Special Forces: I Can See the Experience Bar

Chapter 325 Finally Meeting the Alcoholic Donnie
The door was only slightly ajar, and a strange smell quickly escaped from the crack.

Chang Ning instinctively held her breath, but it was too late; the remaining mucous membrane in her nasal cavity was still numb from the fishy smell.

The stench emanating from inside almost knocked Chang Ning off her feet.

It tastes like stuffing a rutting wolf, a vomiting drunkard, and a mad hyena into a blender, then pouring two liters of cheap tequila over it.

In short, it smelled extremely bad, comparable to a foul-smelling biological weapon.

"Is it really that big of a deal?"
They seem to have lost control of their bladders.

Despite the stench, Chang Ning wondered what was going on inside the house.

People are prone to incontinence when they are overly excited, which shows that the people inside the house must have been having a lot of fun.

However, this is good news for Changning.

If the people inside the house are really as he imagines, they probably won't even be able to get up right now.

Once the negative buffs are stacked to the maximum, you become a weakling; what fighting power can you possibly have?

If someone has the strength to pull the trigger, Chang Ning would give them a thumbs up and exclaim, "Awesome!"

The door was opened, but it could only allow one person to pass through at a time, which was enough for Chang Ning.

The woman behind the door leaned to the side, peeking out to observe Chang Ning standing outside.

To Chang Ning, her makeup looked like an oil painting soaked in water—the royal blue eyeshadow had smeared into two bruises on her eyelids, and the dry, cracked lip gloss had a spiderweb-like pattern.

A heavily made-up woman, reeking of the stench of prostitution, appeared before Chang Ning's eyes.

The already sculpted features of Europeans, combined with exaggerated makeup, made that face look somewhat frightening under the dim lighting.

However, all of that was meaningless in the face of Chang Ning, who had unwavering faith.

The woman who opened the door was clearly stunned to see an Asian standing outside. She had seen Latinos, Irishmen, and Russians before, but never an Asian.

It was obvious that the person standing outside the door was not one of the gang members.

"Sweetheart, you've wandered onto the wrong set..."

Once she understood the situation, the woman instinctively wanted to close the door and shut out Chang Ning, this uninvited guest.

Unfortunately, her body language betrayed her, and coupled with the negative effects of her own body language, her movements appeared as slow as lightning in the movie "Zootopia" in Chang Ning's eyes.

The woman's hoarse voice was suddenly forced back down her throat by Chang Ning's knee, which was pressing against the door. Her pupils reflected the Asian youth's face, which was as cold as Arctic ice.

The moment her silver-painted fingertips touched the doorknob, she slid down like a snake whose spine had been removed, propelled by Chang Ning's pushing of the door.

Chang Ning ignored the woman lying on the ground behind the door and easily entered the room filled with a foul smell.

The corridor lights pierced the darkness of the room through the cracks in the door, and dust motes danced erratically in the foul-smelling air.

The room's owner, Donnie, was as drunk as his nickname suggested. He was curled up in the dark green velvet sofa, fast asleep, looking like a skinned toad.

Dark brown curly hair mixed with vomit that hadn't been cleaned up clung to the corners of his mouth, which were oozing white foam. His tie was askew, digging into his swollen neck and leaving a purplish-red bruise on his Adam's apple.

The whiskey bottle on the coffee table was tilted to one side, and the amber liquid seeped along the edge of the table, leaving a dark red pattern on the Persian carpet.

What truly dazzled Chang Ning were the things scattered among the bottles—a crumpled piece of tin foil covered in charred marks, with remaining white crystals refracting an icy sheen under the spotlight; and three syringes spread out in a fan shape, the blood droplets on the needles already blackened.

Chang Ning pinched the hollow straw between two fingers, and the brown scabs on the inside of the straw reminded him of the festering riverbed along the banks of the Mekong River.

The most ironic thing is the Stars and Stripes bookmark under the paperweight, its red and white stripes soaked in the blood of whiskey.

"Tsk tsk, no wonder it's the United States, the beacon of freedom. It's so free."

It's almost turning into the Qing Dynasty. Speaking of which, does the money of the Qing Dynasty carry some unknown curse?

How come every country that takes its money ends up looking like it?

After indulging in his excesses, Donnie completely lost his ability to act. In this state, he posed no threat to Chang Ning whatsoever, even though Donnie was holding a gun.

Whether he still has the strength to pull the trigger in his current state is unknown.

