America: Starting with Daily Intelligence

Chapter 207 The Dragon King Returns

[Daily News: The shipwreck area in the southern port of Los Angeles is now open for free fishing and treasure hunting. Alpha Corporation, in partnership with the port area, is leasing fishing boats to participate. A $100 entrance fee is required. The event is limited to three days, from 8:00 AM to 23:59 PM daily.]

【详细：运输货物的MMS-5800美森快船沉没在加州洛南部65区海域的236-549-54b区域附近，货船上储藏着大量有价值的物品，序列号N-296的蓝色货柜货物内储藏着来自古董银行的6块重达8000克的沉船金砖，总价值56万美金。】

Sunken shipwreck gold bars?

Zhang Ailun became interested and searched for the daily gold price. Today's market price was $71 per gram, which was slightly different from the gold price a while ago.

That's 16 pounds of gold!

Good, good, good. If you don't take what Heaven offers, you'll surely suffer the consequences.

[Daily News: Your old Pick Auto Repair Shop has expanded its business, refreshing the vehicle recovery mission event. A silver Bentley worth $37 is currently unclaimed in the underground parking lot of the upscale apartment complex at 167 SkyDragon Avenue. The owner was sentenced to 19 years in prison for molesting a minor and needs to post $15 bail for release, followed by 15 days of mandatory detention.]

[Details: The Silver Fox gang on 7th Street clashed with a Black gang in the warehouse district, benefiting the Eagles gang. However, their expansion offended other Black theft gangs in different neighborhoods, leading to a shootout. Patrolling officers seized the opportunity to arrest and imprison them. Three stolen vehicles worth $50,000 in the suburban warehouse district remain unclaimed. You might encounter some opportunistic thieves in the process.]

More vehicles are ready for recycling?

That guy's case definitely wasn't handled by Dave, otherwise he wouldn't have had a chance to get out.

Competitors? Some shady car thieves are trying to steal business from the leader. Do you think you can compete? Do you have an AK? Do you have an RPG?

[Daily News: Your old friend Tommy is about to introduce you to a lucrative commission. His partner, Rip, is a well-known DJ and music producer on the West Coast. He recently joined New Great White Shark Rap Company, but his actions have angered his former employer, who hired a group of suburban motif members to steal an 8TB USB drive containing a large number of erotic music templates, worth $280 million. Tommy needs someone reliable to help him destroy the music copies or retrieve them from the motif. They expect to pay you $80 or even more in sales commissions!]

Tommy? That kid really knows how to get things done; he knows a lot of people.

But an $80 reward just to retrieve that copy of the music?

That's incredibly generous of them!

Zhang Ailun immediately considered taking on the task. He wondered how the Dongwu Sisters' operations were going, but he guessed they had probably signed with the new Great White Shark Entertainment Company.

[Daily News: Wells Fargo in Palm Valley has recently been embroiled in a debt crisis. A bank executive was murdered by a homeless man while driving back to his apartment. The man claimed that his $6 in savings, entrusted to Wells Fargo for a fixed deposit, was secretly misappropriated by an employee who used it to buy worthless stock funds, resulting in huge losses! He was bankrupt and homeless. The bank refused to compensate him, stating that it was the employee's personal behavior and that he had been dismissed. Bank executives and shareholders held a press conference claiming that this was a false rumor.]

[Details: Some Wells Fargo shareholders secretly transferred and sold shares, colluding with the Securities and Futures Commission to set a trap, buying low and selling high, engaging in financial fraud, and misappropriating funds to other bank accounts. Wells Fargo is heavily indebted and on the verge of bankruptcy. Bank executives decided to find a well-known team in the industry to provide debt settlement services. The Bowhead Whale organization and other teams are also being considered for contact.]

Good guy.

I told you this thing wouldn't last long!

The homeless man murdering a bank executive was merely the fuse that ignited the crisis. Banks secretly misappropriating customer assets to speculate in stocks is nothing new. If their practices become too blatant, bankruptcy is only a matter of time.

If you want to swallow that money peacefully, you'll have to find someone to settle the accounts.

Zhang Ailun put away his phone, and Eileen came out after getting dressed.

Chestnut-colored curly hair, a printed white t-shirt, a Gucci bag, jeans, and pristine white sneakers—she exudes youthful innocence and looks quite good.

"I'll take you to work first, and Jennifer will tell you what to do then." Zhang Ailun withdrew his admiring gaze. Youth is indeed an advantage; one has something to be proud of.

"Okay, thank you, sir," Eileen replied.

"Call me boss," Zhang Ailun said.

"Boss," Eileen said.

Zhang Ailun nodded in satisfaction, then left the seaside villa with Eileen. He sat in the driver's seat of the Wrangler, waited for her to fasten her seatbelt, and started the vehicle to head towards West Street.

