America: Starting with Daily Intelligence

Chapter 135 Blind Boxes in Containers

The passenger took the oil paper bag inside to check the amount of cash. After confirming that it was accurate, he gave the man a small silver box, restarted the car, and sped away from the street.

The entire transaction was conducted in a fast-paced manner, taking less than thirty seconds.

Zhang Ailun glanced around; there were no security cameras, and it was the middle of the night with no pedestrians. After thinking for a moment, he spat his chewing gum out the window. "Run into it!"

"Huh?" Sig looked at him with a sense of existential disbelief.

"Hit him slowly, just enough to knock him unconscious or immobilize him. You can also scare him a little. You controlled your speed quite well during the day."

Zhang Ailun said, "I'll count to three: three, two, one..."

Sieg did as he was told.

hum! !

The pickup truck started with a roar, and Dr. Han, who had just reached the intersection, turned his head to look at the headlights, his mind blank.

Sig suddenly braked hard, executed a precise drift, and with a bang, the other person flew two meters away, rolled several times on the ground, and was stunned but not mentally injured.

Zhang Ailun and Sieg immediately got out of the car and picked up the silver briefcase that had fallen to the ground.

They dragged the unconscious Dr. Han into the car, started the engine, and drove away from the scene, heading straight out of the city and into a desolate area in the suburbs.

After getting out of the car, Zhang Ailun tried to unlock and decipher the combination lock, but to no avail. He could only pick up a water bottle, urinate on it, and splash it on the other person's face.

Dr. Han was dizzy and disoriented when he woke up. Before he could even see the person sitting in front of him clearly, a gun was pressed against his forehead, and the cold touch sent chills down his spine.

I was immediately stunned by the sound of the insurance company being pulled over.

He said, trembling, "Don't hurt me! I'll give you anything you want! I have money!!"

"What's in here?"

Wearing a mask to conceal his face, Sieg asked in a muffled voice, "What's it for? How much is it worth?"

"It's adrenaline red, a medical drug I prepared for my client. This stuff sells for $1000 per gram on the black market. The black cross-shaped box in the case contains a test tube with 6 grams of adrenaline red, and the price including the syringe is $7600," Dr. Han answered, trembling.

"What are you going to do with it?" Zhang Ailun asked.

"My clients have this need, but I can't tell you who my clients are."

Dr. Han was almost in tears. "Please don't hurt me! If you want money, I'll give you any amount you want. There's $2000 in cash in my piggy bank in my apartment. It's bribe money I got from family members. The address is 566 Dongjie Community, and the combination is 564277. I didn't see anything. I don't remember your voices, sseumida..."

"..."

Zhang Ailun and Sieg exchanged a glance. He then continued to inquire about the person he had traded with.

"I don't know who they are, but in our circle, many people do business with them. I can only say that it's legal and compliant. Wealthy people spend a lot of money to customize medical aesthetic packages in order to maintain their youthful appearance. There are no fewer than 260 such specialized medical institutions in Los Angeles alone. We are a small-scale hospital, and we only earn a little bit of hard-earned money and service fees. Even the wives of the mayor and council members often come to patronize our medical aesthetic business."

Dr. Han was terrified and blurted out everything he knew.

Seeing that he couldn't get much information out of him, Zhang Ailun simply punched him unconscious.

"Fxxk!! I thought the army was already terrible, but I didn't expect those in high positions in the city to be even worse! They're all swamp creatures."

Sig removed his mask, spat, and couldn't help but curse, "Is there any hope for a country like this?"

"Who are you asking me about?"

Zhang Ailun showed no empathy, focusing instead on the hypocrisy of those who betray their country: "If there's no hope, isn't there still the Lone Star Republic? You can always trust the Texas rednecks."

Sig rolled his eyes. "You're right, it should be smashed and reassembled. What are we going to do with this guy? We can't just leave him here, can we? If a coyote comes along, he's definitely dead."

"Let's just leave him on the side of the road in the slums. It's better for a black guy to find him than for a coyote to find him. This guy may not be entirely right, but we have no right to judge him." Zhang Ailun was still kind-hearted and didn't kill him. He just left him on the side of the road and saw if he was tough enough to survive.

If he's lucky, he'll at most get a full pound of beer from the old black guy. If he's unlucky, he might get spotted by a passing bread truck and be taken away, and there's nothing he can do about it.

After pulling the unconscious Dr. Han back into the car, Sieg drove back to the city and dumped him at a random intersection where homeless people gathered. He then sped away.

Old Hei, who was nearby, saw someone being thrown from the car and immediately went over. Looking at the fair-skinned Dr. Han, he examined her and said, "She's a bit old, but she's still pretty tight. You can make do with her."

