Special Forces: I Can See the Experience Bar

Chapter 320 The Man Downey
Will there be a pitfall waiting for me to jump into next?
Chang Ning, blending into the crowd, looked around as if he were a tourist visiting America. No one knew that he was currently reorganizing the people and events he had encountered over the past few days in his mind.

Then, he looked at the whole thing from a third-person perspective and realized that he might have been too sensitive.

Because nothing suspicious was found, everything seemed perfectly reasonable.

"Maybe I'm just being too sensitive," Chang Ning murmured to herself.

Thinking of this, Chang Ning realized that ever since the plane landed in the United States, his nerves had been on edge, making him sensitive to his surroundings. Even the slightest disturbance could trigger his sensitive nerves.

This kind of reaction shouldn't happen to him. No matter what unexpected things happen next, nothing can stop him from nipping the problem in the bud.

The gang called Zero Point and their leader, the drunkard Donnie, must be eliminated, and any factors that could affect the mission's progress must be nipped in the bud.

Chang Ning didn't want to cause trouble; it was that damned black driver who was being racist.

Why not come quietly, then smoothly complete the arrangements in America according to plan, and leave without a sound?
Why did that driver make such discriminatory gestures and say such hurtful things to me? Did he really think all Asians were pushovers?
Chang Ning hates accidents, especially those that can affect his plans.

So tonight is the day that damned gang dies. Blame it on that gang member who openly discriminated against him for messing with the wrong person!

After filtering through the information in her mind, Chang Ning found that there were no problems. She relaxed completely, and her gloomy mood became much brighter, like the sun shining after the rain.

"I hate surprises. I hope the Zero Point gang and drunk Donnie don't cause me any trouble. It would be best if they surrendered to save me time and energy."

Two flowers bloom, one branch each.

Inside the Zero Point Gang's headquarters bar, in a private room reserved for the drunkard Donnie, the owner is indulging in debauchery. The room is filled with the smells of DP, cigarettes, alcohol, and fish.

Meanwhile, the drunkard Donnie was reclining on a greasy, patina-covered artificial leather sofa, enjoying the services of a street prostitute with an intoxicated expression. Given his wealth and influence in the underworld, he could only afford to hire street prostitutes for his services.

Looking at the prostitutes, Donnie's heart was filled with ambition: sooner or later he would make those money-grubbing high-end escorts fight over getting into his bed.

Donnie found everything so dull and uninteresting.

After the prostitute cleaned himself up, he pulled up his pants, which also signified that his intelligence was beginning to take over the high ground of cleverness.

He waved for Liu Ying to leave, leaving only him and his trusted subordinate in the small private room.

That's right, he also had his trusted confidants watch over him when he was doing things. I don't know if this behavior was an insult to his subordinates or a sign of trust.
Perhaps Donnie saw this as absolute trust, since at that moment, every man, including Donnie, was at his weakest.

This also reflects Donnie's distrust of the people and things around him, even though this is his territory, his stronghold, and he has more than a dozen men waiting in the bar.

He could summon them all to this private room within a minute of giving the order.

Even so, Downey still appeared suspicious.

In short, he always had the feeling that "there are always treacherous people trying to harm me" in his life, which is called paranoia in psychology.

This is a mental illness, and it needs treatment.

Considering the high cost of medical care in the United States, not to mention mental illnesses, which are even more expensive than conventional medical care.

Donnie couldn't afford the money, and having not even finished elementary school, he was completely unaware that he had a mental illness.

If he doesn't seek treatment now, he'll be even less able to afford it when the US imposes tariffs of 100% or more on foreign goods in a decade or so. However, having offended Chang Ning, it's uncertain whether poor Donnie will even live to 2025.

"Vili, has anything interesting happened lately?"

Donnie leaned back on the sofa and yawned widely as he spoke.

He slumped on the sofa as if all the bones in his body had been removed.

Upon hearing his boss's question, Willie replied with a straight face, "Today Garrell pulled an Asian guy and got beaten up."

Vili's tone of voice was like an Arctic glacier, hard and cold.

The brother was beaten up, and in his account, he spoke as casually as if he were talking about eating bread today.

"No matter what, I still can't get used to you talking to me with a stern face, as if you're my boss."

Donnie sprawled on the sofa, his tone as weak and listless as his current state.

But when these words reached Willy's ears, they immediately made him feel a cold sweat.

It's like an emperor telling his ministers that they should sit in that seat; who would dare to answer in such a situation?

Do you think you've lived too long?

Although Downey was just a small figure in charge of a gang of a dozen or so people, he had a strong sense of control over his subordinates.

"Relax, Vili, I was just joking."

This was Donnie's insignificant probing tactic: to elicit even the slightest hint of something amiss from Willie, in which case Willie might not survive the night.

"I know your face was damaged while protecting me, causing you to lose control of your facial nerves and lose your ability to express yourself. I will always remember your kindness. You are my dearest brother!"

Donnie tossed Willie a cigar; it wasn't a brand name, but it wasn't cheap either.

"Thank you, boss." Willie hurriedly took the cigar and thanked him.

Donnie burst into laughter at the comical, chaotic scene his subordinates were doing.

"Relax, Vili, my brother."

"What did you say happened to Gary?"

Before Willie could answer, Donnie pretended to recall what had happened: "Oh, I remember now. Gary got taught a lesson by an Asian guy."

Poor Gary, he's a real loser!
He actually got beaten up by an Asian guy who looked like a chick! His henchmen are a disgrace to me, Donnie!
"I think it's just his old habit acting up again," Donnie said confidently.
He knew exactly what kind of people he had under his command, and he was naturally aware of Gary's little quirks.

“Yes, he discriminated against that Asian kid,” Vili said.

“Gary will offend someone we can’t afford to offend sooner or later because of his racism. Once this is over, you can send him to the new territory we’ve taken over to gain experience.”

Donnie casually decided where one of his old buddies would go.