Before they had gone two blocks, while waiting at a traffic light, Eileen's phone rang. The other person glanced at it and quickly hung up, but it rang again a few seconds later.

Zhang Ailun glanced at the troubled expression on the other end of the line and figured it was probably her ex-boyfriend calling.

He immediately advised, "Why did you hang up? Was it your ex-boyfriend calling? He's probably worried about you right now. Even if you hang up, he'll keep calling. I'm your boss now, and he's just your ex-boyfriend. What's so shameful about that?"

At the very least, the leader of the organization dares to do and admit his mistakes.

Encouraged, Eileen answered the phone, "Hello?"

"Where are you? Why aren't you answering my calls?" came an indignant voice from the other end of the line.

"I got a high-paying job through a friend's connections. I passed the interview, and my new boss and I are getting ready to start work," Eileen replied.

"What kind of job requires you to stay out all night? Are you in a seaside villa in Santa Monica? You don't know the cost of living there, do you? Did you find this job based on your talent? It must be a one-off job!" the other person said sarcastically.

"Fxxk you! You investigated me? You don't trust me?" Eileen was annoyed. "I don't remember ever promising to get back together with you! You waited for me at my place?"

"I'd be a fool to trust you. Go ahead and look back if you dare!" the other person said angrily. "And I even remembered your birthday and bought you a present! What an idiot!"

Zhang Ailun glanced in the rearview mirror and saw a young white man riding a bicycle, the wheels and pedals almost worn out, holding roses in one hand and giving the middle finger to the Wrangler.

She was immediately amused and turned to tease him, "Looks like your fiancé is quite concerned. Should you get out of the car and explain to him?"

A little flustered, Eileen quickly said, "Boss, I'm sorry, I'll handle this. He's not my boyfriend anymore."

He immediately continued into the phone, "Can't you be more mature? There's no future for us together. You only earn $3000 a month, when will we ever be able to afford a house?"

"You're too materialistic! I told you long ago, it's not easy to make a living in big cities. It's better to go back to the countryside; at least life there is more stable. We can take care of your mother together," her boyfriend said.

"The economy in the countryside is too backward. I don't want to stay there for the rest of my life. I also don't want my future children to receive the same environment and education as me," Eileen said discontentedly. "You don't understand what I want at all. If I don't earn money, how will my mother afford her medicine and medical treatment?"

"In that case, we'll just have to break up completely! I don't want to suffer here! Hey! Is that your boss driving the car? Can you ask him to roll down the window so I can see him? You like older men?" The other person continued to be sarcastic.

Hearing this, Zhang Ailun lowered the window, raised his middle finger, and said, "Alright, as you wish, kid, can you leave now? Don't interfere with my business."

The other person glanced at him a few times and was surprised to find that the driver was so young. There was no harm in comparison; the muscles revealed when he rolled up his sleeves could smash his head in with one punch! Only then did he ride away indignantly.

It was just a minor incident in his life, and Zhang Ailun didn't take it to heart. He drove to Armed Nation and parked his car at the entrance.

Turning to look at Eileen, who was feeling down and sullen, he comforted her, "It's just a small thing. Who hasn't experienced heartbreak since childhood? What you need to do now is work hard and not let these things affect you."

"Thank you, boss." Eileen rallied, got out of the car, and waved goodbye.

Zhang Ailun turned his car around and left. He took out his phone to search for information about the paparazzi, and in the spirit of helping others, he immediately drove to the location coordinates of West Hollywood.

When I arrived, I found it to be a relatively remote film set, and also a construction site for an unfinished building. There were few people around, and not even a security camera.

Zhang Ailun parked his Wrangler on the side of the road and saw several paparazzi carrying long lenses and black men on motorcycles loitering around the film set, seriously affecting the filming schedule.

The producer and director were arguing with the paparazzi and trying to get rid of them, but the black men weren't having any of it. They went over and snatched their phones, pinned them to the ground and beat them up, leaving them bruised and battered, and also damaged a lot of road infrastructure.

The male protagonist, dressed in a slicked-back hairstyle and a prop suit, hurriedly stepped forward, wanting to argue about something.

But the black leader of the motorcycle gang pulled out his ever-present Truth sword, pressed it against the man's forehead, and angrily said, "Is that so? You want to provoke us? Come on! Kid, are you sure you want to fight us? We're the tough guys on the streets!"

"You are the Dragon King?"

Old Hei flipped through the script, "My Billionaire Husband's Double Life," and recited it verbatim: "So what? I'm the CEO! I'm the king of the underworld. With just one word, I can cause the financial market in Los Angeles to collapse! The entire economy to shut down! Trigger a financial crisis! Enter a Great Depression. Anyone who dares to touch you is an enemy of the Cross family. I'm willing to do anything for you. Marry me. You are the love of my life."

Damn it... This line gave several black men goosebumps.

