America: Starting with Daily Intelligence

Chapter 119 Weight Upgrade

We returned to Camp 19.

Dominic and the Beggars' Guild members were all there, as was Dave, though he looked a bit listless and downcast, and everyone was trying to comfort him.

Zhang Ailun got out of the car and walked over, where he heard people talking.

"Isn't it a good thing that the police station and the court have hired you? This way you'll have a permanent position and a normal job! You won't have to sleep on the streets anymore once you start earning money."

Dave gave a bitter laugh: "I'm a lawyer, a defense attorney, and my duty is to defend the defendant as best I can, without violating my conscience or the law! But what did I do? I got my defendant sentenced to over two hundred years in prison... Good heavens! I didn't even dare look at his expression! That guy's eyes looked like he wanted to devour me alive!!"

Your friends were speechless. Isn't this your normal level? What's there to blame yourself for? You've done this before.

The pedophile received his due punishment, the police department gained honor, and you got a decent job. Isn't that a win-win situation?

Aside from the fact that his reputation might be a little intimidating.

The prisoner Jon Snow was truly stupid.

I was originally planning to have a public interest lawyer defend me to reduce my sentence, and then I would go to the immigration office and the embassy to try to get leniency, or at least be deported back to my home country so I wouldn't have to stay in jail here.

But I never expected to run into such a straightforward guy!

What started as a case review and defense for sentence reduction turned into two people being sentenced to over two hundred years in prison on the spot, with the potential to spend the rest of their lives behind bars! Who could possibly stand that?

The mohawk-haired guy was completely dumbfounded. He had been quite happy to hear that Dave was the lawyer introduced by Sieg and that he was one of their own, thinking that Mr. Kim had not abandoned him. He was still in high spirits when he appeared in court.

As a result, the more they listened in court, the more something seemed amiss.

Dude, do you even know how to defend yourself?

Why are all the pieces of evidence you're giving me detrimental to yourself? By the end, he was starting to question the meaning of life.

Finally, the judge brought down the gavel and sentenced him to at least 100 years in prison, meaning he would spend the rest of his life in jail. His vision went black and his legs went weak.

If someone hadn't been holding him up, he definitely would have pounced on Dave and stabbed him to death!

You bastard! What have you done?

The mohawk-haired man cried out his innocence, but he had no money, no power, no influence; he was just a beggar and an illegal immigrant, so nobody paid any attention to him.

Dave was also incredibly remorseful, feeling that he was really not suited to be a lawyer and had messed up another case!

"Hahahaha..." Zhang Ailun burst into laughter after hearing their comments.

Hearing Officer Miguel describe it to Dave was a completely different experience, and he could even picture how green the two victims' expressions must have been—they must have been so enraged they were practically turning purple.

"Now that you've got a government job, do your best! We can all benefit from your success!" Zhang Ailun patted him on the shoulder. "You've finally found your place to shine and make outstanding contributions to the citizens!"

"I've offended too many people," Dave sighed. "If this continues, and I botch a few more jobs, my reputation will be ruined. What am I going to do then?"

I even considered running away with the bucket.

If all else fails, I'll just go back to romantic Paris.

The other campers at the bridge cave camp didn't think so. "Isn't your reputation already bad? You've only done good things, what are you afraid of! Black or red is still red."

"They're trapped inside and can't get out. You've offended them, and now you're sending them to prison for a hundred years or more. How many lives do they have to live that long? Even if they get a reduced sentence, how much can it be? The bail of hundreds of thousands or millions is enough to crush them!"

Zhang Ailun comforted them, saying, "Those people deserved it! They deserved to be arrested and sentenced! They also don't have the money to hire lawyers anymore, because the police will confiscate their illegal assets as well."

Don't doubt the professionalism of LAPD officers; after all, so many people are waiting to make a living.

All departments at all levels need to make more money. Drug lords and gang leaders, if they come to you and don't get skinned alive, do you think they'll let you off easily?

They let it out, then drag it back in. They let the chives grow tall before cutting them, and they fatten the piglets before slaughtering them!

"You're right, I have nothing right now, having a proper job is already pretty good!" Dave sighed, glancing around but not finding his benefactor. "Where's Sig? I haven't properly thanked him for introducing me to this job yet!"

"He's still dealing with some personal matters. Maybe you'll get some business opportunities from him later."

Those pork smugglers are still waiting for public interest lawyers to defend them. If a black driver dared to break through a checkpoint and shoot at police officers during the day, it's unimaginable how arrogant the smugglers behind the scenes are.

Only those who survive are eligible to go to prison.

Keep it up, you little haters!

There's a large number of criminals in Los Angeles prisons waiting in line to plead for sentence reductions!

