America: Starting with Daily Intelligence

Chapter 158 Knowing you were wrong? You know you're going to die!

"WTF! Who are you? This is my home! I can wear whatever I want here! What do you want? I haven't done anything to you!"

The wasp owner trembled with fear. "Do you want money or something else?"

Zhang Ailun also climbed through the window and went inside, taking a look at the indoor facilities. The bags and suitcases in the lobby on the first floor had all been packed.

Damn it! You little brat, you didn't plan to get a loan from the mafia, did you? You're just thinking of running away to some pig farm in Southeast Asia to live a carefree life raising pigs?

I opened the package and found stacks of cash inside. Those bright green US dollars are so tempting!

Zhang Ailun went upstairs, cocked the gun twice, walked over with a forced smile, pointed the gun at him, and said, "Yo, remember me? You little bastard!"

"..." The wasp boss was instantly dumbfounded.

"Is it you?"

How is this possible? Could the plan have been leaked?

The wasp owner, bewildered, continued to feign ignorance, "Guys, what are you doing? Trespassing is illegal! Wasn't our business settled yesterday? Don't push your luck!"

"Trespassing? Who said we trespassed? We're employees of a charity organization. We came to catch up with you because of your kind donation yesterday. We're here to present you with a banner!"

Zhang Ailun vehemently denied it, then asked Sieg, "Where's our banner?"

"Sorry, boss, I came in a rush. I think I forgot to bring it," Sig said, shrugging.

"Be more careful next time," Zhang Ailun said in a mock scolding tone.

He then pulled out several thick wads of US dollar cash he'd found in a briefcase in the lobby. The man had mortgaged $95000 to a recycling center, but now only had $49000 left. Who knows what he spent it all on?!

With a forced smile, he said, "Buddy, I'd like to ask you, what are you doing keeping so much money at home? Didn't you say yesterday that you had no money left?"

Looking at the money in his hand, the wasp boss felt a chill in his heart. This was money he had borrowed from underground channels by selling everything he owned.

Because he didn't plan to pay it back, he didn't feel bad about spending the money. Yesterday, he even booked several high-class prostitutes.

I even got some high-end stuff from some black guy on the street and got really high! My back ached and my legs were sore from all the smoking, and I only managed to get rid of him this morning.

He said timidly, "Let me explain..."

I won't listen.

Zhang Ailun said.

"Trespassing is illegal, but absconding with money and hiring someone to kill someone aren't illegal?" Zhang Ailun viciously threw banknotes in his face, cursing, "You really think your plan is foolproof?"

If money were to be thrown right at someone's head, the wasp owner would normally be happy to pick it up, but now he wouldn't dare do so, nor would he be happy, especially since it was his own money.

"Now it's ours." The Beggars' Sect disciple picked up the money from the ground, beaming with joy. "Great! US dollars have sprouted on the ground!"

"..."

Are you even human?!

The wasp boss, seeing his scheme exposed, was filled with despair. He never imagined these people possessed such power, able to know their plans in advance—they had connections everywhere!

Damn it, there's definitely a mole in here!

Overwhelmed with grief and indignation, he could only kneel on the ground in humiliation, kowtowing and raising his hands in a pleading voice, "I was wrong! Please spare my life! I will never dare to do it again!"

"Now you know you were wrong! You wet the bed and you don't want to sleep anymore."

Zhang Ailun went up and slapped him twice, leaving him bruised and swollen, and making him dizzy. He scolded, "You don't just know you're wrong, you know you're going to die! Think carefully about how you're going to spend the rest of your life in prison!"

"You can't do this! If you send me to jail, I will definitely accuse you of violent crimes and extortion!" the wasp boss immediately retorted angrily.

"What evidence do you have to prove that I extorted you? The charitable donation wasn't something I forced you to do; it's all in black and white, and you even signed it when I visited—it's legally binding! If you don't want to go to jail, then you want to die, right?"

Zhang Ailun's smile became incredibly kind.

He said to the people beside him, "Sig, since this client disagrees with our suggestion, let's just agree to his request and take him to the suburbs to dispose of him. Also, notify those underground loan companies that lent him money, saying that this guy has no intention of repaying his debts, has booked a plane ticket to run away, and has already spent all his money. Let's see what they do to our client—cut off his limbs? Or tear him apart?"

Upon hearing this, the Hornet boss was instantly terrified. Those loan shark gangs were not to be trifled with!

If he's dragged to the suburbs, he'll definitely die a horrible death! Getting his back door blown up is the least of his worries; being locked in a dog cage and forced to fight dogs will also be a truly miserable fate!

