America: Starting with Daily Intelligence

Chapter 155 Home Delivery

But then, in an instant, his expression changed drastically. Zhang Ailun coldly said, "You better not go and complain to me, or I'll definitely beat you to death! Let me tell you, I have people everywhere in the Los Angeles police department and on the streets! What do you think you can do against me?"

"..." The Hornet boss clenched his fists, suppressing his humiliation. He wouldn't appeal!

Zhang Ailun still had a conscience; he was a man of his word. If he said he would give them first-aid kits, then he would give them first-aid kits. He casually grabbed two tourniquets from the car and tossed them to a few people.

The guns were originally purchased by Sieg from his friend, but he never got a chance to use them himself, and they ended up being sold to these people at a bargain price.

"The car's about to explode. Get away, or you'll blow yourself up." Zhang Ailun smelled the engine oil, looked at the raging fire of the pickup truck, turned around, got into the SUV, started the vehicle, and sped away from the suburbs.

Only a few unlucky old men from the Wasp Recycling Station were left, on the verge of tears, cursing and swearing: "Criminal! So blatant!! How can they extort and bully people like this?"

They can only blame themselves for messing with the wrong person. They've bullied others plenty of times before, but this time they've met their match.

With a loud bang, the pickup truck exploded again.

The wheels were sent flying an unknown distance. He tried to steal a chicken but lost the bait instead; he lost both his wife and his army.

Zhang Ailun drove back to the city in high spirits and headed to the Hornet Recycling Station. When he arrived, he saw a locked iron gate with a garbage truck parked outside.

A white man in gray overalls and suspenders was smoking. Seeing Zhang Ailun park his car on the side of the road, and finding the car somewhat familiar, he immediately walked over and stopped him, saying, "Hey! What do you do?"

Zhang Ailun walked over and, without saying a word, delivered a powerful slap, stunning the man.

"What are you doing? Was it you chasing me in that garbage truck just now?"

Zhang Ailun glared at him, walked over, opened the car door, rummaged through the car, found the car keys, and tried to start the vehicle.

"Hey! What are you doing?! Are you trying to steal our car?" The man, covering his swollen face, panicked when he saw Zhang Ailun start the car.

Zhang Ailun pulled out the key, took out the charity donation form, and shoved it in his face. "Your boss donated this car and all its assets. Now this car belongs to our Green Letter Shelter. Do you have any more questions? If you have any questions, go talk to your boss! Don't delay me from doing my business! Otherwise, I have the right to accuse you of offending, insulting, and assaulting staff members of a charity organization."

"This is impossible!!" The man was immediately dumbfounded. He took a closer look at the black and white document and said angrily, "You must have forced him to sign this! Our boss is usually incredibly stingy, even when it comes to drinking and whoring, he's practically a second Scrooge! How could he possibly have donated it all!"

"He didn't donate your recycling center too, you should be grateful," Zhang Ailun snapped. "Get out of my way! Don't get in my way!"

He grabbed the car keys, opened the door to the recycling center, barged into the room, found the safe, entered the password, and took the $13,600.

They also took the cans they had stockpiled and left the garbage bags on the garbage truck.

The man completely lost his temper. "Fxxk you! If you touch our jars again! I'll get rough with you! I'll fight you!"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Ailun dropped the trash bag and pulled out a pistol, pressing it against the man's forehead.

He slapped him hard across the face again, cursing, "Come on! I want to see how you'll treat me rudely! And how you'll fight me to the death! Do you think you're so tough?"

The icy touch sent a chill down his spine, and the man instantly became obedient.

Her eyes were clearer than ever before, and she regained her senses. She raised her hands high, "I didn't see anything. Everything here is yours, sir. You can take whatever you want..."

"Do you even need to tell me? How shameless! You won't listen to reason with me, you have to make me present the truth!" Zhang Ailun cursed and kicked him again. "Go! Load all the cans onto the truck."

The man immediately clutched his thigh and let out a scream of pain. He pulled up his pants and looked at it; it was instantly red and swollen. It felt like he had been hit on the leg with a hammer.

"Okay! I'll help you deliver the goods, just don't hit me."

Limping and looking aggrieved, he began to do the hard labor.

Zhang Ailun took out his phone and notified Sieg, asking him to come over and pick up the vehicle.

Sig: What good thing have you done now?

Zhang Ailun: A kind person donated all his assets and even a garbage truck to us.

Sig: Are you sure? Guess if I believe you. You really didn't stick a gun to his head and threaten him? What kind of good person is so generous? Has he lost his mind?

Zhang Ailun: What do you mean? Am I that kind of person? I have to say something to you! You have a dark side, you can't stand seeing good people, that's your own problem! There are still more good people in the world! You can't maliciously speculate and hurt others just because you've seen too much darkness! When I get back, I'll definitely have Reina make him a banner!

