America: Starting with Daily Intelligence

Chapter 141 Oil Vendor

If the leader wishes, he can rent a fully furnished apartment in an upscale community at any time, or simply move into the apartment of the Dongwu sisters and renew his lease, living a carefree and happy life.

Jon Snow had been living in rented accommodation for years, addicted to drugs and drugs, and ended up with not a single penny left.

The Grand Master has never even rented a house, and he's equally extravagant, yet his net worth is already several times that of him. It would be even better if he could snag a luxury mansion for free someday.

Zhang Ailun was quite satisfied with the price. He and Old Karl agreed on a price of $45000, with a two-week deadline for the transaction. During this period, Old Karl could continue to list the item online. If someone offered a higher price, or if they failed to come up with the money as agreed, the verbal agreement would be void.

After a detailed inspection of the rental qualifications, environmental qualifications, and various other procedures, Zhang Ailun searched online for the licensing process and found it to be very difficult. The recycling market in Los Angeles was already saturated, and it would be hard to get licenses without connections, so he decided to temporarily abandon his plan to start his own recycling station.

After saying goodbye to old Carl, he left the junkyard with Dominic.

"$45000? Where are we going to get so much money?" Dominic was a little puzzled.

"I've saved enough."

Zhang Ailun calmly replied, "You probably don't know how wealthy the Grand Master is now!"

"But Mary and I had already agreed in advance that we would need a lot of money to bid for Sanjis Bar in court. Obviously, plans can't keep up with changes. If we miss this opportunity, we may have to spend even more money to own a recycling center or a bar."

Zhang Ailun showed Dominic the price list he had found online.

After taking a look, I found that even scrap metal recycling stations located far from the city center, in suburban locations, could fetch as much as $39000 when resold. The facilities in those small, dilapidated buildings were not as complete as old Carl's recycling station; they were at best just large sheds or workshops.

Most people wouldn't drive that far to sell cans if they had nothing better to do. The location offers no advantage whatsoever, resources in the wilderness are scarce, and the risks are high! There are high-level monsters everywhere, making the competition even fiercer than in the city.

The only advantage might be the freedom to fire guns, but no one dares to recklessly cause trouble. It's easy to engage in illegal side businesses like smuggling and drug trafficking. On the surface, it's a truckload of canisters and scrap metal, but only the drivers know what's actually inside.

Old Carl's recycling station was located in their District 5 territory, surrounded by many communities, making it a convenient base for processing cans.

Besides the street profits, there are also ways to make money from recycling other scrap metal and old appliances. Old Karl has accumulated a lot of loyal customers over the years who always ask him to come and collect their goods. If he's lucky, he can collect quite a few good items, which is also an extra source of income.

Dominic saw that Zhang Ailun had already planned ahead and was meticulous in this matter, so he was no longer worried.

"Let's do it your way, Allen. At least our team is definitely doing better and better together."

"Of course!"

The Grand Master always keeps his word.

After chatting for a few more minutes, Dominic rode his bicycle away from Aitou Street and returned to his street corner to start his day's work.

Zhang Ailun, on the other hand, plans to inherit El Martin's estate.

He was quite interested in the sex tape and notebook of incriminating evidence mentioned in the intelligence report.

Although this old black man is dead, his death was spectacular and worthwhile! It's normal for a gang leader to have his own assets and savings, so that if something unexpected happens and he ends up on the streets, he'll have money to use when he's on the run.

However, he probably never expected that as the leader of a gang, he would be shot and killed on his own turf by his rivals!

He was shot 96 times and his weight suddenly increased by several kilograms.

That's how it is when you're on the streets; what goes around comes around.

Fortunately, the leader is kind and friendly, and never provokes trouble. If someone is an enemy, he will raid their home, send them to prison for two hundred years, leaving them no chance of recovery. If someone is a friend, he will cooperate with them to make money.

Zhang Ailun planned to first drive to an abandoned gas station in the suburbs to find the inheritance, and then visit the old house in the countryside of the county town to retrieve the incriminating notebook and USB drive. Just then, Reina sent him a message, and he took out his phone to glance at it.

Reina: Your package has arrived. What's inside?

The documents arrived so quickly?

Zhang Ailun: It's the CCW certificate I applied for. I'm going to pick it up now. I'll need it for all my business in the future.

Reina: You even managed to get a gun license? Not bad, no wonder you're the man I've set my sights on! This will make things much easier for you as a security guard at the shelter.

Zhang Ailun: Don't expect me to be able to handle too many troubles for you guys. I got this certificate by having Sieg take the test for me. In terms of shooting and security, I'm a complete novice.

Reina: Honey, you don't need to be so modest. I think you're pretty good at controlling recoil with one hand! You always hit the bullseye precisely!

