America: Starting with Daily Intelligence

Chapter 118 Youth Education

Zhang Ailun glanced at his phone and, sure enough, saw an anonymous message.

The information revealed detailed identities and social details of the teenagers and minors, as well as their home addresses, and even included explicit videos.

God knows how Blitz got it.

"Thank you for your help, Blitz."

Zhang Ailun was also incredibly impressed with his skills, saying, "With this information, we can take the initiative and cause them trouble!"

"I think we can just send these videos to that guy. I bet he'll be furious after seeing them."

Sieg laughed, clicked on the video to watch it, and found that they were all different male protagonists.

I initially thought this pretty girl with a great figure was worth pursuing, but now I've instantly lost that idea.

"I know this guy. He's the leader of that motorcycle gang. I didn't expect he'd also be having an affair with this female internet celebrity named Mickey." Sig quickly recognized the appearance of one of the white boys.

"You can send it to him directly," Zhang Ailun suggested.

Sig sent it directly to SteamCat.

Sure enough, I received an anonymous call not long after.

Once connected, the other party immediately roared in exasperation, "Fxxk you! Where did you get this? Are you messing with me? Is this AI-made?"

What time is it? You're still thinking about AI? Can your AI produce such realistic pile driving videos?

Why won't this young man admit that he was cheated on?

"Dude, do you want to die? Do you believe I can just lay out all the evidence against you right now, report you to the police, and have them arrest you and put you in jail for the rest of your life?"

Zhang Ailun grabbed the phone and made verbal threats, seizing the opportunity to hurl a string of elegant phrases starting with the letter F.

They firmly held the upper hand, pushing Steam Cat to the brink of collapse.

The other party erupted in a fit of impotent rage, but quickly calmed down. "You had someone investigate me?"

"Steam Cat, Justin, what do you think?"

Once the veil of mystery is removed, the threat posed by hackers is virtually zero. This is especially true when they are located in the same city, just a few blocks apart, practically neighbors who see each other all the time.

Zhang Ailun now had complete control, his voice low and menacing: "Buddy, you're the one who provoked us. If you don't want to be dragged to the suburbs and buried alive, I'll give you a chance. At 9 PM tonight, gather those motorcycle gangs at 125, 56, 75x in the suburbs. We'll be waiting for you there. If you don't show up, you'll face the consequences! We'll come looking for you! Street life isn't a game!!"

"That guy slept with my girlfriend, of course I can't cover for him! Damn it! I work so hard to earn money for her! I was even planning to propose to her, but I never expected that this bitch slept with so many people behind my back!!" Steam Cat broke down completely.

"You piece of shit. You're pathetic."

Zhang Ailun made a sarcastic remark, leaving behind a hurtful comment, and then hung up the phone.

Meanwhile, in an apartment building in Los Angeles, a tall, thin boy sitting in front of his computer was furious. He ripped off his headphones, curled up like a red-hot shrimp, jumped up and down, veins bulging, and roared to the sky: "Fxxk!!!"

But he quickly calmed down and realized that as a tech geek, small and thin, he had no advantage whatsoever in taking revenge on that despicable couple. So he decided to use someone else to do the dirty work and dialed their number.

The call was connected very quickly.

"Hey buddy, what's up?"

Steam Cat was about to say something when it suddenly heard a familiar voice and gave a cold laugh: "Why is there a sound of water coming from your place?"

"Dude, is that even a question? Of course, we're doing something big! Hiss... what exactly do you need me for?"

Steam Cat's face instantly turned red. He cursed the two of them under his breath, barely suppressing his anger, and said, "That's interesting. Do you remember that homeless guy who harassed my girlfriend? You said you'd stand up for me and get revenge on him. I've already arranged to meet him tonight in the suburbs. Isn't that guy supposed to be a tough guy? You'd better bring a few more people this time, and some cash too."

