Chapter 4, I hate two kinds of people the most

With the initial proficiency granted by the system, Roger's development of the line fruit is exceptionally smooth.

　　In just over half an hour, he initially mastered the use of "bounce thread" and "five-color thread".

　　Of course, this is only limited to initial use, and there is still a long way to go before being thoroughly proficient.

　　How to control these lines that are so thin that they are invisible to the naked eye is not difficult for him, but it is not a simple matter to adjust these lines to different sharpness at any time according to his own wishes.

　　After cutting several trees like a cutter, he gradually grasped the trick to control the sharpness of thin lines.

　　Fortunately, this is a remote park with few tourists, so his alternative "tree felling" activity did not attract the attention of other people, especially the attention of park managers.

　　Under such careful training, the sky gradually dimmed.

　　However, Roger still had no plans to leave the park at this time.

　　Although the park will be patrolled after nightfall, management personnel will drive away those street sleepers who try to spend the night in the park.

　　But it was just past eight o'clock, and it was far from time for the management to drive away street sleepers.

　　Roger is so sure because the original owner of his identity had been a street sleeper for some time.

　　At that time, the original owner, who had just fallen out with Boss Joe, had neither a job nor extra savings, so he could only sleep in the streets or parks like those homeless people.

　　This kind of street-sleeping life continued until the original owner of the identity found a fairly formal job before it really came to an end.

　　Obviously there is a handsome face that can be called a movie star, but in the end he has fallen to the point of sleeping on the street, which is really a violent thing.

　　If the person facing this situation was Roger at the time, even if he couldn't cook the delicacies of the mountains and the sea, he would definitely not fall to the point of sleeping on the street.

　　Taking advantage of the cover of the night, Roger became more and more bold in the practice of "bounce line" and "five-color line", and began to test the limits he could currently reach.

　　laugh! laugh! laugh...

　　After almost "damaging" all the surrounding trees, he finally got some more reliable data.

　　With his current control, he can manipulate these thin lines as he wants within a distance of 50 meters.

　　If you do not pursue meticulous control, the limit distance of control can reach 100 meters.

　　But if you want to control the sharpness of the thin line while manipulating the movement of the thin line, then the distance is only about 20 meters.

　　When testing the control distance, Roger did not forget to test the sharpness of the thin line by the way.

　　However, because there are relatively few targets that can be used as tests, he only drew some general conclusions.

　　Under normal circumstances, that is, without any changes to the sharpness of the thin wires, these thin wires are already sharper than the piano wires and can easily cut the thick wood of the arm.

　　He hasn't tried it on the human body yet, but it shouldn't be a problem.

　　If the sharpness is further improved, these thin lines can even cut through the metal. The metal seat next to the road is a good example.

　　In addition to testing the control distance and sharpness, he also discovered something that he hadn't noticed before.

　　Although he possesses the fruit of thread thread, he can make these thin threads out of thin air that do not belong to this world, but these threads will not exist forever.

　　If you don't deliberately control it, these lines will gradually disappear after ten minutes, completely turning into nothingness.

　　Although he didn't know what the principle was, he didn't take it to heart.

　　Under normal circumstances, a duration of ten minutes is sufficient to cope with most situations.

　　Unless you want to perform a "birdcage" move that takes a long time,

Otherwise, it will only make it easier for him to clear the battlefield and avoid his own ability being studied by some ill-intentioned institutions.　　Overall, this is a good thing.

　　After finishing the first development training of laning fruit, he picked up the jacket that was casually placed on the grass and walked towards the exit of the park.

　　The park where there were no tourists, after night fell, it was as quiet as the wilderness.

　　If it were not for the dim street lights on both sides of the road, it would be no different from the real suburbs.

　　Just as Roger arrived at the exit of the park, five or six fat young black men stopped him.

　　Mixed sportswear, thick metal necklace, swaying steps that six relatives don't recognize...

　　With just a simple glance, Roger can be sure that these guys are one of the "specialties" of the Bronx, the innocent black gangsters.

　　"Hey, kid, you're a pretty face, which neighborhood?"

　　The black gangster wearing a red baseball cap directly stopped in front of him, and said to him in a rap-like tone.

　　"Dress Rosa Island!"

　　Looking at the black bastard in front of him, Roger replied with a smile.

　　"Dres Rosa Island? Which ghost island is this?"

　　Obviously, this little black bastard did not understand Roger's true meaning.

　　But this is also normal. UU reading www.uukanshu.com is abnormal if he really knows where the island of Dresrosa is.

　　"It's where you can never go! Okay, you can get out of it. I don't want to spoil the good mood before dinner."

　　Roger put away the smile on his face.

　　"Get out of the way? Yes, hand over your things, and I will let you leave here and let you eat your "gourmet" that requires two branches to taste."

　　After finishing speaking, this seriously fat black gangster turned his head triumphantly and looked at his companion next to him, as if showing off his sudden "humor."

　　"Hahahahaha, the'gourmet' that needs branches to taste!"

　　"Don't monkeys just like branches?"

　　"Yes, yellow-skinned monkeys like branches, hahaha!"

　　...

　　Listening to the unabashed ridicule of these little black gangsters, Roger laughed too, and laughed with them.

　　"Hahahaha, I didn't expect that on the first day I came to New York, I would encounter this kind of third-rate bridges that only appear in online novels...hahahaha, interesting, hahaha..."

　　These little black gangsters did not expect that Roger actually laughed too, and the laughter was louder and more arrogant than them.

　　"Boy, what are you laughing..."

　　Looking at Roger, who laughed like a clown, the little black bastard in front of him shouted with a displeased expression on his face.

　　But before he finished speaking, Roger's fist hit his nose fiercely, breaking his nasal bone.

　　After punching the black gangster back a few steps, Roger stopped laughing wildly and said word by word: "I hate two kinds of people in my life, one is racial discrimination, and the other is you black guys. ghost!"