"I originally wanted to communicate with you using legal and civilized means, but all I got in return was estrangement. Since you don't agree, then forget it. Just be more careful in your next life!" Zhang Ailun waved his hand.

Several men immediately grabbed him, and the wasp boss, terrified, cried out, "I was wrong! Don't kill me! I'm willing to turn myself in and go to jail!"

"What did you do wrong?"

Sig took out his phone to take photos and videos.

"I attempted to hire someone to commit murder, but it failed."

"How much did you pay to hire someone to commit murder? Did you keep a receipt? Where are those criminals?"

The Hornet boss gave in, looking utterly dejected, and confessed, "I posted the job on the 58 Black Market app in Los Angeles and paid them $9000. They promised to handle it cleanly. By the time they make a move on you, I'll already be on a plane leaving the West Coast. My flight is at 4 PM. They should be resting at a motel right now."

They sold everyone out at once.

"My life is only worth $9000? Wasn't anyone else involved?" Zhang Ailun said, dissatisfied. "Are you even a professional? Do you have any judgment?"

I'm so hard to kill, and you want my life for just $9000?

You're such a miser. No wonder everyone says you're stingy.

"They said they were professionals and would never make a mistake or drag me down. They said a regular person could do this for only $4000."

The Hornet boss, his face contorted with misery, said, "Ten thousand dollars, that's a lot. Only they and I knew about this plan; nobody else knew. Damn it, I shouldn't have trusted those two black guys! They must have let it slip! How did you find out about me?"

"It's exactly what you think."

Zhang Ailun didn't answer his question, but continued, "You just mentioned the word 'nigger'? Great! Now you have another charge of racial discrimination! We'll hand you over to the police!"

He gave Sieg a wink, and the two went out the door. He said, "Leave two of you here to watch him. We'll go to the motel and catch those two black men. Then notify those loan shark gangs."

"What about the money? Why notify the loan sharks? Aren't you going to call the police?" Sig asked in surprise. Were you just trying to fool them?

"Didn't he spend all that money? He doesn't plan to pay off that debt anyway. Take the money to an ATM on the street, deposit it into your card, and donate with one click. Just print out a charity donation form for him later."

Zhang Ailun casually replied, "Why call the police? We can handle this kind of thing privately. The fewer people who know, the better. Otherwise, we'll just have to send Officer Miguel another box of cookies."

Sig looked at him with a strange expression. "You're a really nice guy."

"You just said you were going to send him to prison."

Zhang Ailun patted him on the shoulder, "You have to be flexible. Charitable donations involve too many people. It's better to let it remain buried. Only the dead don't say much, otherwise I'll be in a lot of trouble."

What if the other party makes a scene inside, messes things up, and ruins this good deal? What if the shelter, Cooper, and those bosses blame them?

Should we pass or not?

"OK!" Sieg immediately turned around and went upstairs, instructing everyone to make all the arrangements.

Bailey and another person stayed behind to keep an eye on the other side, while the rest of them got into the car with Zhang Ailun.

Zhang Ailun started the Wrangler and drove to the motel. When he passed an intersection in a block, he saw an ATM on the side of the road, so he temporarily stopped the car and let Sieg go over to deposit money.

By sheer coincidence, they spotted a group of black men lying in wait by the roadside. After seeing Sieg take out cash, they looked around to make sure no one was watching, then put their hands in their pockets and jogged across the street, ready to sneak over and snag the freebies!

Damn! This black guy has absolutely no manners. He's just trying to deposit money and you have to interfere?

"Hey! Negroes! What are you doing?" Zhang Ailun rolled down the car window, pointed his gun at them, and yelled, "Get out of here! Okay? I don't want to kill you here!"

"Oh shit! They have guns!"

"Dude, you're so cool! We're leaving right now!" The group of black men were stunned. They quickly raised their hands to indicate that they were no threat, turned around, and fled in panic.

"Should we teach them a lesson?" Richie watched the black man run away and recalled his days begging on the streets, when he was bullied by these guys quite a bit.

"It's better to avoid trouble. We have more important things to do now." Zhang Ailun didn't want to cause any more trouble. Those old thugs had dark circles under their eyes and didn't look very old. They wouldn't live much longer and would be nothing more than peanuts sooner or later.

"OK".

Sig deposited the money, got back into the car, and was still a little annoyed by what had just happened. "Why are there so many Black people on this street?"

"This is District Thirteen. In Newton District, even Batman would get skinned alive. The Bloods and the Cripples are both on this district's turf," Zhang Ailun said. "We'd better not cause trouble here."

I took out my phone and glanced at the payment notification.