Sig: Okay, it's my fault. I'll go take over that garbage truck right now...

Zhang Ailun: How's Jesse's situation?

Sieg: Bailey and the others are following us. Don't worry, we'll be fine on our turf.

Zhang Ailun: Okay, then come over quickly.

He sent another message to Reina, asking her to make a banner and mail it to the people at the Wasp Recycling Station.

Rena: He's such a good person. But are you sure you didn't coerce him? Why would he donate?

Zhang Ailun: Because he is a good person.

Reina: ...

Listening to the Lord's words is like listening to the words.

After chatting for a couple more minutes, Zhang Ailun put away his phone and waited by the roadside for a while.

Soon after, Sieg arrived by car with his men.

"Is this the garbage truck?"

The two got out of the car, glanced at the garbage truck, and looked at the man who was doing the moving work.

"That's right, that's it. Once you've cleaned out all the cans inside, drive it to the recycling center and give it to Dominic. He'll know what to do," Zhang Ailun instructed.

"Okay." Seeing the man's clumsy movements, Sieg simply stepped in to help him carry the goods. Although the man felt aggrieved, he still had to say thank you.

Zhang Ailun drove to District 11 and tallied up his earnings in the car. His total assets stood at $8209. He thanked the kind-hearted people for their charitable donations; there are indeed many good people in the world!

As afternoon approached, Zhang Ailun happened to be on the street where Jesse had arranged to meet his online friend. He spotted Bailey and Richie on the street, who were surprised to see the leader's Wrangler and quickly ran over to ask, "Boss, what brings you here?"

"Of course I'm a little worried about you guys. How's the situation here?" Zhang Ailun parked his car on the side of the road and glanced at the restaurant. Jesse and a white freckled young man were sitting in the same chair.

"Is this the guy?"

Bailey nodded, his temper flaring as he said, "Those two just sat down and ordered food. If you ask me, since this kid's a conman, we should just drag him into the alley and teach him a lesson. There's no need to waste time arguing with him."

"Look at you, so impatient. We have to follow the law and rely on evidence when we do things. Do you have any evidence to prove that kid is a fraudster? We only suspect him now, we can't prove he's a criminal. If you hit him, and he denies it and reports it to the police, won't you be the one who suffers in the end?" Zhang Ailun immediately criticized his irrational thinking.

"So what should we do?" Bailey asked.

"Wait until he slips up. Once we have something on him, we can easily deal with him." Zhang Ailun waited patiently, took out a $10 bill, and asked Bailey to go to the convenience store next door to buy a donut and a Coke. The three of them ate and waited on the roadside.

Soon, the two people who were chatting and laughing in the restaurant started to act strangely.

No one knows what Jesse said to him, but the young white man went from astonishment to hesitation to terror, picked up his bag, slung it over his shoulder, and prepared to run away.

"I'm sorry, I don't think we're a good match."

"Hey! You're just going to leave like that?! What about our kids?!" Jesse chased after him, grabbing him aggressively. "You haven't paid the bill yet!"

"I just wanted to discuss music with you and invite you to join the club. What are you talking about? Marriage and having kids! Stop it! We just met today and we don't know each other at all!" The young man shouted, somewhat exasperated.

"So you're disgusted with me? You think I'm not good enough to you? Or is it because I didn't let you take advantage of me? Then we can go to the funeral home right now!" Jesse said unhappily.

"I don't want to go to the funeral home! You're not a normal person at all! I don't actually understand music at all, I was lying to you! Understand? I'm so annoyed with you right now! Are you even normal? I've put up with you for so long! I just wanted to scam some money out of you! You keep bringing up this 'child issue' thing? You have a child and you still come out to meet me?"

The young man was about to break down.

At first, he did have the idea of ​​taking advantage of her, after all, Jesse looked exactly like the one in the photo, or even better. But he didn't expect her to be so eccentric and always saying things that were hard to understand.

Jesse froze on the spot, but quickly attacked without saying a word, yelling, "Fxxk you! You're lying to me? You don't plan to take responsibility for the child?"

The young man, after being kicked, immediately clutched his stomach and knelt on the ground, his face flushed red. "F*** you! We've only just met! I didn't sleep with you! What does your child have to do with me?!"

"Scumbag!" Jesse angrily punched and kicked him.

Zhang Ailun was also taken aback by this sudden turn of events. He took a sip of his drink and asked, "When did she get pregnant?"

"Maybe it's that teddy bear? The one that kid bought and mailed to Jesse." Bailey scratched his head. "Has she always been this erratic?"

"Stop her! Don't kill him!" Zhang Ailun saw that the situation was getting out of control. The white young man was being brutally beaten by Jesse, his nose was bleeding profusely, and he was almost in shock. He quickly told Bailey and Richie to go and save him.

