America: Starting with Daily Intelligence

Chapter 112 The Cake of Capital

The bald black man standing next to the Chevrolet also perked up and reached into his tactical chest pack.

"Don't move!" Zhang Ailun pulled another pistol from his back waist, pointed it at him, and said, "Get that hand you're using to pick cotton out of that damn bag! Throw that bag far, far away!"

The Black man immediately raised his hands and instantly became docile.

He slowly unpacked his tactical chest pouch, somewhat incredulously, "How did you know I had a gun?"

"Are you an idiot? Everyone else is chatting happily here, and you're just standing there looking all bitter and resentful like you're mourning a funeral. Is this your first time working here?" Zhang Ailun cursed.

"This is indeed my first time..." Old Black looked distressed, not expecting to be preemptively attacked.

"Mr. Jin! We are here with the intention of friendly cooperation. That is Jaden, a security guard professionally hired by our company. He has a professional gun license."

The white lawyer tried to be as gentle as possible, but inwardly he was cursing. If he had known these homeless people were so difficult and had such bad tempers, he should have just sent people to smash up their territory! Take the money back! What kind of cooperation would that be?

That RV looks quite valuable!

"Perhaps you can lower your guard, and we can have a good talk!"

"That guy's got no sense and he's a security guard? His quality is questionable. Did someone else take the test for him?" Zhang Ailun mocked.

Old Hei's face turned a deep purple. He was trembling with anger and cold. How did you know?!

"Sorry, there are two things I don't do: I don't touch pedophilia, and I don't touch drugs."

Zhang Ailun smiled slightly: "Your boss just wants to recoup his financial losses, right? Unfortunately, I've already spent that money. You won't get a single cent back!"

"That's $9000!" The white lawyer's expression turned somewhat grim upon hearing this.

The Black people were particularly indignant.

"9000? I only got 5000. If you have any questions, perhaps you can visit Jon in prison," Zhang Ailun replied without hesitation.

The two sides were deadlocked for a time. Jennifer sat on the side and watched the atmosphere become tense, feeling a little helpless, until the leader handed her a gun, and she instantly became excited.

"Madam, do you know how to use a gun? I suggest you don't play with it lightly; it's not a toy." Old Black was almost scared to death with a gun pointed at him.

The key issue is that Jennifer's hands are a little shaky.

"Fxxk you! I've handled more guns than you've lived!!" Jennifer cursed at him.

So you've finally met your match.

Zhang Ailun said, "There's nothing to talk about between us. Your partner's problems are his own business, and you'll have to bear the losses yourself. If you want to cause me trouble, I guarantee I'll make sure your batch of pork rots in the warehouse! And turn you into pork too!"

The white lawyer, looking annoyed, said, "We came here in good faith, but you insist on refusing to cooperate and unwilling to hand over the money. Don't blame us for causing you trouble later. Watch your step on the street!"

"Threatening me? Why didn't you say so earlier? We're all in this together, do you really think you're clean and a legitimate company?" Zhang Ailun scoffed.

"Even if I give you that money, you won't be satisfied. You'll just think we homeless people are easy to bully. Once it's in my hands, it's mine! Even Jesus wouldn't leave, I'm telling you!! If you want to cause me trouble, be prepared for your whole family to end up in the crematorium!!"

Just then, Sieg returned with his men, and seeing the tense atmosphere, they blocked their path.

After inquiring about the reason, the hot-tempered Beggar Clan disciple directly picked up a stool and smashed the Chevrolet's car window.

Old Black, who was in charge of security, wanted to resist, but Sig pointed a gun at his head and he obediently squatted down with his hands on his head. However, he still took a few punches and kicks and was beaten black and blue on the ground.

"Hey! This is an abuse of violence!!"

Seeing Sieg aggressively approaching him, the white lawyer panicked instantly, pulling out his phone to warn, "Don't come any closer, or I'll call the police right now, and none of you will be left unscathed!"

Sieg punched him in the face, breaking his nose. Blood gushed from his nose as he yelled, "Go call the police!" He stomped on his phone screen, smashing it to pieces, and then picked up a stool and smashed it to pieces.

She grabbed his collar, "I despise people like you who have no conscience! Your toxic pork processing plant has a huge industrial and supply chain, right? You even cooperate with multiple street gangs? Well, I'll go and raid all your factories one of these days!!"

The lawyer, covering his nose, knelt on the ground and pleaded, "Stop hitting him! Stop hitting him!"

He kindly advised, "Even if you report us, it won't do you any good! You need evidence! This is a society governed by law! Young man, don't try to take away anything from the interests of capital!"

