Season 3 of the Rabbit vs. Bald Eagle Games ended in a clean sweep.Three wins to zero.Bald Eagle waved the white flag.
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In the Swift Estate, beside a 30-meter luxury pool, sat a round, three-meter-wide heated spa tub.
From here, you could lounge in the bubbles while gazing down over the glittering sprawl of Los Angeles.
Ryan reclined in the water, brandy glass in hand, mind immersed in the system.
— Light of Justice: Super Hard-Boiled Cop System —— Host: Ryan Li (Li Han)— Attribute Cap: Human Peak = 20
Strength: 10Agility: 11Constitution: 10Spirit: 12
— Core Skills —Close-Combat L2 – ProficientHandgun L2 → L3 – Expert ✦Rifle L1 – SkilledSniping L1 – SkilledDriving (Auto) L2 – ProficientReproduction L2 → L3 – Expert ✦Chinese L3 – ExpertEnglish L2 – ProficientCooking L2 – ProficientLockpicking L1 – SkilledSwimming L2 – ProficientComputers L2 – ProficientStealth L3 – ExpertTracking L3 – ExpertIntel Analysis L2 – ProficientTheft L1 – SkilledPharmacology L2 – ProficientChemistry L2 – ProficientToxicology L2 – ProficientDisguise L2 – ProficientFirst Aid L1 – SkilledForensics L2 – Proficient
— Inventory —Storage Space: 1m³Tracking Card ×5Bulletproof Card ×1Skill Upgrade Card ×3
— Justice Points: 700(1,000 = 1 lottery pull)
Taking down those two suspects had netted him:
+200 Justice Points
+2 Skill Upgrade Cards
"So those guys were just small fry. Looks like the bigger the villain's profile, the bigger the rewards. Something to test later…"
Now with three upgrade cards in hand, Ryan decided to bank one for emergencies.
As a patrol cop, most of his current skills were already more than enough.
After a brief thought, he slotted upgrades into:
Handgun → L3
Reproduction → L3
The first? Safety. Firearm precision could save his life in a firefight.
The second? Well… for performance optimization—inside and outside the field.
The changes were instant.
His mind flooded with deeply intuitive shooting patterns.It was like inheriting the muscle memory of a veteran who'd spent 15 years in live combat.
Just from feel alone, he could probably shoot a fly mid-air… and only take off its wings.
As for the other upgrade?
Let's just say it enhanced the hardware.
Two words: Titanic. Rotational.
(TN: A crude Chinese idiom—"Lao Ai's potency, revolver-like stamina." You get the idea.)
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Done optimizing, Ryan opened his eyes—
And immediately froze.
There it was.
A plump, glistening peach, right in his face.
He didn't think—he bit.
SPLOOSH!Steam shot from the hot tub into the adjoining infinity pool.
As Ryan gazed down at the L.A. skyline, he suddenly felt it—
That villain monologue vibe.The one from that psychological thriller where the killer talked about becoming one with the city.
He got it now.
This… this was peace.
In Taylor's garage, the Ford F-150 Raptor was the "cheapest" option available.Great for commuting to work.
But for a date night?
Ryan chose the Lamborghini Centenario—one of only 40 ever made.
Powered by a V12 engine, it roared like a demon orchestra.With Ryan's L2 driving skill, the beast moved like silk on rails.
The warm Pacific breeze tossed Taylor's golden-brown hair like a magazine shoot.
She wore a lilac slip dress. Between her collarbones nestled a 10-carat pink diamond.
Her long legs crossed over his lap—her seat adjusted for comfort as Ryan drove one-handed.
Show-off mode: engaged.
"Baby," she asked with a soft smile, "do you have a favorite actress?"
Her voice was mellow, but Ryan caught the undertone.She looked happy—but there was something else. Concern.Slight… hesitation.
After that wild round in the hot tub?She'd realized something.
Ryan was getting even stronger.
"I mean," Ryan said smoothly, "you're obviously my favorite."
He wasn't dumb.
Name-dropping another woman in front of Taylor? Suicide.
Taylor's eyes lit up. But she didn't drop it.
"I'm serious," she said. "You're too strong. I can't handle you alone."
"I think… I need help."
"Someone to share the load."
That caught Ryan off-guard.
But her tone wasn't jealous. It wasn't bait.
It was… genuine.
She wasn't about to let just anyone in. But another Hollywood A-lister? That was acceptable.
Ryan could read people like open books. She was serious.
His mind quickly sorted through the mental gallery of leading ladies.
"Well… I've always liked Elizabeth Olsen."
The Scarlet Witch herself.
Ahem. Even more endowed than Taylor, in certain metrics.
Taylor pouted—she already knew.After 8 days together, she knew exactly what Ryan's "type" was.
"Bad boy."
"I'll see if I can feel her out," she said with a mischievous glint.
"If I could handle him alone, I'd never share. But even I have limits…"
She didn't say it aloud, but Ryan could read the subtext.
He leaned in and kissed her again.
He really hadn't expected this kind of perk.
Taylor Swift personally introducing him to Hollywood starlets?
Tell someone that, and they'd laugh you out of the room.
But here he was.
Driving a hypercar, with a pop goddess on his lap, and another waiting in the wings.
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On the streets of Los Angeles, luxury cars weren't uncommon.
But a limited-edition Lamborghini Centenario?
That made every head turn.
The V12 roared like thunder through the canyons of downtown.
And the System?
It purred.