America: Starting with Daily Intelligence

Chapter 179 Little Rock

Old Black from the artillery squad had already dialed 911, and the state troopers were on their way. They arrived quickly with flashing lights, sirens blaring, and an ambulance. A group of people got out of the vehicle and immediately began bandaging and treating the injured.

Zhang Ailun also asked to be bandaged up and tried his best to prove to the beautiful nurse that he and his group were all injured.

The nurse had him take off his clothes and check him out in the car. She touched the leader's eight-pack abs and realized the injury was indeed serious!

The affected areas are congested and swollen!

Then they issued them a medical certificate.

A few people were left behind for a brief statement investigation. The escort vehicle was riddled with bullets and was unlikely to be able to continue driving normally. In order not to affect the mission, after contacting Palm Valley Bank and Armed Nation, the state police had them replace the vehicle with a state police car. The few people who were not seriously injured continued to escort the goods on the road.

Zhang Ailun sat in the back of the police car, his arm already bandaged up like a mummy.

He looked very unhappy, yet he still felt he hadn't gotten enough of a bargain.

"I suffered a very serious injury; my arm is broken, and I'm unlikely to be able to lift heavy objects for the rest of my life. According to the security contract we signed, what is the maximum amount of compensation we can receive?"

"The maximum compensation is 120 times the amount, which takes effect upon death. But you only had a cut on your arm. Even after a professional doctor's assessment and treatment, the maximum compensation you can receive is 10 times the reward." Sig's expression was strange, as if he had seen this scene before.

But he himself was also injured, and his neck was wrapped up, making him look like a disabled person.

They all experienced a fierce fire, and some even died on the spot. It would be unreasonable for everyone not to ask for some extra compensation, right?

Pele was in an even worse state; his entire head was wrapped up, making him look dazed and confused.

"what?"

Even so, they still insisted on escorting this batch of weapons!

Look at these security personnel! You won't let this go without giving them a few thousand dollars in compensation!

But that wasn't the worst of it, because they were determined to have minor injuries and needed to continue performing their duties of escorting goods, while the others next door had already been taken away by ambulance.

Damn it! I thought my arm injury was serious enough, but those damn PMC security guards were even worse. They took two pills, vomited and had diarrhea, and were diagnosed with a severe concussion. They could no longer perform their duties of escorting people and were taken away by ambulance to the hospital for treatment.

Their company will definitely seek compensation later for its own benefit.

Those old black men kept complaining of stomach aches, headaches, and pain all over their bodies. Their dark faces turned pale and they were sweating profusely from the pain. They insisted on staying in the best VIP room for a diagnosis.

In the end, their injuries were the least severe.

Damn! Shameless!!

I originally thought that people in this industry were all tough guys who would risk their lives, but I didn't expect that they would be so cunning in order to earn several times the compensation!

I'm bandaged up like this, and this is considered the least injured person in the industry?

No wonder it's considered one of the most dangerous industries.

Zhang Ailun felt a deep sense of wickedness in people's hearts. Next time he encountered such a situation, he wished he could shoot himself first. Afterwards, he could hire a lawyer to sue the employer, so he could lie in a hospital bed, eating and drinking at the employer's expense, and receiving compensation from the employer!

If you don't open for business for a year, you can live off it for a year once you do.

Riding in a state trooper's car, the road finally became much quieter, and no one dared to cause trouble. The police cars drove smoothly with sirens blaring, and speeding and running red lights were commonplace. The journey, which would have taken at least half an hour, was shortened to fifteen minutes.

State police vehicles arrived in front of the Wells Fargo bank in Palm Valley, and Sieg contacted staff on his phone. Soon, the head of the bank's security department arrived to meet them, and was stunned to see the three in such a miserable state.

"You must have gone through a lot of risks to escort this shipment over! Where are the others?" The security supervisor came up and asked with concern.

"We were attacked by thugs. Some of us died during the mission, and the rest are in the hospital," Sieg said, his voice heavy with grief. He refrained from exposing the shameless actions of his colleagues.

The bank manager expressed his understanding and condolences, but since the bank had already paid for the weapons, he would not pay a penny more for the escort and employment costs. Even if he was deeply saddened, he could only offer verbal comfort.

They also had the bank staff unload the guns and other goods, and then signed a list of items.

Sig received the list of signed documents and knew that the mission was complete.

Instead of taking the state trooper's car, the three left Wells Fargo and found a roadside fast food restaurant, where they ordered a quick meal.

Sipping iced cola and eating fried chicken, Zhang Ailun crossed his legs and told Sieg to go and ask the boss of Armed Nation for his wages and remuneration.

They questioned why this had happened, even directly resulting in the death of a security guard!

The most important question is when will we receive our subsidies?