+49000 USD.

The remaining deposit is US$1,426,000.

A horse won't get fat without night grazing, and a person won't get rich without unexpected wealth!

They continued driving away from the street and headed to a motel, parking the car on the side of the road. According to the software alert sent by Blitz, it was within 50 meters.

Zhang Ailun and his group got out of the car and entered the small, simply decorated motel. The receptionist was a black woman.

The beggars' gang members didn't waste any words with her, and directly showed her the photos. "Hello, sweetheart, do you recognize these two people? Do you remember them?"

Seeing the men's hostile demeanor, the woman was also somewhat surprised and suspicious. "What do you do? I have no right to disclose any information about my clients."

Before she could finish speaking, one of the beggars' gang members pulled out $50 and placed it in her palm, looking at her admiringly. "Look at you, darling, you've maintained your figure so well. I like your type! You can ask for whatever price you want, I'd be happy to pay you! Now, can you help me look them up?"

"This money is only enough for me to give you the information. If you want to seduce me, you'll need to pay me extra. I think my boss wouldn't mind if I had some extra income during working hours!" the black woman said slyly, clearly happy to return to her old ways.

She tossed her hair back, revealing two heavy breasts that looked like water-filled balloons; her figure was indeed very hot. Her buttocks were also large.

The Beggars' Sect disciples looked at Zhang Ailun expectantly.

"..."

The Grand Master had no opinion on this, simply waving his hand, "You'd better hurry up and resolve this. We're here to do serious business, okay?"

"Darling, when did they move in? Was it yesterday?" The Beggar Clan disciple was willing to use his body to get information out of them, and it proved to be effective. As long as you are willing to pay and are generous, many people are willing to cooperate with you.

"That's right, I vaguely remember those two Black men. They rented room 312! They even ordered fried chicken from the fast food service. Those two portions of fried chicken were just taken this morning," the Black woman said, detailing everything.

"Thank you. Darling, I think we should continue our conversation somewhere else." The beggar gang disciple, arm in arm with the dark-skinned woman, left the front desk and immediately started touching her. *Smack!* He slapped her on the buttocks.

Sig looked at the two people who entered the small room, questioning his own existence. Wait, you're starting already?

"Look at others, then look at yourself! Strike while the iron is hot!" Zhang Ailun joked. "Don't worry about the quality; as long as you can eat it, who cares if it's bland or salty? It all tastes like seafood anyway. If you're rich, you can keep a celebrity as a mistress; if you're not, what are you being picky about?"

"I loathe this kind of monetary transaction!" Sig said with undisguised envy. His eyes blazed with fury, and he was practically grinding his teeth to powder.

Filled with anger, Sieg grabbed the keys and strode upstairs.

Zhang Ailun and the others locked the door, put up a "Closed for Business" sign, and went upstairs.

"This is the room." Upon arriving at the door of room 312 on the third floor, Sieg took out his key, carefully inserted it, and turned the lock.

With a click, the door opened, and the group of people immediately rushed inside.

In a small standard room, the TV was still on, and two naked black men were sleeping on the bed. On the bedside table, two unnumbered guns were blatantly displayed.

Suddenly hearing the door open, Old Hei groggily rolled out of bed, only to be kicked in the chest!

Oh shit!! That kick almost shattered the old black guy to pieces!

He flew from the head of the bed to the foot, rolled around twice, clutching his chest and making a gurgling sound. As soon as he looked up, he saw several burly men surrounding him, pointing guns at his head.

Cold sweat poured down his back, and Old Hei's eyes instantly cleared, his mind returning to normal. What was going on? A police officer?

The other black man was a beat slower to react. After sitting up, he saw several white men barging in, with an Asian man leading the way.

I watched helplessly as he kicked his colleague, sending him flying three meters away.

Then he pounced on him and slammed his head against the bedside table twice. His vision went black, his head spun, and then a pistol was shoved directly into his mouth.

Zhang Ailun grabbed Lao Hei by the dreadlocks, slammed him against the bedside table, and then pressed his knee against Lao Hei's neck, shoving a gun into his mouth.

Old Hei's face flushed red at a visible speed, turning a dark soy sauce color, and he made a gurgling sound in his throat. His face was filled with terror.

Zhang Ailun slapped him across the face, followed by several more loud slaps, making the man see stars and leaving half his face swollen and red. He cursed, "So you're the one who took the assassination mission against me? Hey, speak up!!"

Old Hei felt extremely wronged. With his neck being choked, saliva was dripping from his mouth, and he could only stammer and couldn't utter a word.

I can't breathe!! Sir! Help!

(End of this chapter)