Even if he could fire a gun, Chang Ning could take him down the moment Donnie fires.

Amid the woman's terrified gaze, Chang Ning gently nudged Donnie's hand, which was dangling off the sofa, with the tip of her shoe.

The .38 revolver lay on the carpet like a dead fish, the vomit on the barrel dried into a brown hard shell.

He knew all too well that this state of exhaustion after excitement was like an American soldier drained dry by white powder on the street, or like the final spasm of an overdose addict—when dopamine burns out the adrenal glands, these guys who pride themselves on their iron will are more vulnerable than newborn cubs!
"The Statue of Liberty is probably so angry she'll overturn her torch."

Chang Ning chuckled, startling the woman who was slumped behind the door.

He didn't even need to adjust his position; the angle was perfect so that Donnie's temples were exposed to Chang Ning's feet. All he had to do was lift his foot slightly and stomp down hard so that Donnie could see God.

But Chang Ning didn't do that. Instead, she picked up the half-full bottle of wine on the coffee table and poured it over Donnie's head.

"Wow~"

The strong smell of alcohol gradually spread from Donnie's face.

The sudden external stimulus roused Donnie from his slumber.

"asshole!
No matter who you are, I will make you pay for offending me!

Downey, disheveled and soaked to the bone, made his threats weak and seemed rather comical to Chang Ning.

"Bang!"

Before the enraged Donnie could even see the offender clearly, his vision was filled with a shoe that was gradually growing larger, and then he was sent flying.

If it weren't for the wall blocking his way, Donnie could have flown a considerable distance with Chang Ning's strength.

A large foot struck his chest, followed by the force of the impact from the wall. When Donnie woke up, he was like a spilled soy sauce bottle, seeing a dazzling array of red, yellow, and black colors before his eyes, and he almost choked on his breath.

Fortunately, he didn't faint, otherwise he would have suffered all over again.

"Awake?"

Chang Ning looked down at Donnie, the corridor lights obscured by his broad back, his face hidden in shadow, making it difficult to see clearly and giving Donnie a strong sense of oppression.

From being woken up by the wine being poured, to kicking him away, and finally to their positions, everything was meticulously planned by Chang Ning.

The purpose was to gain the upper hand from the outset, then gradually put psychological pressure on Donnie, laying the groundwork for the subsequent interrogation.

"answer my question!"

Chang Ning slapped Donnie across the face.

My face felt burning hot, and even swollen.

Downey, who deals with his body all year round, knew that his face was swollen from being hit, and his lower eyelids were probably starting to swell as well.

That slap woke Donnie up completely; no one in this area dared to treat him like that.

Those who are qualified to do so wouldn't bother to cause him trouble.

So the one who comes must be a greenhorn.

Are they here to take over our territory?
With his swollen eyes fixed on Chang Ning, Donnie finally realized that the person who had come was actually Asian.

Has the influence of the Chinatown gangs expanded to our side?

Donnie thought about it and realized he hadn't heard anything about it recently.

He forgot that his subordinate had just reported earlier that day about a conflict with an Asian man.

But thinking about it, it makes sense. According to his subordinates, Chang Ning was just a foreigner who had just arrived in America and didn't have any background.

There are countless people like that in America; it's no wonder Downey couldn't recall them. Downey's mind raced; he figured he'd guessed Chang Ning's identity. In any country, the only things that matter in life are fame and fortune.

Now we are at their mercy, like fish on a chopping board.

Donnie can't provide the name, but he can still provide the money.

How much vision can a novice thug with some skills have? He can be easily dismissed with a few tens of thousands of US dollars.

With that thought in mind, Donnie immediately stopped worrying about his situation.

Seeing that Donnie had visibly relaxed under the beating and interrogation, Chang Ning couldn't help but wonder if she had gone too far earlier.

As we all know, forces are reciprocal, and the pain in my hand tells me that I used force in that slap.

Does this person have some kind of unusual fetish?
"Tell me, how much money do you want to let me go?"

Just as Chang Ning began to have doubts, Donnie spoke up.

A person who can build a gang of a certain size cannot be a useless person, so Chang Ning was not surprised by what Donnie said.

This is how things should go; what happened earlier was just a minor incident.

"How many do you have?" Chang Ning countered.

Upon hearing this, Donnie smiled.

People really laugh when they are speechless.

"Young man, I advise you not to be too ambitious."

Donnie's voice was hoarse, squeezing out each word through his vocal cords.