Enraged, Sieg punched him again, giving him a black eye. "Fxxk you!!"

The lawyer screamed and collapsed to the ground, yelling, "Fxxk!! My glasses are broken!! I'm not leaving here without $200! I'm sue you for assault!!"

Zhang Ailun stopped the furious Sieg, patted him on the shoulder to calm him down, and looked at the white lawyer with a smile.

Just when the lawyer thought he wanted to make peace, the leader, with a sweet tongue, said, "You stupid idiot, are you looking for death? I'll grant your wish! Come on! I'll rip your heart, liver, spleen, lungs, and kidneys out today! Jennifer, go get my knife! These people dare to threaten me with words today, and they dare to hire gunmen to assassinate me tomorrow, so let's just leave them all! Drag them all to the suburbs, chop them up, and bury them alive!"

"You like to talk about evidence? The person is dead, what evidence is there to prove I did it? Relying on divine revelation?"

Zhang Ailun took the knife, tore open the buttons on the white lawyer's clothes, and held the tip of the knife to his chest, scaring the white lawyer so much that he wet himself.

I was a bit stumped. "Should I draw it horizontally or vertically?"

Sieg threatened with a forced smile, "Just chop it up. I'll have someone prepare a meat grinder, throw it in, and there won't be anything left."

The cold blade directly stimulated the other person's scalp, making their head feel like it was about to explode.

"I was wrong! Please! Don't do this!! Let's leave now and pretend nothing happened." The lawyer hugged his leg and cried bitterly.

"Get out of here and move your car! You were so careless! You drank some alcohol and took some drugs, and you still managed to wreck the car like this!" Zhang Ailun scolded.

"You're right, Mr. Kim. We'll be more careful from now on. I'll pass that on to our boss."

The lawyer, with tears streaming down his face and overflowing with gratitude, helped the several elderly black men, who were limping, into the car.

Zhang Ailun picked up the tactical chest pack, removed the magazine from the gun, ejected the bullets, and tossed it to the old black man. "I don't take guns with serial numbers. Get lost. Don't come here again to sell guns and ammunition!"

Old Hei jogged to get into the car, and as he was turning around, the vehicle accidentally smashed the taillight.

"They definitely won't let this go so easily." Watching the vehicle drive away, Sieg pondered how to nip the risk in the bud.

"If you want me to go to jail, just say so."

Zhang Ailun glanced at him. "Officer Miguel is in charge of the Economic Crimes Investigation Unit, not the Organized Crime Unit. Did he take all that money?"

"Hmm." Sig nodded.

"Let's see if we can make a scene. Don't the police need evidence to arrest them? Let's find some clues about their smuggling crimes and take down all those butchers!" Zhang Ailun wanted to eradicate them completely.

"Relevant intelligence and evidence are not so easy to obtain. Otherwise, they wouldn't have been able to do this for so long. The police have no evidence against them, and they haven't even noticed the business they're doing."

Sieg, however, felt that this matter would not be easy. "But after seeing our firepower and attitude, they probably wouldn't dare to provoke us easily. At most, they would ask other small gangs on the street to harass us."

Zhang Ailun smiled. "I have my own clever plan. Officer Miguel has already obtained the ledger, hasn't he?"

However, this estimate alone is unlikely to bring them down; more concrete evidence is needed.

Evening arrived quickly, and the Beggars' Sect disciples and their companions who had been out hunting returned.

Dominic, carrying a briefcase, took out a sum of money, counted it carefully, and reported to the leader, "Today I collected over five thousand cans, plus the four thousand cans from yesterday, which I sold through the can recycling machine, making a profit of over four hundred dollars! Adding in the profits from begging and other valuable recyclable items, I made over two hundred dollars, for a total of seven hundred dollars!"

As usual, Zhang Ailun took $200 of the dividend, leaving the rest for them to distribute as they pleased. Today's expenditure was $5012, and their total assets now amounted to $11666.

Simone and Lori returned as well. Seeing their radiant faces, Zhang Ailun greeted them and immediately asked, "How's your discount coupon business going? Have you received payment yet?"

Simone pulled out a handful of vouchers. "Look," she said, "these vouchers can be redeemed directly at the nearby convenience stores and supermarkets!"

张艾伦看了一眼，发现还有几张大额的50美元奖金券，其他的都是20、10、5、2美元的奖金券。

"The PS5 and 4090 graphics cards we sold last time have also been sold. With that money, we plan to continue to increase our investment."

Simone said, "To make this job bigger and better, I even rented a room in a motel with a computer, and Blitz got us hundreds of accounts for easy shopping and transactions. Dominic should have told you about this already, right? I must say, you really gave us a pleasant surprise. I saw your RV yesterday, it's very nice!"

