American Comprehensive Detective: Opening with a black gun

Chapter 97 97 Cycling

"Ron, help me!"

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

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

Oyate was also brought in.

Although Ron had expected it, he was still a little surprised.

"Wait, you were dragged in too?"

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

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

"I'm riding a power train, shit, this world actually requires human power to generate electricity. And we have to watch so many ads, and all content has to be paid. The more exciting the content, the more money you need to pay for!"

"You mean, you were riding the electric car when you first came in? Or did you faint on the ground?"

"I fainted on the ground, and then a garbage picker woke me up. He told me that if I want to live a good life, I must pedal on a generator car. The faster I pedal, the more numbers in the lower right corner of the screen, which means more credits.

More means richer. When we are rich to a certain level, we can gain freedom!"

"Oh, is this the case for you too?"

Ron touched his chin. It seemed that everyone entered the game from the same starting point.

"No, where is your bodyguard?"

"What a shitty bodyguard. He has no professional qualities 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 should he discriminate against me?"

"He used to be a bodyguard, but now he is a humanoid generator riding a power train just like you. You are equal. No, with your physical condition, you are destined not to go far on the road of humanoid generator, and sooner or later you will become a cleaner.

As a worker, it’s normal for him to discriminate against you.”

Ron took a look at Oyate's overweight body and felt pessimistically that Oyate wouldn't be able to hold on for a few days.

An overweight and hollow body will soon be exhausted by day after day physical labor.

By then, Oyate won't even be able to keep his job as a generator driver, and will have to work as a garbage collector.

In this mysterious and hierarchical company, those at the bottom should be the generators, that is, the workers who ride the generators. The ones who are worse than the workers who ride the generators should be the cleaners.

This is also the reason why Divac discriminated against Ron when he saw Ron fainted.

Because fainting at work means that your 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.

As cleaners are at the bottom of society, it is natural for them to be discriminated against by others.

"Well... what you said makes sense. It's normal for him to do this."

Oyate wiped the sweat from his head, his eyes filled with anxiety.

Riding the generator car all afternoon today has already caught up with his workload in the past year.

"So, what do you mean by you wanting me to save you?"

Oyate is recovering from the sudden change in social status.

Yes, bodyguards all discriminate against me.

Isn't it just a matter of asking Ron for help?

How could Ron possibly help himself?

"Uh...that means I'm destined to be a cleaner?"

Oyate's face was gloomy. He knew that his body had lacked exercise all year round and had been drained by alcohol and sex. He would definitely not be able to sustain this kind of physical work for long.

"Don't be discouraged. Maybe the cleaner will have a better life?"

"hope so!"

…

After dinner, Ron returned to the bedroom.

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

As soon as he walked in, the screen started playing ads.

In an instant, he was surrounded by advertisements.

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

Ron waved his hand, and then... an advertisement was changed.

He stretched out his hand and clicked, and a dialog box popped up. There was a prompt in the dialog box, "Do you want to exit advertising?"

Ron clicked "Yes".

In the lower right corner of the screen, 4.2 million credits are displayed, which is automatically reduced by 500 credits.

Then, the advertisements on the monitors around the room disappeared immediately.

The screen fell into darkness, and this bedroom looked like a bedroom.

Ron was speechless.

One advertisement is worth 500 credit points, and ten advertisements are worth 5,000 credit points.

Then, Ron started practicing singing in the room.

Yes, he is preparing to debut in the draft.

Ron could never dream of getting rid of this damn commercial.

Therefore, he must quickly complete the class jump.

He definitely... definitely didn't want to continue pedaling.

Three days passed in this way.

Ron was surprised to find that there were additional skills among his skills.

Singing skills: LV0.

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

Ron could understand the emergence of singing skills. He started practicing at night these days.

Why does Mao have one more cyclist?

Could it be that I have over-invested in riding electric cars these days?

The key singing skill is only level 0, and the bicycle driving is already level 1.

The singing skills that I have practiced hard are not as good as my ability to eat.

Huh? It seems quite normal.

The spirit of working as a worker now has another skill as a working worker, how embarrassing it is!

Ron decisively upgraded his singing skills to level 2.

Name: Ron.

Bloodline: Ancestral Bloodline LV2 (Characteristics: Primary Strengthening; Primary Teleportation; Primary Allegiance).

Combat skills: telekinesis LV5; gun fighting skill LV3; foolish eye (perfect); pistol mastery (perfect).

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

Skill points: 4.

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

Ron took a look at the 5.5 million credits. He still had 10 million credits left to buy a ticket to 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 15 million credits, with just over 120,000 left.

Bingham likely spent 15 million credits to buy his ticket to the draft.

He should have given the ticket to the beautiful woman Abby.

Yesterday Ron saw Bingham and Abby flirting with each other, but today, Abby was gone.

Abby should have made her debut in the draft.

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

By then, Bingham will definitely collapse, then pick himself up again and embark on the road to debut in the draft.

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

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

Ron still overestimated Oyate. Oyate only persisted for half a day before decisively competing for the position of cleaner.

Soon the morning's work was over.

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

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

Ron knew this woman, her name was Hannah, she was a riding friend with him, and her job was right next to him.

(End of chapter)