"Hey! My dad only gave me $3000 in allowance this month!" came a dissatisfied voice from the other end. "You guys only give me tens or hundreds of dollars each time, which isn't enough for me to win. You should give me more, shouldn't you?"

"I brought $2500!"

Steam Cat lied, saying, "Isn't your dad a high-ranking executive at GG Company? Get him to give you extra money, and we'll see who wins tonight!"

"$2500? How come you suddenly have so much money? Didn't your girlfriend say you were broke?" The other person asked, somewhat surprised.

"Because this is the money I'm using to buy a diamond ring for my proposal. But it's still not enough, and now I want to make a big profit!" Steam Cat replied.

"Okay, buddy, I'll be there tonight!"

After hanging up the phone, Steam Cat's eyes were red.

He rummaged through drawers and found a pistol. Like a madman, he loaded the bullet, posed as if pulling the trigger at the glass, and then threw his head back and laughed loudly.

"I want you all dead!!!"

"This idiot actually wants to marry you."

At the motel on the other side, the young white man hung up the phone, somewhat annoyed.

"Isn't this a good thing? This way, if I divorce him, I can get child support every month!" the woman said happily. "But the person I love most is actually you! His stamina and size can't compare to yours at all! You're so amazing, and you're also very willing to spend money on me."

"My dad gave you $2000 last time too. You didn't sleep with him, did you?" The young white man asked suspiciously. "Otherwise, why would he suddenly transfer $5000 to me last month? He's always refused to acknowledge me as his son."

"How could that be?!" the woman immediately assured, "I love no one but you."

"Okay, I'm tired. I'm going to take a shower and get some sleep. Remember to wake me up later." The young white man didn't suspect anything.

The woman breathed a sigh of relief, immediately took out her phone and started scrolling through her contacts, chatting with another person.

The first input method I used was "Dear".

Time quickly passed and evening arrived.

Zhang Ailun and his men had been waiting at the suburban location for a long time. They sat on the hood of a pickup truck, enjoying the afterglow of the sunset.

"A dark and stormy night for murder."

Sieg arrived right on time. He had contacted his friend yesterday and spent the $3000 budget to buy a batch of equipment. The shipment was ready and delivered before evening, arriving just in time.

The scattered gun parts were quickly assembled into a CZ Scorpion EVO3 submachine gun, two Vector submachine guns, and two sets of obsolete security equipment, including an assault tactical body armor vest. After replacing the ceramic plates, it became a solid level 3 armor.

Not long after, accompanied by the roar of motorcycles and flashing lights, a dozen motorcyclists arrived at the scene and drifted to a stop on the side of the road.

What started as a very impressive scene suddenly turned into a series of gunshots pointed at their heads as soon as they got out of the car.

I was instantly stunned.

"Hey guys! Why are you only getting here now?" Zhang Ailun chuckled as he walked over, toying with a stylish revolver, and checked their information one by one on his phone.

With a wave of his hand, Richie and his men began searching them, finding rolls of cash and two loaded pistols on their bodies.

"That much money?"

"But that's not enough to buy your lives!"

Zhang Ailun gave a forced smile, "You haven't even grown your hair yet, and you're already trying to play with guns."

One sentence was enough to terrify the group of teenagers.

"Who are you guys? Men, don't be impulsive! There might be some misunderstanding between us." The leader of the motorcycle gang was starting to feel weak in the knees. The other motorcycle gang members were also surprised that coming here just to watch a boxing match would cause them to provoke gang members.

"Look at me, do you still think there's a misunderstanding?" Sig stepped forward, his expression serious.

"It's you? You had someone ambush me?" The young white man recognized Sieg and his face instantly turned red.

Ignoring the young white man with red hull, Sieg directly pointed his gun at the sky and started firing.

Upon hearing the deafening gunshot, screams erupted from the crowd, and everyone instinctively covered their heads and crouched on the ground.

"Sarilang!!!"