"Congratulations! I knew you were an ambitious girl. So, why didn't you consider coming and living with us in the RV? At least you could save on rent." Zhang Ailun asked.

"I'm not one to rely on others," Simone shrugged, hinting at something. "I want to earn my own money and buy my own house and car."

"Hey! You have a problem with me?" Jennifer immediately became unhappy. The two of them had a fight last night because she had messed with Zhang Ailun.

She walked over and took Zhang Ailun's arm, saying with dissatisfaction, "I do like relying on others, but that's because he's a responsible, real man. Simone, you and Ailun are so close, you must have already given him a handjob, so you know his size, right?"

"..."

Zhang Ailun was speechless for a moment.

Seeing this, the others wisely moved to another spot.

"Fxxk! At least I'm not so promiscuous as to try and pull down a man's pants anywhere!"

Simone was taken aback by her close-range attack and got a little angry. Why is she targeting me here?

"I didn't!" Jennifer replied confidently. "I can count the number of boyfriends I've had on one hand. What about you, Simone? Are you jealous of me? You were here first, but I'm the one who ended up sleeping in the same bed with him."

Simone gave a cold laugh: "Alan and I are just very good friends, while you think that toying with men gives you a sense of conquest and pleasure. But I have to say, you've messed with the wrong person!"

"You're so stubborn. You clearly want it, but you're hiding it. Do you think Allen will just walk into your bed? Last time I accidentally passed by your tent and overheard some things I shouldn't have heard," Jennifer retorted provocatively.

Simone's face flushed instantly, and she glared fiercely at Allen. "At least he's already seen me! I just didn't make him take responsibility!"

"You think you have to take responsibility just because you've seen me? That's ridiculous. When did the West Coast become so conservative? I've already done what a girlfriend should do for him, does that mean he can marry me?"

The two were at loggerheads, practically ready to fight.

Zhang Ailun tiptoed away from the battlefield, giving a wink to Sieg and the others who were watching the show.

The leader admitted that he needed to make a tactical retreat.

"What are you laughing at?"

"Boss, as someone who's been through this, I suggest you sort things out with those two as soon as possible, otherwise it'll be bad for the camp's unity," Sieg suggested, barely suppressing a laugh. We're trained in professional units; we don't usually laugh.

Unless you can't help it.

"Experienced? What makes you think you're an experienced veteran? You're a soldier who's carried a gun for years and never left the base except during leave. How many girlfriends have you had? Were they your right-hand women or your boyfriends?" Zhang Ailun retorted immediately, dissatisfied.

Sig was momentarily flustered. "I've never had a boyfriend!!"

I don't believe it.

Zhang Ailun went on a killing spree, calling out the names of every single Beggar Clan disciple present.

Finally, everyone was seething with anger and decided to go to Camp 9 under Bridge to settle scores with the Modern Brothers.

Just then, Jason drove back in his pickup truck, dove to the side of the road, leaned out of the window and waved, "Hey guys! Look who's back? It's me! Your good friend Jason! The West Coast's future millionaire is back!"

Ha ha.

The group completely ignored him.

Passive-aggressive behavior!!

Fitz, in the passenger seat, keenly sensed that something was amiss and quietly got out of the car.

"You'd better not be too flamboyant, or you'll definitely suffer the consequences."

Jason was completely bewildered.

Zhang Ailun walked over and criticized, "Jason, why have you been using this car for so long? Can you drive it for a whole day to cover just a few dozen kilometers? We've been waiting here for you to return the car for half a year."

Jason asked in surprise, "Really? Why hasn't anyone messaged me?"

"Get your damn seeds off the truck and plant your damn land! Need us to give you a hand?"

Seeing several packets of seeds on the pickup truck, Zhang Ailun readily climbed into the truck and quickly unloaded them.

Jason was completely stunned. "Guys, you guys are all on drugs?"

"Yes! I'm really angry right now!"

Zhang Ailun waved for Sieg and the others to come and get the car, then got into the passenger seat. "I need to find someone to vent my frustration!"

"How much?" Jason instinctively replied, "Which strip club? Can I go?"

Fitz, drawn by the smell, came over, grabbed his ear, and dragged him inside, threatening, "If you dare go in! I'll cut you up!!"

Jason yelled and covered his ears as he was dragged away, "I'm not going, I'm not going!"

The screams were deafening; it was a truly horrific scene.

Sig drove the vehicle away from the camp, and the group headed straight for the Modern Brothers' camp under the bridge next door.

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