America: Starting with Daily Intelligence

Chapter 122 Vehicle Delivery

After waiting a few minutes, the roar of car engines came from outside. Zhang Ailun looked out the window and saw several cars parked in front of the apartment building below. None of them were priced below $10,000; they were all heavily modified! Explosive performance.

Immediately afterwards, a tall, white man wearing a bandana, a studded black leather jacket, Doc Martens, skull pendants, and covered in tattoos got out of the lead car.

You can tell at a glance that he's no ordinary person.

The burly white man got out of the car and stormed to the apartment door, banging on it loudly. "Hey! I'm here! Is anyone home? Open the door right now!"

"Dude, you dare to mess with these guys? They look like they're involved in gangs, right?" Zhang Ailun turned around in surprise to look at the group of black men, thinking that their fate would probably be terrible.

He cast a pitying glance at the old man, nodded to Sieg, and said, "Go open the door for them."

"Hey! Your favorite Tommy's here! Can you open the door?" A group of burly white men crowded around the doorway, shouting and yelling, acting completely lawless.

"What are you yelling for?"

Sieg opened the door for them and pressed the muzzle of a submachine gun right against their foreheads.

The fire was extinguished instantly.

Sieg didn't give them a friendly look at all, and said rudely, "If we bring the police here, can you take responsibility for that?"

The burly white man at the door had a stiff expression, but it quickly broke into a smile. He spread his hands enthusiastically, "Hey there, buddy, you must be from Burger King, right? I have to say, you did a fantastic job! I admire guys like you! We definitely have to grab a couple of drinks after this is all over!"

"Burger King is my boss, you've mistaken me for someone else."

After saying that, Sieg turned around and went inside. "Come in, everyone. Don't make noise outside. The neighbors need peace and quiet too. You have absolutely no manners."

The burly white man at the door exchanged glances with the others, shrugged, and said, "Okay! You're the boss, you call the shots. Let's settle this score properly!"

After stretching their muscles, they lined up and entered the house, slamming the door shut behind them.

The once spacious apartment living room suddenly felt much more crowded with the addition of several muscular men, each over 1.8 meters tall.

The old black men trembled with fear, barely daring to breathe loudly.

"Are you Mr. Hacksaw?" Zhang Ailun glanced at the burly man leading them and asked.

"Burger King!! Hahahaha..."

Mr. Hacksaw chuckled, walked over and shook hands with him. He was about to pat him on the shoulder, but Zhang Ailun changed his tune, and Mr. Hacksaw immediately felt a chill run down his spine, pulling his hand back as if he'd been electrocuted.

He immediately became obedient.

"I am Hacksaw! My name is Tommy. Does my name sound familiar? That's right! But I'm not that Tommy. I'm a West Coast rapper. Have you heard my songs?"

"No." Zhang Ailun just found him noisy. Maybe he thought he looked cool.

If you're my old friend Tommy, you should be in Sin City Miami, not the City of Angels.

Floral shirt, jeans, I'm the coolest on the streets of Sin City.

Tommy smiled sheepishly: "It's normal if you haven't heard of me. Actually, I'm not that famous. I've only released a few albums that didn't sell. I'm in the business of selling pirated rap CDs, and I've even acted in movies."

"Hamburg Juan King".

Zhang Ailun calmly shook hands with him and handed him the car keys. "Tommy, your car is in the parking garage downstairs. You can have someone check the situation now, and then come back to pay."

"Okay." Tommy immediately waved for his underlings to go with Sig to inspect the vehicle.

He then looked at the group of Black men, clenched his fist, cracked his knuckles, and gave a forced smile. "Guys, you guys have some nerve! You even dared to steal my car?"

"I'm sorry, we were wrong." The three black men were on the verge of tears.

"Boss, can I handle this guy?" A bald, muscular white man looked at the skinny black man and licked his lips.

Old Hei was so scared he almost peed his pants.

Tommy looked at Zhang Ailun, wanting to get his opinion.

"We're only responsible for recovering the vehicles. How you deal with these theft gangs is your business. They provoked you first, so even if you hand them over to the police, the responsibility lies with them. It's all legal and compliant," Zhang Ailun said, completely unconcerned.

"Go on, Fury, go and give our little thief a good reward." Tommy encouraged his underlings to treat the old black men well.

Amidst a series of wailing and screams like a pig being slaughtered, Lao Hei was lifted up and dragged into the house. His struggles were futile, and soon even more intense and tragic cries filled the air.

The remaining two black men immediately broke down, pleading, "We were wrong! Sir! Please let us go!"

