America: Starting with Daily Intelligence

Chapter 213 Action

"Wait a minute, you said he never smokes tobacco?"

Zhang Ailun glanced at Rip, who was rapping away with a leaf, with a bit of a puzzlement. There was probably no white rapper who could smoke a leaf better than him.

"That's my persona. Besides that, I'm also a white rapper who supports abortion legalization, same-sex marriage, animal welfare, and likes to donate to Black single mothers and impoverished families. As a result, many Black teenagers are willing to support me and buy my records. I also endorse jewelry made by a Black manufacturer."

Rip pointed to his dog bone gold necklace. "You think he wants to wear this thing? He's just after money."

"Although some people keep attacking me and trying to find my traffic points, I support so many people in their team. Those people definitely won't expose me all at once, otherwise they wouldn't make any money! I still have traffic and supporters, and they will cooperate with me to hype things up. If my image collapses, I can just switch careers and become a food and fitness influencer. Once I've achieved some success, I can repent like Downey."

Rip sat with his legs crossed, a cigarette dangling from his lips, completely unconcerned.

He can even smoke tobacco in front of those paparazzi, so what? You can only make money once by posting it, but if you post blurry photos without solid evidence, you can make money continuously.

Go ahead and send it! I don't care!

"..." Damn it, when it comes to online marketing and hype, you guys are the real masters.

But when it comes to getting the music chip back, that depends on the leader's professional team.

When it comes to online hype, sensationalism, and making money, I may not be as good as you, but when it comes to authenticity offline, you are far inferior to me!

"Once they get their hands on the music USB drive, they'll definitely make a new copy as soon as possible. If we want to get that copy back, we'll have to destroy it or find where it's hidden. Those people will never just leave it in one place for you to pick up."

Zhang Ailun immediately instructed Blitz to search for the location information of those music copies, and also asked Rip to provide relevant data on the USB flash drive chip.

Finding a similar signal among countless signal sources is like finding a needle in a haystack. This is extremely difficult, almost impossible, for the average person. But for the godfather of hackers in Los Angeles, it's no problem at all!

For him, manipulating the internet is as simple as eating and drinking.

After working on the computer for a while, Blitz found the signal source through his own methods and channels.

"There are a total of six signal sources. One is in downtown Los Angeles, located at 1689 Sunset Boulevard, a luxury detached apartment building. The others are in the suburbs, but their locations are quite scattered. One is a factory in the mountains, another is an underground casino, a tire shop, a car repair shop, and their mountain camp." Blitz pulled up the location coordinates. Who knows what they're planning to do with each of them.

Perhaps it's to prevent others from retaliating and taking away their eggs, so they don't put all their eggs in one basket?

"Those properties in the suburbs are all their assets, and they should all be stored in safes and guarded."

Rip glanced at it and said with certainty, "That apartment is the private residence of the executive at Red Spider Company! He was also my former business partner, and the USB drive itself might be hidden in his possession."

He couldn't help but curse, "That damn black man, I'll make him pay!!"

"Can I come with you?" Rip asked immediately afterward. "Don't worry, I definitely won't hold you back! I want to watch them get blown to bits, and Tommy can help you too."

"I think I'll pass..." Tommy hesitated. "Professional matters can be left to the professional team."

"Are you scared, Tommy? They've already stepped on my head!" Rip retorted. "My partner shouldn't be a coward! Where's your courage from before? I helped you rise again and make a lot of money!"

"Who's afraid? Let's go!" Tommy couldn't stand being provoked and instantly got a little annoyed.

Seeing the two of them arguing, Zhang Ailun immediately banged on the table and raised his hand to stop them. "Quiet! Guys! Do you think this is child's play? We're going to Motorbike's headquarters. They're ruthless guys who are loyal to their people but kill without blinking an eye. We're going to fight them, not go street brawls! Bullets don't have eyes! It's your business if you two aren't afraid of death, but I still need to consider who's going to pay me afterwards, okay?"

"I just need to watch from a distance and won't get involved in the fight. Aren't you driving armored cars?" Rip pleaded.

Zhang Ailun retorted irritably, "It's your business if you want to prove you have courage. If you can beat him! Prove to me that you can protect yourself, then I'll let you go!" He pointed at Sieg.

Who? Me?

Sig's face darkened. He looked at Rip, clenched his fist, and made a cracking sound.

Even if you are the employer, he will not show any mercy!

Aside from the Grand Master, all of you present, come at me together!!

Rip looked at Sig, who, under the tutelage of the Grand Master, had already developed some muscle, stood at 1.8 meters tall, and was quite large. Sig had already mastered street fighting skills and was a high-level elite monster on the street. Even if three of Rip's small physiques were stacked together, they would be easy prey.

He immediately changed his tune, saying, "I think it's fine to wait for your good news at home, but can I go to your apartment in the city? You probably wouldn't be going to start shootings and cause trouble in the city, would you?"

"That's fine," Zhang Ailun nodded.