If a prison guard feels that a prisoner is not behaving properly, has not paid enough money, or is still trying to make money off the inmate, they can arrange for lawyer Dave to defend them for a reduced sentence.

Even if they refuse, it won't make a difference. Dave is perfectly capable of being a member of the legal team even if he doesn't take the lead in the defense. All he needs to do is appear in court and find evidence!

A very promising future awaits!

Zhang Ailun finds it terrifying to think about how many black men will be sentenced to 200 years or more this year. What a miracle in Los Angeles!

Not long after, Sieg returned and briefly explained the outcome: the motorcycle gang teenagers had all been arrested and taken to the station, and the Southern Precinct had made a fortune in bail money.

As for the money they were extorted by the beggars, the teenagers wisely kept silent about it. What extortion? What blackmail? This is just the normal procedure!

Dominic also reported to Zhang Ailun on the day's work: "Today, Sieg used those recycling machines and stockpiled all the cans collected from twenty streets without selling them. Only some small items sold for a little over a hundred dollars."

"Our territory has grown, and our workload has increased. From now on, you can report to me every few days and we will distribute the profits."

Zhang Ailun only symbolically took $40, then called the Double Flower Red Stick security team who had participated in the mission to the side and gave them $4260 as a bonus.

He took $2000 for himself, and everyone present received $285.

His assets have risen to $15033 again.

"Thank you, Boss!!"

Everyone received a substantial share of the profits and left in high spirits.

They go out drinking and having fun, squandering their money recklessly; they're all good-for-nothing drunkards.

Zhang Ailun took out his phone to check the information.

Rena: Honey, are you free tonight? I've prepared a delicious dinner for you.

The accompanying photo also included a bonus image of her wearing a thin silk nightgown and flesh-colored stockings, showing off her long legs.

Zhang Ailun: Yes!

"Sig, drive me to the shelter." Zhang Ailun immediately asked Sig to drive him there.

"Aren't we eating here?" Dominic asked, carrying a bag of groceries, ready to show off his cooking skills.

The stove in the RV hasn't been used since we brought it back.

"No need, I'll stay at the Green Letter Containment Center tonight and have dinner at Reina's place."

"Okay." Dominic only felt regret.

Sig drove his pickup truck and soon arrived at the Green Letter shelter.

Zhang Ailun got out of the car and greeted Sieg, who then drove back to the camp.

The door was ajar and not completely locked. Zhang Ailun pushed it open and entered, skillfully making his way into the hall.

Reina was already sitting there waiting.

She looked at him with a smile, then gave him a hug and they kissed passionately.

It looks just like a starving tiger that hasn't eaten for three days!

"Where's the food? I want to eat!" Zhang Ailun got a chance to catch his breath, pushed her away, and was thinking about eating first to replenish his energy.

"Honey, I'm your dinner tonight." Reina's eyes gleamed with greed as she grabbed Zhang Ailun and slammed him onto the table.

Hmm... Next up is the pay-per-view program!

An hour later, Zhang Ailun finally managed to feed Reina. He felt a bit exhausted.

Fortunately, Reina was still concerned about his health. After quickly cleaning up the marks, she brought him a sumptuous dinner, resting her chin on her hand and watching him wolf down his food with a smile. "Why do you seem a little out of sorts today?"

You could even notice that? Zhang Ailun was thinking he performed very well today, wasn't he?

"They're probably hungry."

"Then eat more."

Reina felt a little sorry for him, took out a tissue to wipe the sauce from the corner of his mouth, and said softly, "Because there's an even more exciting part coming up."

He took out a whip and lashed it into the air with a snap.

"..."

Zhang Ailun's hand trembled slightly. Was it that exciting?

After swallowing the food, she asked, "Baby, should I hit you or should you hit me?"

"I'll slap you!!" Reina said condescendingly.

Zhang Ailun endured the humiliation and finished his dinner. After resting for a while, he felt full of energy.

Catching her off guard, he rushed up, scooped up Reina, and carried her upstairs amidst her gasps of surprise.

"Smash me? That's not your decision!"

Soon, even more exciting theme songs from paid programs began to play upstairs.

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[Your street presence and influence are growing rapidly, you've amassed considerable wealth, and many have heard of you. Your intelligence weight has increased; current intelligence weight level: D. Provides up to three + 1 random daily activities or street gang-related events daily. This includes areas such as garbage dumps, valuable items, commercial activities, personal privacy, job opportunities, and gang transactions.]

Zhang Ailun woke up feeling refreshed and received good news as soon as he opened his eyes.

The app ranking for Daily Intelligence has been upgraded.

[Daily Intelligence: Under your planning and influence, the Atel Cold Storage Company was wiped out by the Southern Precinct Sheriff, with its headquarters completely eradicated. The operation affected multiple street thugs in the Fifth and Sixth Districts, including small workshops and canneries.]