"We'll settle our bill later." Tommy ignored the two black men and warmly invited Zhang Ailun to sit down and talk. "Are there only three of them?"

"Five. You'll have to figure out the other two yourselves. I don't want to get involved," Zhang Ailun replied.

"Okay, may I ask what kind of work you do?"

Tommy stared at the Victor submachine gun in Zhang Ailun's hand, his imagination running wild. "Gang members? Terrorists? How did you find the vehicle information? I commissioned six professional teams before, and none of them could find my car."

"We're not as mysterious as you think. The name Juankin carries some weight in Fifth District, but we're just a small team that does can recycling," Zhang Ailun said. "As for how we found the missing vehicle, we naturally have our own professional intelligence network."

"Okay, I think we'll have a chance to work together in the future." Seeing that Zhang Ailun didn't want to say anything more, Tommy wisely didn't ask any further questions.

Someone with such an intelligence network is definitely not someone to mess with; it's certainly not as simple as he makes it out to be.

Sig and Tommy's henchman returned to the apartment living room. The burly white man handed the car keys to Tommy. "Boss, no problem. Although the paint and rims show signs of being replaced, the engine and VIN match. It's our car!"

Tommy nodded, beckoned another underling over, and took out rolls of banknotes wrapped in plastic film from his briefcase and placed them in front of him.

"Let's check it, Mr. Kim. This is the agreed-upon payment, a total of $5000! I, Tommy, have always been honest and trustworthy!"

Zhang Ailun handed the money to Sieg, who skillfully began counting it. He quickly finished counting and nodded, "The amount is correct."

"Mission accomplished, pleasant cooperation, have fun." Zhang Ailun handed the submachine gun to Sig for safekeeping, packed the US dollars into a bag, said goodbye, and got up to leave.

"Leaving so soon? Aren't you going to stay and watch the special program?" Tommy asked, somewhat surprised, as he stood up to ask her to stay.

"We have other things to do," Zhang Ailun refused.

"Okay, here's my business card. I hope you'll have time to come to my place for a drink sometime. I'll definitely treat you well, with exciting music and fantastic shows!" Tommy said with a hint of regret, handing his business card to Zhang Ailun.

Zhang Ailun looked at the information on the business card. It was a record company called White Shark, and its location wasn't even in Poor Street; it was in western Los Angeles.

The entertainment industry there is quite developed; Hollywood in the West was built there.

I didn't expect these people to have their own businesses and not just be pure gangsters. Is selling pirated records and CDs really that profitable? Or are there other things involved? Like pornographic videos?

In the West Coast, all the profitable ventures involve gambling, prostitution, and drugs. The jobs these people do are certainly not legitimate, which explains why everyone can afford a car worth over ten thousand US dollars.

Zhang Ailun wasn't envious of them, because he was sure they would be able to reach that scale in the future. He waved and left the apartment through the side door with Sig.

After seeing Zhang Ailun and the other man off, Tommy had his men investigate Mr. Jin. The information they received was exactly as he had described: Mr. Jin was just a homeless man in the Fifth District who was involved in can recycling and had no connection to any gang.

"That's strange. There's no reason for ordinary homeless people to have such a strong intelligence network. They're definitely not that simple." Tommy felt more and more that the other party was not simple. The more he thought about it, the more frightened he became. It was better not to get involved.

The waters in the streets of Los Angeles are too deep.

Turning to look at the two black men, he instantly flew into a rage. "Fxxk you! You black devils! How dare you steal my car? I'll make sure you don't see the sun rise tomorrow! Beat them up!!"

The burly white men surrounded him and began punching and kicking him, causing the old black man to scream in agony.

After leaving the apartment building, Zhang Ailun and Sieg waited in the parking lot with their handbags. Each of them bought a Coke with ice and enjoyed the beautiful scenery, as well as the long-legged blonde beauties by the roadside.

"My assessment is that it's not as good as Seattle," Zhang Ailun said, sipping his iced cola.

"That's a tropical area, so people rarely wear thick clothes all year round. If you want to see bikini-clad beauties in Los Angeles, you should go to Santa Monica Beach," Sieg chimed in, looking quite refreshed.

Air Force Pele arrived shortly afterward.

After throwing the Coke bottle into the trash can and getting into the car, Zhang Ailun began distributing the profits to everyone.

"This mission was done perfectly, but I took the job, I broke into the door, I beat up the black guy, you two just ran errands. I'll take 4000, and you'll each get 500. Any problems?" The leader asked the two men, holding several rolls of US dollars in one hand.