The owner of Armed Nation also expressed his apologies, saying, "Thank you for your hard work. I didn't expect this to happen halfway through. We have already sued the local ranch owner and notified the police to crack down on organized crime! I have already arranged for someone to handle your tenfold compensation."

Seeing the boss's sincere attitude, Sieg didn't question or criticize him further. He simply said, "Besides the guns and ammunition we were transporting, we didn't report anything else to the police. They don't know what the transported goods are either. That disc should be important to you too. Rest assured, we are professional security personnel, and we will never say anything we shouldn't!"

"But if I wanted to open a gun shop, I wonder if you could help us?"

The owner of Armed Nation was also surprised, "You want to open a gun shop? Of course, no problem. My friend happens to have a gun shop license for sale. You can come and talk to me when you have time."

After exchanging a few more words, the other party had their accountant transfer the money to the three of them. They were very efficient, so it seemed that the three of them were relatively easy to deal with. The other party was the PMC security company, the compensation demanded by the families of the deceased, and those few black men who were making a fuss over nothing. These were the ones who were giving him a bigger headache.

The medical expenses promised in the contract alone would be a huge expenditure, but it would not exceed $100,000.

A compensation of 120 times the value of a human life may seem like a lot, but based on the security guard's hourly wage of $70, the maximum compensation would be only tens of thousands of dollars.

Temporary security contracts are not actually a benefit for security personnel; in fact, they favor the employers. Otherwise, no amount of money would be enough to cover their losses.

Sieg quickly received a transfer notification. His hourly wage was $60. Although he had only worked for a few hours, he was paid according to an 8-hour workday. The compensation of ten times that amount was $4800 per person.

As usual, Sieg transferred the money to the leader's charity card, and Zhang Ailun transferred $4800 to each of them as a reward. Bailey was responsible for treating them and paying the bill for the meal.

After the three of them had eaten and drunk their fill, Zhang Ailun directly removed the bandages from his mummy arm, which was the same style as Danzo's, and broke the seal! But he didn't have the Sharingan.

Once outside, they searched for local taxis. It wasn't too far to Little Rock from here, and they could have driven the armored truck back, but now they had to take a taxi.

Sieg called a ride-hailing service directly. After waiting a few minutes by the roadside, a silver-gray Citroën arrived. The three of them got in the car and told the driver to go to Little Rock, which was next door.

"Boss, even if you have money, you shouldn't go to the casino to have fun. Those are all money-devouring monsters; no amount of money is enough to cover your expenses there," Bailey said, somewhat puzzled.

"What do you know? I heard that the casinos over there have exciting shows at night."

Zhang Ailun casually made up a story: "I made an appointment with Blitz to go over there and check out the scenery and high-tech facilities for him."

He took out his phone and contacted Blitz, informing him that the group had completed their mission of transporting the weapons and were now on their way to the Little Rock casino.

Blitz: Okay, once we get there, put on the headset, and I'll tell you what to do. Remember to download and install this app. Find it in the root directory, extract it, and install it.

Blitz sent the three of them the app. Zhang Ailun installed it according to the instructions; it had a logo with a triangular red border and a black skull design.

It smells like that!

Sieg and Bailey looked at the mini-program sent by Blitz, installed it, and opened it. They found that it not only had location tracking but also camera interference and decryption capabilities, and they vaguely sensed that something was wrong.

What the hell are you going to do with this thing at the casino? Buying stock? Or are you planning to cheat or rob the casino?

However, since there were outsiders present, they wisely kept quiet and didn't say anything more.

Zhang Ailun, on the other hand, chatted quite happily with the driver. "Buddy, you probably often take customers to Little Rock, right? What's the casino like there? Have you ever been inside to check it out?"

"I'm sorry, I'm not interested in those things, but I have a friend who works as a junket operator in a casino. I heard he can earn several thousand dollars a day."

The white Citroën driver was incredibly envious and then advised, "But I've heard that the casinos here aren't very legitimate. There are frequent reports of electronic cheating. They're run by a group of Filipino owners who partnered with locals, not Native Americans. If you want a better casino experience, I suggest you go to Las Vegas."

"I think Genting Highlands in Malaysia is also good," Zhang Ailun said with a smile.

"I've never been there. But aren't Asians the most frequent visitors? There are quite a few Asian players in Little Rock too." The two chatted for twenty minutes and arrived in Little Rock from Wells Fargo in Palm Valley, parking their car by the roadside at an American restaurant.

There was a post office not far ahead, and a tire shop across the street, but Zhang Ailun glanced at it and felt that the shop was not very legitimate because all the employees were black.

Little Rock looks more like a town on the outskirts of Los Angeles. It doesn't have many facilities. Apart from a main road, there are only L-shaped bungalows on the side. There are several blocks, an abandoned chemical plant with some graffiti, and further away are mountainous wilderness.