Zhang Ailun: You'd better be talking about a target.

Rena: What else? Didn't you get my shooting feedback? :) Also, what was the point of bringing Sig here yesterday? Was it intentional or accidental? If you bring Sig here again this time, you might as well not come at all!

Zhang Ailun: ...

I was such an innocent and naive person, but you guys have completely corrupted me since I came to the West Coast!

What are you doing here? Is this the road to freedom and peace? I want to get off!

After calming Reina down, Zhang Ailun promised her that he wouldn't bring anyone with him when he needed to do things in the future. He then walked to the shelter to pick up his documents and also notified Sieg to come pick him up so they could go hunting in the suburbs together.

Sig: What are you going to do in the suburbs and rural towns?

Zhang Ailun: Picking up money.

Sig: You're not kidding?

Zhang Ailun: I've always been lucky, haven't I? You just need to know that you'll make money if you follow me.

Sig: But luck always runs out eventually.

Zhang Ailun: That money was left by a Black friend I've never met. I knew a Black gang leader before, but he was killed on his own turf last night. He happened to know where some of his inheritance was kept. It's $4500! Do you think I should go and get it?

Sig: ...?

A Black friend? Killed? Inheritance?

Didn't Old Hei leave you some rural mistress waiting for you to take her in?

Sig: What money? Isn't this the money we hid there? We found it? That's great! Boss, wait a minute! I'll drive over to pick you up right now and get our money back!

Zhang Ailun nodded with satisfaction, "This young man is teachable."

After putting away his phone, Zhang Ailun walked across several blocks to the shelter.

He walked in with practiced ease, intending to take the emails while Reina and the other employees were getting ready for work. However, Reina noticed his suspicious behavior and stopped him.

With a forced smile, he said, "Allen, you're leaving without saying goodbye? Dominic told me yesterday that you went out on a date again? You'd better give me a reasonable explanation. No wonder you've been ignoring me; you've found someone new!"

Reina smelled perfume on Zhang Ailun again and began to scrutinize him carefully. "Two, no, at least five kinds of perfume mixed together! You better not come back with any diseases from outside."

Zhang Ailun's scalp tingled. You could even smell that?

"You're so busy here right now, can we talk about it tonight?" Zhang Ailun suggested. "Actually, I went to make money last night."

"You went out for a date?"

Reina was a little surprised, but then she was used to it and nodded in agreement. "With your great figure and outstanding abilities, there are indeed many people willing to spend money on you. It's a relatively good job! Why didn't you tell me you needed money? I could have lent you some."

I estimate I'd have to pay you 10 billion to borrow money!

"I haven't stooped so low as to sell my body for money. I was just attending the party to help my friend out," Zhang Ailun said.

"Oh, say whatever you want, but you better not forget my share!" Reina grabbed Zhang Ailun's collar. "Let's see if you're still so tough! Hey! Ap, do me a favor, I have something to take care of."

"Okay." Her male colleague readily took over her work.

It wasn't you...

Zhang Ailun reluctantly followed Reina upstairs. He tried to persuade her, "I have things to do. You know me, with my abilities, it'll take at least an hour! Can you bear to see your colleague take over your shift? To help you cope with the pressure? Cooper didn't come to work? That's not a good look!"

"I think you'll only last twenty minutes at most today!"

As it turns out, Reina's judgment was correct.

The leader underperformed, falling far short of his usual average performance.

Under Reina's disdainful scrutiny, the leader pulled up his pants and still stubbornly insisted, "It's a problem with the environment, the lighting. There are too many people outside. I really didn't have any complaints."

"Last time on the balcony, with so many people outside, you made me feel so good I felt like I was in heaven."

Reina rolled her eyes. So what if you're weak? At least you're not at the point of needing drugs. You're better than most people by not taking those little blue pills.

She was quite satisfied, having determined the lower limit of the Grand Master's weakened state.

He patiently straightened Zhang Ailun's clothes, saying, "Take care of yourself. I'll give you a few days off this time, but next time you'd better give me a satisfactory answer!"

Zhang Ailun was also relieved that he hadn't been completely drained, and secretly resolved that next time he came to do a solo dungeon, he would definitely wash away the shame!

You just wait, a gentleman takes revenge even after ten years.

He clutched his back as he walked downstairs and left the shelter. The staff on the street looked at him with surprise.

Zhang Ailun remained unfazed. "What are you looking at? You have no idea what I went through yesterday! Most people wouldn't be able to walk today."

As soon as they stepped out of the shelter, the leader's Jeep Wrangler was already parked by the roadside. Sig had been waiting for a while, idly scrolling through his phone watching short videos.

Looking up and seeing Zhang Ailun looking listless, he was somewhat surprised. "What's wrong? Boss? Didn't you sleep well last night? Can you really go to work looking like this?"

