America: Starting with Daily Intelligence

Chapter 192 Cosplay Party

Sig drove to the gas station on Highway 164 where the motorcycle gang was located, parked his car on the side of the road, and saw several motorcycles parked outside, as well as a Porsche 911. The walls were covered with graffiti symbols.

After getting out of the car, Fu went straight to his car and found that the doors were unlocked. He opened them easily, but the car key was not in the car, so he could not start it.

"Fxxk! Thank goodness they didn't do anything to my car!" Johnny cursed.

"Then they most likely did something inappropriate to your girlfriend." Zhang Ailun and Sieg also got out of the car.

"I'm going to find them right now and demand my people back! If they dare not give them to me, you guys help me teach them a lesson." After Johnny finished speaking, he led the two men straight into the interior of the Motorbun camp.

Pushing open the door, the interior became somewhat dimly lit and filled with a smoky, musty smell of leaves and alcohol. Many oddly dressed motorcyclists with mohawks and tattoos were drinking, singing, dancing, and rapping.

Vampire, Iron Man, Thanos, Kyo Kusanagi, Iori Yagami.

I even saw a Batman with a butt and a chin, and an Avatar girl who was all blue and had a tail.

Holy crap! Where did I end up? Is this still Earth?

Zhang Ailun and Sieg were a little confused. Did these people usually have this much fun?

Johnny's arrival went unnoticed by the others; it was Zhang Ailun and Sieg's attire that surprised them.

A drunken, tattooed man walked over and said, "Hey! Guys, what's with all this outfit stuff? Coming to a bar for a cosplay party dressed as armed police officers? I have to say, this is pretty funny! Are you trying to arrest me? Officer? Hahahaha."

"A bar party? What are they celebrating here?" Zhang Ailun asked.

"Wait, you're from out of town, not part of our team?" The tattooed guy was a bit confused. "Then how did you get in? Are you trying to cause trouble? Hey! WTF! Where's the guard outside? Waaah..."

Before he could finish speaking, Sieg grabbed him by the neck, covered his mouth, and whispered in his ear, "Shut up, or I'll fuck you right now! Where's the toilet?"

"Ugh." The tattooed guy was trembling with a gun pressed against his waist, and he hurriedly pointed in a direction, stammering.

Zhang Ailun and Sieg took him into the bathroom. He had originally intended to instruct Johnny to stick to the plan and not wander off, while they scouted out the area first.

But in the blink of an eye, Rich Guy disappeared, wandering aimlessly around the shabby bar, looking for his girlfriend.

"This guy's got some nerve," Sig said, a little annoyed. "He doesn't listen to orders at all."

"Don't worry about him, he'll behave himself after he suffers a loss." Zhang Ailun didn't care at all.

"Who are you? Who sent you? Why are you treating me like this? Do you want money? You've got some nerve!"

The tattooed guy was shoved into a private restroom stall and slumped against the cold wall. His previously drunken state immediately sobered up.

Turning back to look at the two men, the tattooed man retorted defiantly, "Buddy, this is Motorbunker territory. If you dare lay a hand on me here, you'll be in big trouble!"

"Shut up, I'll ask you a question and you answer it. Don't say anything irrelevant, or I'll blow your back door open," Zhang Ailun threatened.

"Dude, go ahead and mess with me! I don't mind!" The tattooed man sneered, "I'm gay!"

Seeing his disdainful expression, Zhang Ailun looked around and picked up an empty wine bottle from the trash-strewn cubicle floor. "I meant I'd use this to fuck you!"

"Oh shit! This is huge! I've never tried this before!" The tattooed man panicked immediately upon seeing the bottle and quickly said in a humble voice, "Just ask me anything, buddy, I'll definitely cooperate!"

Seeing that he compromised so quickly, Zhang Ailun's expression softened, and he stopped pressuring and threatening him.

He simply said, "Didn't you guys arrest a rich kid who was speeding on Highway 163 last night? That white Porsche 911 outside is his. Where is he now?"

"That rich idiot Johnny? We dumped him in the middle of nowhere." The tattooed man honestly replied, "He's probably been rescued by now."

"What if he hadn't been rescued?" Zhang Ailun asked. "Would you just watch him die?"

"To be honest, I didn't expect this outcome," the tattooed man said honestly.

It's obvious that your big head is being directed by your little head all day long.

"Where's his girlfriend?" Sieg glared at him, his voice menacing. "Did you do anything to that girl?"

"Who do you think we are? We're a motorcycle gang with a belief! We don't care for those delicate city girls."

The tattooed man was a little displeased after hearing this and said irritably, "Our team has plenty of beautiful female riders. Every one of them has a curvy figure, and they're hotter and wilder than those city girls. We even have top-quality girls like me! No man wouldn't be tempted! We're only interested in his sports car. Our boss also ordered us not to touch that girl. She was sent back a long time ago."

It's clear you're a truly exceptional dual-plug user.