Several people immediately dragged him into the alley, and soon terrified screams echoed from inside: "Who are you, you bastards! No!!"

"Behave yourself!!" Old Hei cursed when he saw that the other man wasn't cooperating. He slapped him twice with his big fists, and all that was left was whimpering.

Several people started to line up.

And you, my friends, you are the real scavengers!

Sieg continued driving to the East Street apartment that Dr. Han had mentioned.

Using the password given to him, Zhang Ailun successfully opened the safe in the car and found a cross-shaped package and syringes wrapped in plastic film. The reinforced spiral glass test tubes were fixed with metal ends and contained a yellowish-orange, slightly reddish, viscous liquid in double-layered glass. At first glance, it looked like the shape of the T-virus.

"Is this adrenaline? I heard it's a pharmaceutical product extracted from children using various methods to frighten them. Humans produce this special hormone in their bodies when they are frightened."

Sieg glanced at it and asked doubtfully, "This stuff can keep people young? It's worth a thousand dollars a gram, much more expensive than gold and rare metals. There's no reason why youth is so precious."

"I don't know. I only know that blood transfusions combined with dietary therapy can indeed extend a person's life by a few years."

Zhang Ailun didn't know much about this either, but it was no secret that there were many rumors circulating online, and a lot of information had been exposed on the dark web. But without a doubt, this thing was the same type of thing as the anti-aging drug that rich people spend 200 million to take.

Wealthy people will stop at nothing to live a few more years, either by replacing their own body parts or by extracting medicinal substances from young people.

Brain fluid, adrenaline, and high-priced drugs are used to impregnate girls and extract their placentas for medical purposes.

Capitalists have done all sorts of things; they don't really believe a bunch of rich people hanging out together just to play with women. Of course, it's to satisfy their perverse desires while also sharing the drugs they're taking.

Young people are treasures from head to toe, and an 18-year-old Black man who doesn't smoke, drink, or have AIDS is an even greater treasure.

"What do you plan to do with these things?" Sieg asked.

"I don't need it. You take it and give it to Faith Modern. Let them find a medical institution on the black market to sell it to. He should have connections. After all, this little thing is worth $7600!"

Thinking that he might as well take it, Zhang Ailun packed the things away and put them under the chair.

They soon arrived at No. 556, Dongjie Community. There wasn't even a street lamp in the area, let alone any security cameras.

The two got out of the car, and Zhang Ailun took a crowbar from the car, pried open the window, and climbed inside.

The apartment wasn't large, nor was it a fancy-furnished place; it was a two-story building with two bedrooms, a kitchen, and a bathroom, located in an ordinary neighborhood. Security was nonexistent; the police officers on patrol at night seemed to be nonexistent, and the two men brazenly slipped into the apartment.

That's why thefts and freebies happen so often. A black guy with some lock-picking skills can scout out a place, make sure no one's home, and steal things like it's nothing.

Zhang Ailun, holding a tactical flashlight, searched upstairs and downstairs and found the piggy bank that Dr. Han had mentioned. He opened the stopper at the bottom and, sure enough, found scattered banknotes hidden inside.

"This kind of thing doesn't need to be taxed." Zhang Ailun gave Sieg a thousand dollars, kept a thousand for himself, and put the money away.

Since there were no transaction or consumption records, but just to be on the safe side, he decided to donate all the money he earned to charitable organizations and contribute to the cause of charity!

Is it easy for the head of a tax evasion organization to do so legally?

After putting the piggy bank back in its place, Zhang Ailun and Sieg didn't touch anything else in the apartment to avoid leaving clues or fingerprints. There wasn't anything valuable there, except for painkillers, condoms, and some Playboy magazines in the drawer.

He climbed out the window, went back to his car, and quietly left the community.

When they returned to the bridge-hole campsite, most of the group members were already asleep. After parking the car, Zhang Ailun and Xige went back to their respective lodgings.

As soon as I got into the RV, I found that there was an extra person in the vehicle; the empty bed had been occupied by a punk girl named Jesse.

Dominic was awakened by the sound of the door opening. Seeing that it was the Grand Master returning, he immediately breathed a sigh of relief and explained, "Jesse's tent isn't set up yet. It's too late today, so I let her stay in the RV for the night. I'll arrange a place for her to stay tomorrow, and then she'll move out."

"Does she have any skills?" Zhang Ailun nodded, not taking this small matter to heart, which showed that Dominic and she had a good relationship.

Does "buying for free count?"

"What do you think?" Zhang Ailun was speechless.