"I'll take a break and get some mana back," Zhang Ailun waved his hand.

He's just temporarily hit with a negative buff; he'll be back to his usual energetic self after a short rest.

Don't underestimate a professional boxer's stamina!

Tyson didn't sleep a wink all night, playing from evening until morning, his legs were sore, and he still fought Douglas for 10 rounds before being knocked out! This is nothing compared to what he went through.

But with enough effort, even an iron rod can be ground into a needle. The Grand Master knew that even the strongest iron rod couldn't withstand such pressure, so he had to exercise restraint!

Sieg didn't ask any further questions, but gave him a meaningful look and said, "Sometimes I wonder if you have four kidneys."

"Just drive! What do you know about matters between men and women!" Zhang Ailun retorted irritably. "If only I had four kidneys, I wouldn't be the one clutching my back then!"

Sieg didn't say anything more. He hadn't even achieved his small goal of going on a date with a girl yet, which puzzled him. Did people really have no way to communicate with each other if they didn't spend money?

Just because he doesn't have nine-inch abs and eight-pack abs?

Once in the car, Zhang Ailun sent the location coordinates to Sig, "Go there, call me when you get there."

Fasten your seatbelt, put on your sunglasses, close your eyes and relax to get back into the swing of things.

Sieg drove steadily to the abandoned gas station in the suburbs. To be considerate of Zhang Ailun's condition, he did not overtake or speed throughout the journey, maintaining a steady pace, and it took him half an hour to reach the coordinates.

This was the first time he had driven this far from the city. The destination was farther than any of the suburban places he had visited before; if he were to go to the countryside, at his current speed, it would take at least another half hour to drive there.

"Boss, wake up, the navigation says we're here." Sig parked his car on the side of the road at the abandoned gas station and saw a group of young white men gathered together, smoking, drinking, and playing cards. Several motorcycles were parked on the side of the road.

The other party also noticed the Wrangler parked there. They exchanged a glance, stopped what they were doing, and cast unfriendly glances at the vehicle.

Sensing something amiss with the newcomers, Sieg took out a gun, loaded it, and asked with some doubt, "Why are there still people here? Are they oil dealers guarding this place? Or robbers? Did they steal the money?"

Zhang Ailun was still a little dazed after being woken up. He rubbed his eyes, yawned, and this time he was really asleep, but he had regained a lot of energy.

"Whether they're oil dealers or robbers, they're all after money; they won't kill easily."

Zhang Ailun took out a mint-flavored gum and chewed two pieces to refresh himself. Those white guys had their hair dyed in various colors, and they looked like delinquent teenagers.

Taking the gun Sieg handed him, he rested his hand on the window and said casually, "Yo, what's up, guys? Something good happening here?"

The blond-haired leader stood up and led his men over. The group was carrying fruit knives, baseball bats, and one of them even brandished a Chinese dagger.

He greeted them, "Hey friend, this gas station is long abandoned. If you want to fill up, you'll have to drive another 15 kilometers. Or you can just buy from us at a more reasonable price!"

They crowded around the Wrangler, examining it closely, and exclaimed in admiration, "Great car!"

"Of course it's great, it's a Jeep, a Wrangler. You guys have excellent taste."

Zhang Ailun revealed a benevolent smile, secretly having already disengaged the safety on his gun.

Sieg glanced at the highway and saw no vehicles approaching. These people seemed to be repeat offenders, and as they surrounded them, they sent someone to keep watch.

"There's still half a tank left, you'd better fill it up. Otherwise you won't make it to the next service station. Where are you going?" The blond guy poked his head in, glanced at the dashboard, and offered a friendly suggestion.

"We're going to a small town in the countryside. Are you sure you have oil to sell to us? That would be great! We desperately need it. Buddy, why don't you just name your price?" Zhang Ailun said with a smile.

"$200, and we can fill up your tank!" the blond-haired man replied without hesitation.

He then pressed his advantage, saying, "Hey buddy, your car is really nice, it must be expensive. Can I get out and take a ride?"

"I'm sorry, I can't agree," Zhang Ailun said.

"I'm not discussing this with you!" The blond-haired man pulled out his old-fashioned light gun. "Listen, you'd better cooperate with us. It's better for everyone, or you'll end up with a few more holes in your body!"

Zhang Ailun laughed. "Why don't you turn on the safety before threatening someone?"

Without saying a word, he pulled out a submachine gun and shoved it into his forehead.

"Dude, yours isn't loaded! Mine's all ready!"

The blond guy was momentarily dumbfounded.

The moment Zhang Ailun moved the gun away, he pulled the trigger.

Rat-a-tat-tat!!

(End of this chapter)