Sieg's expression softened as well. No need to fight anymore? What a pity, I was hoping to warm up my employer.

After talking for a while longer, they finalized a detailed plan. Rip was completely relieved, raised his champagne glass, and said, "Guys! Whether we make this money or not depends on you!"

"Don't worry, we're professionals." Zhang Ailun raised his champagne glass, clinked glasses with the other person, and drank a glass.

Once downstairs, I saw Beggar Clan disciples standing guard outside, already impatient.

Upon seeing the employer come downstairs, Zhang Ailun immediately came to greet him and said, "Split into three teams. Sieg, Blitz, and I will ride in one car and take the employer to run some errands in the city. You two drive two cars to the suburbs first. Blitz will share the location coordinates with you. Then wait for my command and take action as needed."

"Understood." Bailey nodded to Bocktu, then immediately led his men out and drove to the suburbs.

Zhang Ailun and his men got into the car, and Sieg drove and started the engine. Rip and Tommy chose to ride in the same car, which they pulled out of the garage—a gray-black Dodge Hellcat, a jailbreak version, with modified tires and engine, and brand-new license plates; you couldn't buy one for less than a few hundred thousand dollars on the market.

We drove away from the affluent residential area of ​​West Hollywood and headed to the apartment at 1689 Sunset Boulevard.

The streets were nearly deserted at night. Apart from groups of homeless people and black men, few people were wandering around. It took some time to reach Sunset Boulevard and find the apartment number.

Sieg parked the car at a basketball court on the side of the road, and the three of them got out.

"There are many cameras nearby, but none of them are on. Are they already asleep at this hour?" Sig observed the surrounding environment and noticed a car parked in front of the apartment building, as well as cameras.

These stand-alone apartment buildings are not part of a community; they are right next to the road, have garages, and independent internet access, so even water and power outages won't affect them.

"We just need to decipher the camera, but we need to observe the indoor situation first." Zhang Ailun handed this task over to Blitz.

Rip and Tommy followed in their Dodge Hellcat and parked at the basketball court.

After getting out of the car and looking at the dark apartment, Rip grabbed a baseball bat from the car. "That damn bastard! He made me lose so much money, I'll make him pay!"

Blitz hacked into the cameras methodically. These apartments usually have cameras installed indoors as well. After observing the situation on the computer screen, he found that no one was on the first floor, but there was movement coming from the room on the second floor. He then chose to cut off the signal source and turned off the infrared lights.

"There's no one on the first floor; they're resting in a room on the second floor," Blitz said.

"That guy probably just came back from a bar drunk. He's the kind of guy who likes to party. All black guys are like that. I even treated him to dinner before. I was so stupid, really," Rip grumbled.

After careful consideration, Zhang Ailun had Tommy, Blitz, and the other two keep watch outside while he led Sieg to the apartment. After checking that no one was around, he put on gloves, pulled up his mask, leaving only his eyes exposed, skillfully pried open the window, and climbed inside.

I successfully scaled the wall and entered the apartment. I tiptoed around and found that the interior decoration style of the apartment was quite luxurious. There were a few clothes lying on the sofa on the first floor, and empty wine bottles on the table. There was a strong smell of alcohol and the stench of leaves.

Sieg accidentally stepped on something, picked it up, and was speechless. It was a black lace trim, and there was a faint smell of seafood coming from it.

The room's soundproofing was only so-so. I couldn't hear anything from outside, but once I entered, I could hear creaking noises from upstairs, along with a string of English words from a pay-per-view program.

Yes, oh no, yes...

Zhang Ailun remained calm, took out a flashlight and searched the room, but found nothing except a household handgun in a locked cabinet.

The leader figured that the USB flash drive chip was either carried by Lao Hei or stored in the safe upstairs.

He immediately told Sieg to open the door and call the person in.

Upstairs, the black guy was having a sweet duo game with the girl he'd hooked up with. Blitzcrank and his two friends had just entered when they heard the commotion, and Tommy, as their representative, immediately headed upstairs.

He knocked on the second-floor door, found it unlocked, and kicked it open. "Fxxk you! Nigger! Rip sent me to say hello to you on his behalf!"

"WTF! Who are you!?" Old Black was instantly terrified.

"My name is Tommy!"

"Hey! I don't care who you are, but you're trespassing!! Get out of my house right now!" Old Black cursed.

"You were the ones who broke the rules first, you niggers!"

Screams and angry shouts came from upstairs, and Rip ran upstairs with a baseball bat in hand.

"Hey, hello there! Sweetheart! You have a fantastic figure!"

But the tone quickly changed, and he burst into a tirade: "You bastard! Where's my music data USB drive? Give it to me right now!"

"Rip? My good friend, what chip? What USB drive? I don't understand what you're talking about! Why are you breaking into my house? If you don't leave, I'm calling the police!!" The thick black accent suppressed his anger.