"Okay, I was just kidding. She's good at a lot of things. We used to collect cans together on the street a lot. Sometimes when I was broke, she would perform as a beggar to earn money to buy food. She's a reliable person. Can we let her join our team?" Dominic asked.

"Of course, I trust someone you trust." Zhang Ailun smiled. "At least she's a pretty interesting girl. She should get along well with David and Gates."

"Thank you, Alan. She's my best friend, and so are you," Dominic said gratefully.

It was getting late, and in order not to disturb other people's sleep, Zhang Ailun quickly washed up and lay in bed to clear his mind.

Fortunately, Jennifer was already asleep. Without Jennifer's disturbance, and having done a lot of physical work today, I felt tired and fell asleep quickly.

The next day.

When Zhang Ailun opened his eyes in the morning, he felt refreshed and invigorated. He was back! His energy and spirit were completely back!!

I took out my phone and checked the daily news.

[Daily News: The wanted criminal, Black McDonald, and his drug cartel, arrested yesterday, went to trial today. Your good friend Dave is their defense attorney. They are charged with intentional homicide, illegal drug trafficking, rape, and assaulting a police officer. If convicted, they are expected to face up to 190 years in prison. Officer Miguel has notified the San Francisco Police Department and the Chinese community, and the $12000 reward is expected to be deposited into your good friend Sig's account at 9:00 AM. He can then use this reward to help you obtain a tax deduction through a charitable donation.]

Great! Those who know me provide daily updates.

Zhang Ailun pondered for a moment and realized that there was no need for him to manually donate the money he earned in the future. He could have the Beggar Clan disciples or Sig donate anonymously to charity, and he, as an employee of the charity, could then allocate the money reasonably. Buying expensive items would simply be done under the name of the Beggar Clan disciples as a form of welfare. Wasn't this just a perfect example of transferring money from one hand to the other, producing and selling his own goods?

On the surface, the money was an anonymous donation from a kind-hearted person, and the staff of the charity organization made reasonable arrangements for shopping and distributing supplies, so the homeless people received help.

In reality, the money is mine, the people are mine, and the things I buy are still mine.

Oh my god, it's all my stuff!

No matter how you check the accounts, they're correct!

[Daily News: Your partner, Cooper, the director of the Green Letter Shelter, has applied for and opened an internal employee savings card for you at the charity. It has been given to your good friend Reina and is awaiting collection. You may need to contribute something, or have someone else collect it.]

Zhang Ailun subconsciously rubbed his kidneys.

[Daily News: A warehouse manager in Los Angeles is selling off stored goods at a low price on the Los Angeles Opportunities Network. At 2:22 PM, twenty self-selected container blind boxes will be available, including a blue container with serial number C-510 stored in a private medium-sized warehouse in B1 of the South Port of Los Angeles. Details: Inside is an unclaimed Chrysler Wrangler SUV. A $100 deposit and a final payment of $900 for cleaning and sanitation are required to take it.]

Zhang Ailun immediately became interested and downloaded the Opportunity Network App. He found that it was a fairly legitimate and conventional trading platform, mostly selling common daily necessities or buying and selling markets.

There's also the Federal Procurement Opportunities Network, used by the Department of Defense specifically for bidding on arms. Large and small arms dealers and armed nations trade there. It deals with everything from small items like gun oil, bullets, body armor, gas masks, goggles, cleaning oil, helmets, and even a bundle of shoelaces. It also deals with large items like tanks, airplanes, satellites, missiles, and rockets.

However, it's not something that ordinary people can make money from.

Sig seems to have connections in this area. Gun shops in Armed Nation can bid and purchase through them, and he also has the relevant qualifications, but currently he doesn't have enough funds to start the project.

Opening an ordinary gun shop would cost at least several hundred thousand US dollars, and if it's a gun shop involving high-level privileges, you can forget about it without several million US dollars.

Moreover, this is similar to buying cigarettes and alcohol. Distributors also have a tiered point system. Sig's military rank was captain. After his normal discharge, his initial points and reputation in this line of work were higher than the average person. He could bid to purchase goods such as heavy weapons, sniper rifles, and even military supplies that were suspected of being more dangerous.

But that's on the premise of a normal discharge and having connections in the military. Sieg clearly wasn't someone who discharged normally.

Zhang Ailun was determined to secure the blind box shipment. Seeing that there was still plenty of time before the shipment was put on the shelves, he set an alarm a few minutes early to remind himself.

[Daily News: Your good friend Olivia will introduce you to a five-star (highly suggestive) perk job around 10 PM.]

What is that?

Is this going to be another threesome?

Zhang Ailun was momentarily stunned and questioned his life choices. Should he answer or not?

(End of this chapter)