[Details: The deputy, Nanger, resisted arrest and was shot 82 times, dying on the spot. The company president, carrying heavy weapons, fled the city in a Ford pickup truck, for which a bounty was placed on his head. Police deployed three Bell 206 police helicopters for air support, along with six Chevrolet Impalas and eight Ford Dodges, and at 1:46 AM, they pursued and killed him on Highway 259 in Carson. The entire operation lasted several hours, resulting in the deaths of 21 Black suspects, injuries to two innocent bystanders, the arrest of 73 individuals involved, and injuries to six police officers, one seriously. The initial report of $60,000 in illicit funds seized was $256 million.]

Good heavens, they completely uprooted the other party, leaving nothing but barren land?

The dark-skinned enemy not only refused to surrender, but also dared to resist with guns at our side?

Zhang Ailun exclaimed that America truly lives up to its name, with exciting and thrilling car chases and shootings happening every day when he opens his eyes.

If this were in Miami, I would say the officers need more practice. They should have given the other person no chance to even open their mouth and shot them dead the moment they saw a Black man!

But this is Los Angeles, and the law enforcement officers have already shown enough conscience by doing this.

The most important thing is still that batch of funds involved in the case. Who do you think you are to look down on with the $6 that has been disclosed?

You all swallowed up 250 million?

strong.

[Daily Intelligence: Someone posted a vehicle recovery job on the VT Exchange, offering a reward of up to $5000 for the return of a stolen blue Mustang sedan with license plate LS-2B-72. Details: This vehicle has been stored in the parking garage of apartment building 1286 on Second Avenue, 7th Street for more than three days. It is expected to be sold at a suburban illegal vehicle market around 10:25 PM. The perpetrators are a professional black pickpocket gang from the streets, totaling five people. —Click and long press to view personal information.]

What are the job activities for recycling vehicles?

Zhang Ailun did some research and found that the intelligence and information were all there, so he thought it was worth doing.

$5000 is a considerable sum!

[Daily News: A first edition Spider-Man comic book, signed by Stan Lee, from 1962, was found in a food box in the alleyway of Y3 Street 16. It was picked up by a homeless black man who was last seen on Wapson Street.]

That old black guy has some nerve!

How dare they open a treasure chest on the Beggars' Sect's territory? Trying to snatch food from a tiger's mouth?

You came to steal chickens before the Beggars' Sect disciples started work, didn't you?

Zhang Ailun immediately clicked to download a rough sketch of the black homeless man.

They sent his photo directly to Dominic, leaving a message telling him to have the Beggars' Sect members find him. This was the Beggars' Sect's first wanted poster issued.

Dominic: Who is this black man? What did he do wrong?

Zhang Ailun: A homeless man who doesn't belong to our team found something valuable on our turf! It was a first edition Spider-Man comic book personally signed by Stan Lee, the father of Marvel, in 1962!

Dominic: Spider-Man? I'll have someone find him!

Zhang Ailun: He last appeared on the street near the Carnation Club. You'd better have someone search carefully and get the items back from him. Don't hurt him if you can avoid him tearing up the comic books. If he's being nice, we can buy them back for a few dollars. If he's being tough, you can have Richie and the others go over and reason with him!

Dominic: OK.

[Daily Intelligence: A job posting on the Los Angeles 58 Black Market app is recruiting informants to investigate whether your girlfriend is having an affair. The reward is up to $2500 for useful information and strong evidence. Details: The person having an affair with your employer's girlfriend is a fitness instructor named Raymond, whose real identity is Craig, your best friend Olivia's boyfriend. —Click and long-press to download over 1200 decrypted chat logs.]

Craig?

Zhang Ailun was stunned.

Olivia said she suspected her boyfriend of cheating just two days ago, and today she was caught red-handed by the male homeowner?

We've gotten ourselves involved in this mess.

Zhang Ailun tried downloading the chat messages. After only a cursory glance, he immediately felt his scalp tingle and his blood boil.

Various flirtatious remarks, sweet words, and private photos are flying around.

I never would have guessed! Craig's got a knack for handling rich women!

The only downside is that Craig is a bit short and weak, unable to satisfy his female clients. He only lasts fifteen minutes after taking the pill.

This may be a common problem among fitness instructors.

After considering it for a moment, Zhang Ailun still told Olivia the news and sent her the chat messages in a package.

After waiting for two minutes without receiving any reply from Olivia, Zhang Ailun guessed that she had probably just gotten off work or was already asleep.

Without thinking too much about it, I got up, dressed, and went to the bathroom to wash up.

As I went downstairs, I saw Reina busy in the kitchen. I smelled the delicious aroma of breakfast: bacon, fried eggs, sausages, and sandwiches.

(End of this chapter)