America: Starting with Daily Intelligence

Chapter 106 The Golden Butterfly

Despite being taken into the car by the police officers, the man with the mohawk still looked at Sieg with unwavering confidence.

The boss will come to my rescue, right? After all, this gun was issued to me by the organization!

Sieg didn't even bother to glance at him. Yes, yes, you're absolutely right.

But what reason do you have to say that we gave you this gun? We have people inside and outside.

"I demand a free lawyer!" Jon said calmly.

The police officers were used to this and were familiar with his identity and name. They simply detained him and put him in a police car, saying, "The court will assign you a reliable lawyer."

"Officer, my friend is an excellent public interest lawyer. Perhaps he can help you with the case and save you some money. Don't worry, he's a professional!" After the two criminals were put into the car, Sieg took the opportunity to recommend lawyer Dave to the officers.

"Of course, Mr. Comprey. I will pass your request on to the court." The officer nodded with satisfaction.

He caught an armed criminal for a good citizen, which is a commendable achievement. He's been on duty for quite some time now and is preparing for a nomination as a second-class constable next month. With Constable Miguel vouching for him, he's sure to get promoted.

After seeing the police officers off, the remaining Irish members looked at each other, then asked Sieg, "Sir, what do we do? Mora should be released on bail in a few days, right?"

"A stowaway with a criminal record, who illegally possesses a gun, disturbs the peace, assaulted someone, and has a criminal record, needs bail of hundreds of thousands of US dollars. Do you think we have the capability to get him out?"

Sieg said seriously, "He'll never be able to leave! Even if we hand him over to the immigration authorities, the best outcome will be deportation."

"So, are we going to work for Mr. Jin from now on? Does the 20% commission we agreed on still stand?" Everyone looked at each other, feeling sorry for Mora.

This guy was still thinking about being redeemed even when he died.

"What's your name? What's your nationality? What did you do for a living before? Why did you end up like this?" Sig asked, looking at the middle-aged, balding, fat man with a composed demeanor in the crowd.

"My name is Gell, and I'm German," the middle-aged man replied. "I used to work as a housekeeper and even owned a housekeeping company. I came here to discuss a business deal, but I was scammed by the business partner, which led to the company going bankrupt. In the few months I've been here, my ID has expired, all my money has been stolen, and I've been kicked out of the hotel. I appealed to the embassy, ​​but they won't accept my case; I'll have to wait until at least next year."

"Okay, from now on you'll be in charge of this camp. You can tell me anything. I'll introduce you to the rest of the team another day. My name is Sig Comprey." Sig announced that he would be in charge of these people.

Gail was also a little surprised. He hadn't been out in the game for long, and his status on the streets was very low. He could eat and sleep but couldn't fight, and he was the only one who could be considered senior.

"Thank you very much, Mr. Comprey."

"You should thank Mr. Jin; the organization will not let down any talented person."

Sieg corrected him, then took out the US dollars from the black bag.

"Now, everyone come to me to collect a sum of money. It's an interest-free loan from Mr. Kim, and you have to pay it back!"

Life goes on, and our Beggars' Guild doesn't provide food. You earn as much as you collect jars; the key is transparent payments—you reap what you sow.

"Except for that Turk! Get him out of here! I don't want to see him again."

Sig then thought of the scavenger who slept from beginning to end and made a point of calling him out.

……

The group drove to the community apartment building.

"Boss, we're not getting off the bus. Have a great evening!"

Zhang Ailun got out of the car. The Beggars' Sect members glanced at the time and realized it was getting late. They happily went to wish their leader a happy life with multiple wives.

"What nonsense are you talking about!"

Zhang Ailun warned them not to talk nonsense. What do you mean by "have fun"? I'm just here to check the evidence and cash!

Who said I was going to spend the night here? That's slander!

"You should save that energy for picking up more cans on the street tomorrow! The food you ate wasn't for nothing," Zhang Ailun criticized them.

"Okay, Boss, see you tomorrow." Seeing that Zhang Ailun had lost his temper, the group slunk away in their car.

He just joined the company and the boss is already buying him equipment and treating him to a big meal. If I don't collect hundreds of his canisters tomorrow, I'll be letting the Grand Master down!

"Sir, please come in." The Dongwu sisters took out their keys and opened the apartment building. Zhang Ailun walked in and found that the interior decoration was quite nice; it was a well-furnished two-bedroom, two-living-room duplex apartment.

After visiting the place, I realized it was a place I couldn't afford to rent.

Zhang Ailun, ever the friendly type, grabbed a chilled drink from the refrigerator and asked, "How much does it cost to rent a place here for a month?"

$3400.

The pretty young woman from Dongwu replied, "This is an upscale community in the Sixth District. Although it's not exactly a wealthy area, it's close to the plaza and bustling streets, making it convenient for taking buses and the subway, as well as shopping. The community also has a swimming pool, spa, tennis courts, and gym. There are also clubs and bars nearby. More importantly, there are very few zero-dollar shopping events and shootings here."

"..."

Zhang Ailun was rendered speechless.

Damn, this is way too expensive.

One car per month?

Changing the subject, "Have you thought about what to do in the future? Jon has been renting this place for a few months?"

"Our contract expires in two months, so we might have to look for other jobs," the young woman from Dongwu said shyly. She then tried to move closer and sit down next to him, taking Zhang Ailun's arm and saying sweetly, "Sir, perhaps you could help us. We don't ask for much; we only need $8000 per person per month."

Then you might as well just kill me.

Even if you sold me, I still couldn't give each of you $8000.

Moreover, the Grand Master is an honest and upright person who has always liked to get things for free.

Is your little butterfly made of gold, or are the Happy Beans made of gold...? Holy crap, there really are gold beans!!

To show their sincerity, one of the sisters also took off her bikini.

"Doesn't it hurt?" Zhang Ailun was shocked and couldn't understand it.

The young women on the street already have enough to show off with their earrings, nose rings, and lip piercings.

But you got a large lip piercing, a small one. I don't quite understand that.

The pretty girl blushed and said, "It doesn't hurt."

"Come here and let me see if it hurts."

Zhang Ailun waved.

After playing with her for a while, until the little girl cried, Zhang Ailun stopped, wiped his hands, and went upstairs. After all, he hadn't come here for this kind of thing!

Open the safe first.

Upon arriving at Jon's room on the second floor, they found a safe. Zhang Ailun entered the password to unlock it and, sure enough, found ledgers and rolls of banknotes inside.

There was also an American blue passport, a Glock 17 pistol, and it was even a serial numbered assembled gun? The extended magazine could hold up to 19 rounds.

This passport definitely doesn't have a legitimate origin.

Zhang Ailun figured it was probably Jon who arranged it privately, since he wasn't short of money, but he wasn't sure if it was one of those Korean traffickers.

After counting the banknotes, there was roughly $5000. Jon, that kid, isn't telling the truth. He calls this being broke?

Well, maybe other people have big businesses and can't even look at this amount of money.

They don't even have enough to cover the apartment rent and the cost of keeping a mistress.

I flipped through the bill book again and saw that it was mostly a mess of accounts related to buying and selling pork.

There are also a few phone numbers.

This money was indeed the joint property of him and those smugglers.

(End of this chapter)