Although they are lawless and like to bully others, they are terrified when someone points a gun at them or even fires a shot. Some of them are so scared that they wet themselves and lose control of their bladder and bowels.

After all, they are still a group of minors.

The young white man leading the group was also terrified; he had never seen anything like this in all his years in Hammerfall.

Terrorists!! These people are definitely terrorists!!

"That steampunk cat didn't come?"

Zhang Ailun glanced at the screen and, finding no sign of the other party, immediately signaled Sieg to dial their number.

Sig dialed SteamCat's number and asked, "Where are you? Why didn't you come? Are you scared?"

"I'll be there soon."

Steam Cat replied curtly, "I'll be there once I've finished my work!"

"You didn't run away, did you? With all the mess you've made, even if you ran to another state, the FBI would still be after you," Sieg warned.

"Hmph! Have you ever seen a murderer get a good ending? I have no intention of living anymore!!"

"Murderer? Who did you kill? Your girlfriend?" Sieg asked. "I advise you to calm down. Killing someone over something trivial will completely ruin your life."

"Fxxk you! It's none of your business!" Steam Cat hung up the phone immediately.

Sieg looked at Zhang Ailun and said helplessly, "This guy seems to have some mental issues. He said he's going to become a murderer."

Zhang Ailun counted the banknotes and found that there were a total of $4260.

These teenagers are quite wealthy.

"Then call the police! Let the officers deal with that guy. What does it have to do with me? If he wants to go to jail, let him. A tech geek who only sits behind a computer spying on other people's privacy for profit, even if he had a few more lives, he wouldn't dare to kill someone in the street."

Most likely, he had impulsive thoughts after the red temperature rose, rode his motorcycle around the streets a couple of times, and the wind calmed him down.

If he really did that.

Then pretend I didn't say anything.

Anyway, this has no impact on the Grand Master.

I'm in charge of the survival of the Beggars' Sect disciples, I'm in charge of territorial disputes on the streets, and I'm also in charge of juvenile delinquency and murder?

"You guys are pretty rich."

Zhang Ailun pulled a folding stool out of the pickup truck, sat on it, crossed his legs, and looked at the motorcycle gang members who had turned into quails. "Do you know who I am?"

"I don't know. Should I know?" the young white man stammered.

"I am Juan King of Lorry Louis XIX. Haven't you street bikers heard of me?"

Zhang Ailun wondered if his reputation was only effective within the homeless community in District 5.

"I've heard some things; those homeless people seem to talk about you all the time."

A girl with pigtails said timidly, "Are all homeless people like you? You must be gang members."

Seeing that she was quite young, full of naivety and lacking the maturity of David and Gates, Zhang Ailun asked, "How old are you? Why are you hanging out with these people?"

"I'm 14. I hang out with them because they're cool," the girl replied.

Zhang Ailun was speechless. "Can being cool put food on the table? Are you out of your mind? What do you take the streets for? Playing house? Coming and going as you please?"

It's an absolutely terrible educational environment.

He looked like he had never been whipped by Old Hei.

When I was 14, if I dared to ride a motorcycle and hang out with Huang Mao, I might end up coming back pregnant, not even knowing whose child it was. My parents would beat me so badly I'd be crippled!

That is, the beacon of freedom.

"You enjoy watching people box? Bullying the homeless? Fine, you have twelve men, but this money can only buy ten lives! You need to win by fighting! The winner leaves here alive, the loser will be shot!!"

Zhang Ailun pulled the trigger and fired a shot into the air. They all jumped in fright.

"If you manage to survive tonight and still want to continue living on the streets, great! Next time we meet, I'll have someone tie you up here, throw you into a blender to grind you up, and then bury you alive!!"

"Now, let's start fighting!!"

Zhang Ailun crossed his legs, signaling them to start a free-for-all.

Seeing the stunned teenagers, Sieg fired another warning shot.

Everyone was terrified and looked at each other in dismay, but apart from the leading teenager who was holding down a fat man and beating him hard, everyone else stood still and didn't dare to make a move.