Hearing him say that, which was not what he expected, and that the person was no longer there, Zhang Ailun simply asked where the car keys were.

"In the office next door, in our modified garage," the tattooed man said.

"Take us there and help us get the keys to our Porsche 911, and we'll let you go," Zhang Ailun said.

"I can't be a traitor..."

Before the tattooed guy could finish speaking, Zhang Ailun walked over, grabbed his head, pressed him against the wall with his back to him, pulled down his pants, and was about to use the bottle in his hand to teach him a lesson.

"I'm not fucking discussing this with you, understand?" Zhang Ailun threatened, "If you say another word to me, I guarantee it'll become one with you!"

"Okay, okay! Boss! Please don't do this! I was wrong! I'll take you there to get the car keys right now!!"

Feeling the cold touch on his buttocks, and noticing the angular shape of the bottle, the tattooed man panicked and promptly gave in.

If this stuff gets inside, it's absolutely the end of the world. Not only will you be bedridden for three days, you'll never need an enema again, and you won't even be able to fart properly.

"How shameless of you to force us to torture you. Go, lead the way! You better not look around on the way, or you'll be unlucky to run into us."

Zhang Ailun let him go, urging him to pull up his pants and leave quickly. The tattooed guy meekly agreed and could only lead the two of them to the modification shop next door.

As soon as they stepped outside, they ran into a male and female Batman and an Avatar, who were entangled in a passionate embrace at the door.

"No, honey, I need to remove my makeup first."

"No. What I want is Avatar..."

"Tsk."

They turned around and saw two burly men in security gear flanking a tattooed man in the middle. The man looked listless and dejected, just like a criminal.

Batman, unfazed, continued his attack while still holding the Avatar. "Dude, are you being bathed in justice? How about we go in and use the interrogation room? This alien thief might need some serious torture and interrogation!"

"Aren't you afraid of being seen by Catwoman? Why don't you arrest your partner, the Joker, Batman?" Zhang Ailun paused for half a second before answering.

"Because he didn't do anything wrong today. You guys continue!" Batman, fully immersed in his role, finished speaking in a childish and dramatic way, and then hurriedly pulled Avatar into the bathroom.

Zhang Ailun and Sieg felt that the world was full of wonders. Their attire, dragging the tattooed man through the hall, surprisingly matched the atmosphere of the scene.

I searched for ages but couldn't find Johnny Rich. I had no idea where he'd gone.

The two decided to go next door to pick up the car keys first, and then meet up with each other later.

After escorting the criminals out the back door, they arrived at the modification shop next door. Zhang Ailun asked Sieg to stand guard outside, then pushed open the door and entered the office, only to find it empty.

Zhang Ailun gestured to the tattooed man to find the car keys, and the man dared not refuse. After searching for a while, he finally found the car keys after a few minutes.

"Hey buddy, can you let me go now? What's your story?" the tattooed man said.

"Don't ask questions you shouldn't ask. It's time to hibernate now." Zhang Ailun punched him with his backhand.

The tattooed guy was caught off guard and hit hard, his vision went black, and he collapsed in the office.

Zhang Ailun found a towel and stuffed it into his mouth, then tied him up tightly and stuffed him into a locker, leaving a small opening for him to breathe.

After finishing all this, he dusted off his hands (which weren't actually dust) and was about to leave when he suddenly heard voices outside.

"Hey! What happened in there? I think I just heard something?"

A group of motorcyclists, arms around each other and carrying bottles of liquor, were getting drunk and preparing to go out for a race. As they passed the office door, they asked the reporter with suspicion.

Sieg, quick-witted, said without changing his expression, "Nothing has happened; we are interrogating the prisoner!"

"Okay! You guys go ahead! Need us to lend a hand? Hahaha, it would be best if there were female prisoners inside!" The motorcycle gang laughed loudly, turned around, opened the warehouse door of the modification shop, got on their motorcycles, twisted the throttle, and sped away after a couple of roars.

Sieg breathed a sigh of relief, having almost given himself away. He quickly turned back to urge the Grand Master, "Boss, are you done yet?"

"It'll be ready soon." Zhang Ailun put away the lockers and other things and prepared to leave.

Sig turned his head and saw a scantily clad, hot red-haired woman walking towards him.

He quickly slammed the door shut, locking the leader inside. "Boss, don't come out yet, someone's coming!"

Zhang Ailun: "..."

Seeing that the other person was heading towards the office, Sieg, with a stern face, went over and stopped her, saying, "Hello, ma'am, our people are working on a case inside, so it might not be convenient. Please wait a moment before coming back."

"Investigating a case? In the office?" The woman paused for a moment.

"That's right! It's a very important matter," Sig said seriously.

"Are you new here? Don't you recognize me?" The red-haired woman asked, somewhat puzzled.

"Should I know you? What are you cosplaying as?" Sig asked, puzzled.

"I'm the boss here."