But why do I feel so excited and a little thrilled?

The Dragon King was a little embarrassed. "We're just filming a short drama, it's not real. What exactly are you trying to do!"

"We're here to find that actress named Amanda," Old Man said with a stern face. "It's none of your business, mind your own business, or I'll teach you a lesson you won't forget!!"

Upon hearing this, the Dragon King and the producer quickly pointed out the direction to the group of black men: "She's reading the script in the RV."

The female protagonist, Amanda, turned pale. Seeing the group of black men approaching, she hurriedly closed the window and screamed in panic, "I've never offended you! Please don't do this! We've already called the police!"

"Let us take a few photos and we'll leave, don't make us use force!" The black man smashed the car window. When the staff at the venue tried to stop them, the black man didn't hold back and opened fire on the ground!

With a bang, the bullet hit the ground. Although it didn't hit anyone, it still scared them so much that they ran away in a corner.

"Aren't you the Dragon King? Why aren't you making a move?" Zhang Ailun got out of the car and came to the handsome white man who was squatting in the corner, trembling.

The male protagonist couldn't help but curse, "Fxxk, I'm just an actor who makes a few hundred dollars a movie. I'm not courting death."

Turning around and seeing Zhang Ailun fully armed, his expression changed instantly, and he hurriedly said, "I'm sorry. I wasn't targeting you. Are you from a security company? Or are you an actor? Can you use the gun you have?"

"I was just passing by," Zhang Ailun said. He watched as the group of black men continued smashing the windows, prying open the locks, and leading the paparazzi into the RV. From inside came the fierce resistance and screams of the female protagonist, Amanda.

"Are you guys making movies this realistic? Dude, what role do you play in it? A traitor?" Zhang Ailun asked, feigning ignorance.

"...I am the Dragon King."

The male protagonist's face darkened, but he stubbornly retorted, "Fine, can't you see the situation? Those black guys are causing trouble! If you're so capable, you shouldn't be making sarcastic remarks here; you should be helping us."

The producer and director also rushed over, "Hey! Buddy, are you a police officer? Whoever you are, can you help us? Our cell phones are broken, and we have no signal here."

"10000," Zhang Ailun said.

"What?" The director and producer looked bewildered.

"For $10000, I'll take them out for you!" Zhang Ailun held out his hand. "I'm a professional bounty hunter, just started working today."

"We don't want anyone to die..." The director and producer looked at each other in bewilderment.

"$5000. I'll help you get rid of them," Zhang Ailun said again.

"Okay, but you have to get rid of them first before we can settle your bill." The director and producer agreed.

"Okay." Zhang Ailun took a grenade from his belt, pulled the pin, and, under the Dragon King's bewildered gaze, shoved it into his hand. "Take this! Now you're as good as a mop covered in poop, a god of war reborn. Unrivaled!!"

"Oh! Shit!!" The Dragon King's face turned pale with fright. He never expected this madman to shove a grenade at him. He was struck dumb and tried to run away in a panic, but Zhang Ailun held his hand tightly, and he couldn't escape at all.

"Don't let go, the grenade will explode! Dude, this isn't a toy! There's a way to do things with $5000. If you gave me $10000, I'd definitely do it myself."

Under the astonished gazes of the producer and director, Zhang Ailun patted the Dragon King, who was sweating profusely, and reassured him, "Don't worry, now it's your turn to shine! You're the star of the show, you're the Dragon King! They'll definitely be scared away by your fearless spirit, I'll help you!"

He pulled out a pistol and pressed it against the Dragon King's lower back, then walked over, gripping the grenade's safety pin like he was holding a hostage.

The Dragon King is completely numb. Is this what you mean by helping me?

I think you're trying to kill me, aren't you?

I'm having a bit of an emotional breakdown.

"Hey! Negro! Look what this is?"

Several black men turned around in confusion and saw the Dragon King holding a fragmentation grenade, looking like a self-destruct maniac, along with the mysterious man behind him. They were instantly startled.

"WTF!! What are you doing, buddy? Are you out of your mind?!"

"Hold on tight! Don't let go!!"

The Dragon King's face turned pale with fright, and he was sweating profusely, but he still mustered his courage and said, "Get out of here right now! Or I'll self-destruct!!"

"Okay, okay... let's go now." Old Hei couldn't understand how this guy dared to risk his life. He turned around with the paparazzi and rode away on his motorcycle.

"Buddy, we're much safer now," Zhang Ailun said with relief. "You saved the love of your life."

The Dragon King shakily handed the grenade back to Zhang Ailun, only breathing a sigh of relief after seeing him put the pin back in.

"Oh my god! I'm so scared!"

The blonde, blue-eyed protagonist, Amanda, stepped out of the RV, tears streaming down her face. "Thank you so much, sir! You saved the lives of our entire crew!"

(End of this chapter)