"I don't want to be hit. I was wrong, I'll never fool around like that again, I want to quit!"

A freckled boy was so frightened that he burst into tears.

Zhang Ailun laughed, "Except for those two who are still fighting, the rest of you can step aside and wait for the police to come and cooperate with the investigation! As long as you don't say anything out of line, I can guarantee you won't go to jail."

"..."

One sentence instantly put everyone at ease.

This also allowed the motorcycle gang leader, Hong Wen, who was pinning down the chubby boy and beating him mercilessly, to regain the upper hand.

He glared at her angrily, "Fxxk you!! Are you kidding me?"

Zhang Ailun walked over with a forced smile and slapped him so hard he fell to the ground, dizzy and disoriented, losing two teeth and bleeding profusely from his nose.

"Who the hell are you talking to? Watch your language, you little brat!"

"You really are your dad's precious darling, huh? You think everyone will spoil you once you leave home?"

Every word they utter is a beautiful expression of our national essence.

Zhang Ailun reached behind him, "Knife!"

Right before his horrified gaze, he held the knife to his neck, drawing blood. "Playing the streets, is it fun?"

"This isn't fun, please let me go." The young white man was so scared he wet himself.

"Now you're scared? What were you doing before? Don't you know that rich people really like people like you?"

Zhang Ailun threatened, "Your brain fluid, bone marrow, heart, and adrenaline are all very valuable!!"

She burst into tears.

Confront your fears.

Zhang Ailun found it boring; these teenagers were even harder to train than the black men.

At least when Old Black sees a gun barrel pointed at him, if you tell him to go east, he will never go west.

Unlike these guys, all they do is cry, thinking they're so tough.

Not long after, someone arrived on a motorcycle. Steam Cat's face turned ashen. He got off the motorcycle and pulled out a pistol without saying a word.

The young white man was so terrified that he lost control of his bladder on the spot.

"Fxxk you!! You're still alive!!" Steam Cat sneered, "You think I don't know you slept with my girlfriend?"

"Hey! Put down the gun you're holding!!" Sig stepped forward and warned.

"You actually dare to carry a gun, huh!"

Zhang Ailun was also surprised by the other party's decisiveness and ruthlessness, and saw that the other teenagers were scared out of their wits. "A perfectly good suburb has been turned into a farm breeding base."

"I'll turn myself in!!" Steam Cat roared. Like a madman, he disengaged the safety and pulled the trigger.

Bang! A gunshot rang out.

Sig, who was closest, rushed forward and disarmed Sig with his bare hands. An elbow strike made Sig's vision go black, and the gun fell to the ground instantly. Sig was then pinned to the ground.

Richie picked up the gun and checked it, discovering that the magazine was filled with rubber bullets.

The young white man, however, was completely terrified, clutching his chest and howling, "Help me! I'm going to die!!"

"If you really kill someone, I guarantee you'll never get out of here again!!"

However, it's clear that this guy doesn't have the guts to kill his girlfriend.

Under the influence of two powerful memory-awakening techniques, the other party confessed that he didn't have the courage to commit murder in the city. He only wanted to try to intimidate the young white man here, but now he couldn't even do that.

Young people these days are all so crazy.

"Pack this kid up and send him to jail. Tell him not to talk nonsense, or the next bullet he fires will be real!" Zhang Ailun put on sunglasses, got into the car, and drove away from the crime scene. Of course, the bullet casing marks had to be cleaned up.

Sig took out his phone and notified Officer Mig, who also took the juvenile delinquency case very seriously. He immediately sent his colleague on duty to drive over to investigate and also notified the parents of the motorcycle gang.

There's nothing that two big parents can't solve. If there is, it's because they didn't beat you hard enough!

If they're still stubbornly clinging to their beliefs, then let's call in Attorney Dave!

By then, it will be difficult for you to even cry.

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(End of this chapter)