

"What gift?"

Mao Tu's big eyes blinked with curiosity, straightforward and innocent, accepting whatever comes.

Jiang Chen left her in suspense, said nothing, went back to the bedroom, bent down by the bed, and pulled out something from under the bed.

It seemed heavy.

It was a black long cloth bag.

Not just Mao Tu, even Tanki Liuli watched Jiang Chen emerging with the item, pure eyes blinking.

"What's that."

Mao Tu wasn't about politeness, immediately stepping over, just short of snatching it from Boss Jiang's hands.

Jiang Chen, carrying it to the living room, calmly placed the black long cloth bag on the ground, then knelt down, unzipping it in the watchful eyes of Mao Tu and Tanki Liuli.

Since it was meant for Mao Tu.

Of course, it wasn't some kind of legendary weapon.

As he opened the zipper and they saw what's inside the bag, Mao Tu's pupils slightly widened, a bit distracted.

Jiang Chen, half-squatting, nonchalantly took out the parts from inside.

Mao Tu lifted her gaze.

"What do you need a sniper rifle for?"

That's right.

In his hand, someone was cradling an SR-25 sniper rifle!

More accurately.

It was the gun frame.

This was by no means some imitation toy.

With just a glance at the paint finish, Mao Tu immediately confirmed it was the real deal!

"Clack."

Someone calmly assembled the parts one by one, not very fast, but at least without needing to look at a manual.

Before long.

An eye-catching killing machine was fully assembled.

Holding it up, Jiang Chen asked, "Do you like it?"

Boss Jiang indeed knows how to give gifts.

He understands what suits different people.

Mao Tu couldn't help moving forward, the way her eyes were fixed, enough to reveal the answer.

Like.

Really likes it.

With armor-piercing and infinity, how could an AD player not like it?

"Where did it come from?"

Dongying is not the free and democratic West.