Let the Grand Master dream of his online suburban turf.

The three got out of the car, and Sieg paid the fare, which was only a dozen or so dollars.

Then I found a post office and temporarily stored my equipment. After all, you're subject to a search when entering a casino, and it might be inconvenient to bring a gun in.

Bailey bought a few bags of potato chips at the snack shop and drank iced beverages. The three of them looked like trendy guys who had come from the big city to the countryside for a vacation, strolling along the roadside and pointing out their surroundings.

A white girl with a spider tattoo on her thigh was looking down at her phone next to an ATM on the street. When she looked up and saw the three men, she lifted her scantily clad clothes, fiddled with her hair, and gave them a flirtatious wink. "Handsome, need some service? $20!"

"Are things really this cheap in small towns?"

Bailey was a little surprised. "With your build and looks, you'd be worth at least $200 even on the streets of a poor neighborhood! Why don't you go to a big city?"

The girl's interest was piqued. "You're from Los Angeles? Are you going to the Star Shine Casino in Little Rock? I know where that is! Need me to show you the way? It's only $10! ​​Without someone from out of town to guide you, I guarantee you won't get into the casino!"

"Does $10 include any other services?" Bailey stared longingly at her long legs.

"Of course not, it's just for showing you the way! If you want something more exciting, how about coming to a motel with me! $50 a night, I guarantee you'll be satisfied!" the white girl said generously.

"Boss. Look at this..." Bailey turned around to seek the opinion of the Grand Master.

"Do as you please, it's your freedom, I'm not binding you." Zhang Ailun waved his hand, somewhat speechless.

Sieg, however, kept a stern face, his eyes filled with uncompromising hatred and a deep sense of injustice. "Don't forget why we're here, Sergeant Bailey!"

Pele: "..." No, are you crazy?!

I was just picking up a girl and ordering fast food, and you're trying to intimidate me with your military rank? Fine, fine, you're a captain, so what? You're just a typical example of sour grapes!

I'm a sergeant, and you're a captain, so what? I'm still a high-ranking air force officer!

"Is he your boss? Are you veterans? He must be much richer than you! Hey boss! My name is Lani. You can come to me if you need anything. I'll definitely take good care of you." Lani stared at the leader with fiery eyes.

"How about you take us to the casino first?" Zhang Ailun took out $10 and said with a smile, "Consider this your payment."

"No problem, boss." Lani abandoned Bailey and went to the generous Grand Master's side.

He took the money and went to dribble and run people over. "I guarantee I'll help you get into that casino smoothly and have fun! If you want even more fun, I can help you too! But you'll have to come one at a time."

"I don't think I need that right now," Zhang Ailun said with a smile, politely declining. The leader of the sect had eaten so much Western food and was quite worldly-wise, so he wasn't particularly interested in this country girl. However, her personality was quite warm and lively, which was rather endearing.

But she's not outgoing and can't earn that kind of money.

Zhang Ailun followed Lani to the Starshine Casino, where she introduced the three of them to the local customs and culture. It was an industrial town that wanted to break away from the influence of Los Angeles and become an urbanized city, but unfortunately, it failed.

Now it's barely surviving, with only a few hotels and repair shops hiring and catering to foreign guests. The young people have long since left Little Rock to make a living in big cities or join street gangs, making it a microcosm of Los Angeles' poor streets.

They soon arrived at the Star Glory Casino, where Lanny and the three of them greeted the two black bodyguards at the entrance in a friendly manner.

"Hey bro! See that? I've brought you new business again. Remember not to stop me next time I come here! Okay? The customer is king!"

The two black bodyguards exchanged a glance, but instead of giving her a friendly look, they asked the three of them, "Guests, are you from Los Angeles or another city? This girl didn't do anything to you, did she?"

"No, what's wrong? Is there something wrong with her? I saw her waiting for customers by the roadside, and she seemed reliable, so I asked her to be my tour guide," Zhang Ailun said in surprise.

Upon hearing this, the black bodyguard's expression softened, and he said, "You're very lucky that you haven't run into any trouble. Recently, quite a few customers have had their wallets stolen here. This girl is part of a teenage gang on the street who specializes in sex scams and robberies. You'd better stay away from her."

"The police aren't doing anything?" Sig asked, somewhat surprised.

"They were all minors, and the amount of money they asked for was at most one or two hundred dollars, which is not much for tourists and gamblers. If they were taken away by the police, they would at most receive a verbal warning, and unless someone died, basically no one would care."

The Black bodyguard said, "This is a common occurrence in Little Rock. It's chaotic here. I've already warned you. Just be careful."

After saying that, he didn't say anything more and invited them into the casino.

(End of this chapter)