"You're the boss? Then I'm the boss's man! Hahahaha!" Sieg laughed.

But his smile quickly faded. He realized the other person wasn't actually cosplaying.

"I have no interest in joking with you. You shouldn't be causing trouble in my office! Get them out here right now! Are you sure you're the person we invited to the party? What's your name?"

The woman looked at Sieg seriously, her attempt to flirt with him failing, and she eyed him suspiciously.

Seeing that he was about to be exposed, Sieg hardened his heart, pounced on her, grabbed her by the neck, and held her hostage. "Madam! I'm sorry, we're here to take care of some personal business! You should remember what happened on Highway 163 last night, right?"

"You're people sent by that idiot Johnny?" The woman was startled and almost screamed from the shock of his sneak attack, but she quickly regained her composure and didn't panic too much.

This surprised Sieg, who nodded, "That's right."

"I knew it. That idiot was caught by our people again. He couldn't have been alone; he must have had help to come here. So you and your companions are his hired thugs?"

The woman took a deep breath and scoffed, "If I were you, I would never lay a hand on me here. Let me tell you, we already know your identities from Johnny. You're from Armed Nation, huh? That's cool, but you should think about your armored trucks and your future business while you're operating so clandestinely here, shouldn't you?"

Sig didn't expect that Johnny had already been caught. He liked to go off on his own and run around. Now he's behaving himself. He's definitely going to get another beating after being caught.

"Boss, what should we do now?" When in doubt, always ask the Grand Master.

"If you don't get up, how am I supposed to get out?" Zhang Ailun said, a little annoyed.

Sieg quickly unlocked the office door.

"Fxxk! Your gun hit me!" the woman complained in pain.

"Nonsense! I didn't even stand it up." Sig paused for a moment.

"Are you out of your mind? I said it's your gun!" the woman said angrily.

"I'm so sorry," Sig quickly apologized.

Zhang Ailun pushed open the door and came out, having overheard their conversation. "Sig, be gentler with pretty ladies. Look at what you've done! You've completely ruined everything!"

He greeted the beautiful woman who claimed to be the leader of the motorcycle gang politely.

"Hello, ma'am, we're sorry to have disturbed you. We mean no harm; we're just doing someone a favor. You say you're the boss of this motorcycle gang? Okay, let's talk. What do we need to do for you to release the person and let us drive the car away?"

"How much did that idiot give you to come here and steal our car?" the woman retorted.

"How did you, a woman, become the leader of the motorcycle gang?" Zhang Ailun was also a little puzzled.

"It's just like you think. I'm pretty, and I have a good figure. I've slept with the former boss and everyone else who joined our team. How about it? Do you want to join us? That way, I can sleep with you too!" the woman said irritably.

"Fine, don't tell the truth then." Zhang Ailun wasn't interested either.

He replied, "He promised to give us a luxury car; that's more than enough!"

"You think one luxury car is enough to buy you off?" the woman said disdainfully. "I'll give you two luxury cars!"

"..."

So you're actually a rich woman?

Zhang Ailun stared at her car headlights. "Ma'am, you'd better be talking about a luxury car, not a used one."

"Fxxk you!" The woman was furious, feeling that he was belittling her.

"Fxxk you to!!" The leader wasn't going to tolerate her and directly raised his middle finger in response.

"Take us to Johnny, or I'll give you a good beating! You'd better have some bulletproof vests and grenades too."

His assertiveness actually won the woman's favor, and she laughed, saying, "How are you going to punish me? With your prized gun? Of course, I'd love to see that. But do you think you can do whatever you want just because you have a gun? Only gangs act like that. I bet you're not some legitimate PMC."

"You guessed wrong! We're a legitimate business! This place doesn't look like a proper auto repair shop to me," Zhang Ailun said.

"We are Motorbon."

"We are an armed nation."

Seeing the two bickering and arguing, Sieg felt he was being somewhat superfluous and silently released his grip on the woman.

"My name is Sadie, and I own this suburban motorcycle bar and bike shop. I've been working here for two or three years and haven't offended anyone. So where did you guys come from?" the woman asked.

"My name is Arthur, and I'm a bounty hunter from the West. My hobbies include smoking, drinking, and playing Texas Hold'em. I'm skilled with the Death Eye," Zhang Ailun replied.

"Hey! Can't you just talk to people properly?" Sadie said, dissatisfied.

Zhang Ailun pondered, "My name is Juankin, and I'm a shareholder and owner of Thunderfire Armed Nation in the city. This is my colleague and manager, Sig Comprey. He's a retired Marine Corps captain."

"His arms are indeed very strong."

Sadie gave Sieg an appreciative look. "Handsome, want to work for me? I can offer you $2 a month!"

"Don't even think about poaching my employees," Zhang Ailun said with displeasure. "You can't steal them from me. Now, take us to meet them."

"Okay." Sadie relented and led the two to the bar's lobby to meet the person.

(End of this chapter)