I was a little puzzled. I came to stand up for my own people, but who would have thought Jesse would be this strong? It seems Dominic was right. There's nothing to worry about with a girl like Jesse, who's been to prison, has an abnormal mental state, and has been on the streets for so long!

Zhang Ailun also got out of the car and went over to break up the fight, pulling the people apart. Jesse continued hitting and cursing, "Fxxk! He's a heartless person! He doesn't intend to take responsibility for our child!"

"Calm down, okay? Girl?" Zhang Ailun restrained her, picked her up and moved her to the side. He also let Bailey and Richie take the young man away, give him a good beating, and then pack him up and send him to the police for processing.

He then reassured her, "That guy has already received his due punishment, so you don't need to worry. Where did you hide the child? If he doesn't want to raise it, Dominic can help you raise it."

"If he doesn't want the child, then I don't want it either," Jesse scoffed.

He looked at Zhang Ailun suspiciously, "What are you talking about? A teddy bear doesn't need to eat or drink, why would you keep it as a pet? You're actually treating a teddy bear like my child?"

"...Isn't this the child you're talking about?" Zhang Ailun's lips twitched.

Damn, he really can't keep up with this girl's thought process.

"Put me down, okay? Stop hugging me. Doesn't Jennifer's waist feel as good as mine?" Jesse said again.

Zhang Ailun was speechless and could only let go of the person. You say you're right, after all, who would argue with a lunatic?

"Is the matter resolved?"

After waiting for a while, Zhang Ailun turned around and saw Bailey and Richie, but not the white guy.

Bailey shrugged. "It's sorted out. We comforted him and were planning to bring him back to admit his mistake, but he insisted on turning himself in and went to find a patrolling officer on the street. He absolutely refused to come back to see Jesse."

"Men are all the same, none of them are good." Jesse snorted. "He chatted with me online for so long, I thought I'd found someone with similar interests, but it turns out he was just lying to me. I still prefer dead people, at least they won't lie to me."

"That's right, they can't even speak," Zhang Ailun sighed.

Jesse was a little annoyed, feeling that his good mood had been ruined. He waved his hand, turned around and left without looking back, continuing to work on the street.

Zhang Ailun also received a summons from Mary. Several black men from the street came to his door, asking to see him to discuss cooperation.

Zhang Ailun: I told them I wasn't interested in these things, and I told them to stay away from me.

Mary: I told them, but they insisted on seeing you. They're gang members, and they're armed.

Zhang Ailun: I'll handle it.

If we don't teach these old black guys a lesson, they really won't be afraid of the leader, right?

"I have something to do, come with me to the car and we'll go take a look." Zhang Ailun waved for Bailey and Richie to get in the car, started the engine, and headed to Sanji's Bar.

When they arrived and pushed open the door, they saw several old black men sitting in the hall, pointing and talking about Mary and Geese.

"Who wants to see me?" Zhang Ailun walked into the bar's lobby and pulled out a submachine gun. Bailey and Richie behind him were also armed with weapons.

Old Hei, who had been in high spirits, froze when he saw the bar owner pull out a gun as soon as he walked in. He realized he'd run into a tough nut to crack.

The black man leading the group stood up, forcing himself to remain calm. "Hey, bro. What do you mean by this? We're just here to discuss cooperation, not to oppose you!"

"We're very sincere! Look at this bag of cash, isn't it? As long as you cooperate with us, you can definitely make a lot of money! Profit sharing and everything else are negotiable!" The old black man next to him hurriedly opened the package, inside were rolls of dark green banknotes, as well as leaves and cocoa.

Holy crap! This is the first time I've ever seen myself delivering goods to someone's door.

Zhang Ailun looked at the bag full of leaves and cola, and was so angry he laughed. "If I don't report you, you'll all be locked up for life! Sieg is your son!"

"Is this your first time in the underworld? Don't you even know how many people have died in this bar? How many of you dare to come and talk to me about cooperation? And you even dare to harass and threaten my people? Do you think Juan Jin is a pushover?" Zhang Ailun said coldly.

"No! We absolutely didn't mean that! We are indeed a newly formed gang, but we're daring and ambitious, and we aspire to be millionaires! Hey, Franklin, say something!" The black man said to the short, stout black man beside him, who was usually silent. "You want to be Franklin, don't you? Show some spirit!"

"Franklin? If you're Franklin, then I'm the Lord of Perico!"

Zhang Ailun laughed and cursed, then waved for Richie to close the door and beat the dog. Pointing the gun at the black man, he shouted, "Mary, call 911! None of them are leaving here today!!"

The old black man went mad!

Dude, what do you think you're holding? You're even calling the police?!

(End of this chapter)