People Are in the United States, and the Equipment Is Ruthless.

Demonic kingdom on earth, heaven on earth, but unfortunately, God is dead. My name is Louis, and I just came to the United States. I heard that people here are interesting and nice to talk to, and they often give out free money, so I came here. Okay, the facts may be a little bit off, but the people here are indeed nice to talk to, especially when a gun is pointed at their head, everyone will rap; it is also true that they give out free money. You only need to apply some black paint, and you can get a well-meaning "gift" from the boss. I love it here so much! Oh, by the way, there is also a lot of equipment here. Black doctors, black police, black dealers, black people, the four blacks, violent terrorists, and extreme figures emerge in endlessly. With just a move of my finger, I can gain a lot every day. Medical skills, gun skills, fighting, auras, psychology, charm, etc., And various equipment effects are also available. I feel like I am almost omnipotent. There's just something not very good about it. I'm obviously killing more and more people, so why are there more and more people following me? This isn't quite right. Wait, what does this cross behind me mean? Why are you kneeling in front of me? You have really hurt me!