Perhaps his long tenure as a gang leader had made him forget his own predicament, and he subconsciously adopted a tone of reprimanding his underlings.

It's impressive, but it's used in the wrong context and with the wrong target.

Chang Ning was not a subservient follower to him, but a vengeful demon, a hungry wolf that would not hesitate to tear the enemy's throat apart if given the chance!

"Donnie, it seems you still need me to help you face reality."

I'm not one of your subservient, cowardly underlings. I have the strength and means to deal with you!

As she spoke, Chang Ning kicked Donnie hard in the stomach again.

This kick caused the already weakened Donnie to vomit.

Seeing Donnie lying on his side on the ground, clutching his stomach in pain like a boiled shrimp, Chang Ning only frowned slightly because she was disgusted.

"Half a million!"

"That's all I have."

Donnie lay weakly on the ground, the kick he had just received finally made him accept reality.

The Asian man in front of him was a hothead, and he dared not provoke him any further.

What if I anger the other party and my life is in danger?
"Is it kept at home?" Chang Ning asked.

If the other party puts the money in a bank, then it means it's not illicit money.

"Correct."

This money was recently washed and hadn't been deposited into the bank yet.

No one knows how much pain Donnie is feeling right now, because those were all the hard-earned likes he made, one by one.

Write down your bank card account and password.

Chang Ning shoved the pen and paper into Donnie's hand and stared at him coldly without saying a word.

Once the bottom line is breached, it will keep falling. Donnie just wants this killer to spare his life for one more day after he gets what he wants.

Money is just an external thing; you can earn it back if you lose it, but once you lose your life, you're truly lost.

Following Chang Ning's instructions, Donnie quickly wrote down the account and password and then looked at her with pleading eyes.

He was genuinely afraid that Chang Ning would get what he wanted and then kill him.

This kind of thing was commonplace for Downey.

Chang Ning glanced at the note and dialed the number in front of Donnie.

"Now I'll tell you what to do. I have a bank card with an account number and password here. You're responsible for transferring the money out of it for me."

"I'll give you 10% of your earnings after it's done."

Chang Ning squatted down in front of Donnie, staring at him with his emotionless eyes.

Donnie, who was being watched, didn't dare to move. He was afraid that he would cause Chang Ning to misunderstand and kill him.

Only after receiving a reply on the other end of the phone did Chang Ning tell the other party her bank card number and password.

Chang Ning wasn't afraid of the other party embezzling his money. If that information broker dared to reach out, he wouldn't hesitate to tear him apart alive.

He has the power of an entire nation behind him; taking down a small-time intelligence broker would be a piece of cake.

If he hadn't been forced to, Chang Ning wouldn't have used the power of the state. With his current strength, dealing with a small-time intelligence dealer would be a piece of cake, if not a piece of cake.

Chang Ning even secretly hoped that the information broker he had just met would do something irrational, so that he would have a reason to cause some trouble.

The greater his reputation in America, the closer he was to returning home.

Chang Ning always remained clear-headed when faced with money and mission.

Those hundreds of thousands of dollars were nothing compared to his mission.

"I have done as you asked, please keep your promise and spare my life."

Donnie knelt on the ground, his voice trembling as he begged Chang Ning for forgiveness.

"Ha, I'll spare your life?"
When did I make you such a promise?

Looking at the pitiful Donnie, Chang Ning felt no pity whatsoever.

Donnie's seemingly gentle smiling face felt so cold, as biting as the Arctic wind.

Perhaps he never intended to let himself off the hook.

Donnie realized that after he abandoned his dignity and begged for mercy like an animal without getting the response he deserved, he vaguely guessed his fate.

That damn Asian is deceiving himself, that devil!
The anger in his heart made Donnie briefly forget the fear that Chang Ning had brought him. He stared with bloodshot eyes, panting heavily like a wild boar cornered in a desperate situation.

"Damn it, you untrustworthy yellow-skinned monkey, you deceived me!"

Donnie struggled to his feet and stumbled into a ridiculous attack on Chang Ning.

This isn't a Hollywood movie; there will be some plot twists along the way.

Moreover, Chang Ning isn't a villain, so why would she let the already weak Donnie run into her?

Donnie's actions exhausted Chang Ning's patience; he had been interacting with Donnie with the mindset of a cat playing with a mouse.

Now that we've gotten what we were owed, it's time to deliver a verdict on this "rat."

Lift your foot and stretch your leg.

Two simple movements, carrying immense force, sent Donnie flying.