"Boss, I'll just take 200." Air Force Bailey said tactfully, "After all, I didn't do anything, I just squatted by the roadside and waited for twenty minutes."

Zhang Ailun smiled with satisfaction. "You're so sensible. I'll definitely hire you again for this kind of work in the future."

Sig added, "I didn't do anything either. After all, you paid for the guns, and I didn't waste any bullets this time. By the time I went upstairs, you had already taken care of all three of them by yourself. 300 is more than enough for me!"

"That's true, but I can't treat you unfairly. After all, if anything had happened in the apartment back then, we would both have taken the blame."

Zhang Ailun generously handed over a thousand-dollar bill to the two men, patted them on the shoulder, and said, "Drive back!"

"Thank you, Boss!!"

Neither of them refused any further; Sieg took $700 and Bailey took $300. The Grand Master's net worth reached $19033.

He started the vehicle and headed back the way he came, ready to return to his territory.

While in the car, Olivia sent him a message. Zhang Ailun glanced at it and saw that she had become very agitated and immediately exploded.

Olivia: WTF!! Where did you get these chat messages? Craig really is having an affair with that rich female client! She also lives in the Crown District.

Zhang Ailun: The situation is a bit complicated. I happened to take this job when I was looking for work on the Los Angeles 58 Black Market app. I found these chat contents while searching for information. The male protagonist is your boyfriend.

Olivia: I'm so disgusted! He's been cheating on me with rich women, and he doesn't even involve me. I've introduced him to several clients before.

Zhang Ailun: Is this all you care about?

Olivia: What else? I expected this. Our relationship is complicated. Compared to couples who develop a normal relationship and get married, we are more like business partners who live together.

Zhang Ailun: ...

Olivia: I just hate that he didn't think of me after he got a good life! He didn't even mention that I had a girlfriend.

Zhang Ailun: Judging from this, this guy is indeed a bit unethical. Were you sleeping before?

Olivia: Yes, I just woke up and was planning to go out for a meal to embrace my wonderful new life, but then I saw the bad news you brought me. Thank you so much, Hamburg!!

Zhang Ailun: I feel like you're angry with me.

Olivia: No, I just feel so angry and have nowhere to vent! I'm so upset.

Zhang Ailun: Since you don't care whether your boyfriend cheated on you, then I'll send these chat messages to the employer. He promised me a guaranteed $2500 salary, plus a decent bonus! He's also confident he can get $200 million in divorce settlement.

Olivia: That much? Wait! Don't panic. I'm going to call Craig right now and confront him about it! If he wants to break up with me, I'll demand a $10,000 breakup fee! After all, if I threaten him with his current girlfriend's husband, he definitely won't want to see a tragedy happen. I'll make his current girlfriend lose $2 million!

Zhang Ailun: Isn't this a bit inappropriate?

Olivia: I'll give you $5000.

Zhang Ailun: That's great! I support you!! This is how you should deal with a scumbag.

What employer? Which employer?

You're only offering a guaranteed fee of $2500, plus that damn lawsuit that's going on for who knows how long, and the divorce proceedings. Others are offering $5000, in cash!

It's all business, and it's a difficult situation for me too.

Olivia: [Location Sharing] Do you have time now? Come to my house quickly, I'm worried that Craig will get angry and even abuse me.

Zhang Ailun: If he dares to do that, I swear, I'll beat the shit out of him, then beat him back into the shit!! I'll ruin his reputation! He won't get a single penny from that rich woman!!

Olivia: It's wild, but I love your fierceness. Baby, come here quickly!!

Upon receiving Olivia's address information, Zhang Ailun immediately instructed Sieg to turn the car around and take him to that community.

Sieg asked in surprise, "Another new address I've never been to before? Who did you meet up with this time?"

Zhang Ailun rolled his eyes: "None of your business. Just drive your car. Do you want to go around telling the world about my privacy?"

"I'm just concerned about you. I'm worried you might get involved with a promiscuous girl and catch some kind of disease. That would definitely make your life miserable!" Sieg explained.

"Thanks for your concern, Sig. But can you shut up now? Drive carefully! Watch your traffic lights!" Zhang Ailun said.

"Okay." Sig immediately shut up.

Zhang Ailun kept his head down, playing with his phone, and then took the opportunity to ask about Dominic's situation, whether they had found the old black man.

Dominic: Not yet, but our people have already started a thorough and active search. We will definitely notify you as soon as there is any news.

Zhang Ailun: OK.

(End of this chapter)