Chapter 2

Early morning, sunlight streamed through the massive floor-to-ceiling windows into the luxurious villa's dining room in Beverly Hills.

Kevin Jones sat at the long table, taking a huge bite of his bacon sandwich, then tilted his head back and chugged down some milk. In this enormous house, he was now alone.

His brother George Jones, 17, attended Troy High School - a straight-A student who unfortunately was going through an insufferable rebellious phase. His sister Lisa Jones, 14, in the same school's middle school division, sported multicolored hair and was a clever, quirky nonconformist.

Thinking of these two genius siblings, Kevin couldn't help but let out a cold laugh and shake his head mockingly at himself: "A family full of high IQs, and here I am, the oldest, being the biggest loser."

After finishing his meal, Kevin got up to clear his dishes, walked to the counter, and skillfully loaded them into the German-made Miele high-end dishwasher, casually pressing the wash and sanitize button.

"Beep."

Kevin's hand froze in mid-air.

Wait. In his previous life, he'd never used such a complicated foreign gadget!

He stared hard at his reflection in the dishwasher's dark glass. In the mirror was a handsome, rugged, intimidating mixed-race face.

In a daze, clarity suddenly flooded his mind. He finally understood completely. The original Kevin Jones hadn't disappeared, and this wasn't some soul-stealing possession - it was two souls, two sets of memories that had completely merged!

"I am Kevin Jones." He looked at his reflection, a relieved smile playing at the corner of his mouth.

Tap, tap, tap.

The sound of high heels on hardwood floor approached. Amanda Kevin walked into the dining room.

At 45, she wore a well-tailored white business suit, her figure maintained as if she were in her early thirties, radiating the aura of a capable career woman.

"Kevin, are you sure you want to report to the police station today?" Amanda frowned slightly, her tone carrying undeniable concern. "The doctor said you need rest. I suggest you take a few more days off."

Kevin briskly rolled up his shirt sleeves, flexed his arm, and showed his mom his well-defined biceps, sculpted like marble.

"Mom, look at these muscles. The streets of Los Angeles need me right now." Kevin grinned, his tone decisive. "I have to report today."

Amanda sighed helplessly and walked to the table to pour coffee. "Seriously, why don't you just quit this dangerous police job? Your uncle Glen is a senior supervisor at the State Tax Bureau. If you just talk to him, joining the tax police would be no problem - safe and promising."

"Come on, tax police sitting in offices all day? Not for me."

Kevin said as he headed toward his bedroom, Amanda following behind with her coffee cup.

"I just like being a patrol officer." Kevin pushed open his bedroom door and started stuffing clothes from hangers into his duffel bag. "Don't worry, I promise I'll be more careful on calls from now on. No more hospital visits."

Watching her son's stubborn back, Amanda shook her head. "I knew I couldn't talk you out of it. But Kevin, next time before you draw your gun, think about your family."

"Got it." Kevin zipped up his duffel bag and turned around. "By the way, Mom, I'm planning to move back to the Grand Apartments after work today. It's close to the Wilshire Division station, just a studio, convenient for commuting."

Amanda's face, which had just softened, immediately fell. She blocked the bedroom doorway. "You just got out of the hospital and you're already rushing to move out? Is this house not good enough for you?"

"Mom, the commute wastes too much time..."

"Enough." Amanda raised her hand to cut him off, her tone becoming stricter. "Since you're leaving, you must call your father first. Paul is a supervisor in KPMG's audit department in New York. Don't think he doesn't care about you just because he's not in Los Angeles. He's been worried about your injury."

"Sorry, Mom, I'll call Paul Jones." Kevin quickly backed down.

Seeing her son's sincere attitude, not talking back like usual, Amanda's expression finally softened. "Fine, I understand you young people all want your freedom."

They walked together to the villa's front door.

Before leaving, Kevin looked at Amanda and asked tentatively, "Mom, you and Dad... what's really going on between you two?"

Amanda paused, took a deep breath. "Same as before. Last year we had a fight about your brother and sister's education and have been separated since. But you don't need to worry about this. When there's a definite result, I'll let you know."

With that, she stepped forward and straightened Kevin's slightly messy collar, her gaze becoming somewhat gratified.

"Kevin, since leaving the hospital, you've really changed. You've matured, you care about family, and you've even... become polite."

Amanda stood on her toes and kissed Kevin's cheek firmly.

"Stay safe, son."

Feeling the warmth on his cheek, an unfamiliar warmth surged in Kevin's heart. Mom's love - it felt pretty good.

After seeing Amanda off, Kevin grabbed his duffel bag and turned back to the living room.

The moment the door closed, a cold mechanical voice exploded in his mind!

[Ding! Host and original body memory fusion complete detected!]

[Arrival conditions met. RPG-Super Police System 1.0, officially activated!]

The next second, a semi-transparent light blue panel that only he could see suddenly appeared floating in front of his vision.

Kevin's eyes narrowed, his gaze instantly becoming heated. Here it is! The cheat code has finally arrived!

He immediately focused on the panel:

[Host]: Kevin Jones

[Basic Attributes]: Strength 9, Speed 9, Endurance 9, Spirit 11 (Note: Average adult human peak is 20)

[Mastered Skills]: Handgun (L1), Rifle (L1), Mixed Martial Arts (L2), Car Driving (L3), Chinese (L3)... (20 items in detailed list)

[Owned Cards]: Car Driving Experience Card (5 years), Handgun Experience Card (5 years), Bullet Dodge Card, Chinese Language Learning Card (5 years).

"Spirit attribute is actually 11 points?" Kevin raised an eyebrow.

He clearly remembered that the original body, that muscle maniac, definitely didn't have such high mental power. It seemed to be a bonus from merging two lifetimes of memories.

"Sweet. Finally not a muscle-bound idiot anymore."

Kevin rubbed his hands together, his gaze directly locking onto the items in the system inventory.

"System, use Handgun Experience Card! Use Car Driving Experience Card!"

[Ding! Cards successfully used!]

Boom!

Massive amounts of muscle memory and tactical shooting techniques flooded into his brain like a bursting dam. Drawing, aiming, reloading, recoil control... countless experiences from practice ranges and street gunfights were instantly absorbed by his body.

Looking at the system panel again.

The [Handgun] skill jumped directly from L1 (Proficient) to L2 (Expert)!

However, [Car Driving] remained at L3 (Master).

"Looks like L3 is too high a level - a mere 5 years of experience isn't enough to fill the proficiency bar." Kevin didn't mind. Getting the handgun skill to jump levels was already a huge win.

Finally, his gaze fell on that precious "1" attribute point.

"Where should I add it?"

Strength and endurance were both at 9, definitely enough, but in street shootouts, agility and neural response were what determined life and death!

"System, add the attribute point to Speed!" Kevin ordered decisively.

Buzz—

The instant the command was given, an intense tingling sensation shot up his spine straight to the back of his head! This electric current-like energy rapidly coursed through his limbs, frantically transforming his muscle elasticity, agility, and neural reflexes.

After just a few seconds, the tingling faded.

Kevin clenched his fist, feeling his entire body lighter and more flexible than ever before. Standing in place, he suddenly jumped straight up.

Whoosh!

His whole body shot up to an amazing height, as if equipped with hydraulic springs. Landing was even more impressive - completely silent, with ankle and calf muscle control that was insanely good!

"This cheat code is perfect."

Kevin's mouth curved into a wild arc as he grabbed the duffel bag from the sofa and strode toward the villa door.

Los Angeles scumbags, better wash your necks and wait for me.