"Your mouth is really tough! Tougher than your hook! But you won't be able to stay hard for long! Fxxk you!" Accompanied by a series of cracking sounds, the three people upstairs started fighting.

Zhang Ailun also took Sieg up to the second floor, leaving Blitz to guard the place on the first floor.

Just in case, the leader even set up a trap at the corner of the stairwell.

Upon arriving on the second floor, the two immediately saw a well-built black woman hiding in a corner, sitting there with her head in her hands, looking terrified. The old black man was angrily wrestling with Tommy and Rip.

Clearly, Tommy and Rip, both outwardly strong but inwardly weak, were no match for the old black man even when they were together. Their baseball bats were useless, and they were quickly pinned to the ground and brutally beaten.

"Help me..." Tommy, his face bruised and swollen, looked up and saw the arrival of the Grand Master, and hurriedly cried for help.

"..."

No, then why were you two running so fast?

Even the Grand Master was speechless.

I thought you two were really professional.

"Alright, get your dirty hands off my employer right now, you nigger!" Zhang Ailun pulled out his shotgun and cocked it with two quick clicks.

In a daze, he seemed to hear his great-grandmother calling his name. The black man looked up at the two masked, fully armed men who had broken into his home, and reluctantly let go, raising his hands with practiced ease.

"Don't shoot! I surrender!"

"Hands behind your head, kneel on the ground, and let me see your hands!" Sig snapped.

"I didn't do anything wrong; they provoked me," the black supervisor tried to argue. "You trespassed and used violence; I can easily sue them!"

"We're fucking craving this kind of buzz, you nigger!" Tommy retorted defiantly.

"An honest, kind-hearted white rapper who loves donating to Black people left his company to go independent, only to be retaliated against and blacklisted by his former employer! He lost millions of dollars! He even almost lost his life! Guess whose opinion they'll believe? What evidence do you have to prove I broke into your house? Everything needs evidence!"

Rip, his hair disheveled and slightly red, scrambled to his feet, looking utterly disheveled. He sneered at the black man, "Is your surveillance still working, you nigger! You think you're the only ones who can steal from me, beat someone up and leave no evidence? Do you think I can't?"

He touched his nose and found it was bleeding. He was even angrier and angrier at Lao Hei, and kicked him hard. Lao Hei cried out in pain, clutching his stomach and lying on the ground.

After straightening his clothes, with a few strands of hair pulled out, he said earnestly to the leader, "Actually, I can take care of him right away."

A desperate attempt to save face.

You're really stubborn.

He's already had his nose bleed, and he's still acting all tough here?

Without the Grand Master's presence, neither of you would be leaving this room today.

Practice makes perfect.

Keep being stubborn.

Zhang Ailun rolled his eyes, too lazy to even expose him. He thought the two of them were really capable, but it turns out they're nothing special.

They just let that black guy slam two of them down and pinned him to the ground, pounding him around.

"You'd better tell this lady to keep quiet and tell her we mean no harm," Zhang Ailun said, gesturing for Rip to handle the black woman.

"Hey! Sweetheart! Don't be nervous, this is our personal feud, it has nothing to do with you." Rip immediately went over and began to comfort her.

"Are you Rip? The DJ and music producer?" The black woman recognized him after calming down.

It's clear that Rip's reputation isn't just for show; it actually has some effect. While he's not much of a fighter, he's certainly good at talking.

"Of course it's me!" Rip readily admitted.

"I listen to your songs all the time, I'm your fan! But why are you doing this?" the black girl asked, puzzled.

"He's a shameless thief!" Rip explained. "I don't know how he tricked you into coming here, but he's a despicable, dirty, and vile thief! He had someone steal the data from my latest record chip USB drive, and he even beat up my men, causing me to lose millions of dollars! I'm here to get revenge on him!"

"Oh, this is terrible." The black woman also felt a bit sorry for him and immediately explained, "Actually, I don't know him. We have nothing to do with each other. He paid me to come. He paid me $300 to spend the night with him."

"Sweetheart, you're so beautiful and charming, I knew you were innocent! I'm willing to pay three times the price and invite you to tonight's party, just promise me you won't tell anyone, okay?"

Rip used his cash power directly, pulling out $1000 in cash.

The Black woman readily agreed, and was quite excited. "Can I take a picture with you and get your autograph?"

"I'd be willing to sleep with you even if you just wanted to today!" Rip said, then immediately regretted it.

Because the black woman took it seriously, she hugged him and gave him a passionate kiss.

"..." Didn't you brush your teeth?

Zhang Ailun's lips twitched. This black woman really didn't treat them like human beings. At least she should wear some clothes!

His buttocks were dark and shiny under the light.

The Grand Master assessed it and concluded that it wasn't as pretty as Simone's.

Old Hei was furious and annoyed after being assaulted by his husband, but with a gun at his throat, he had no choice but to submit.

"Your USB drive is in the safe."

Old Hei had no choice but to admit it, adding, "Even if you take it, it won't do you any good. We have many backups. You can expect a lawsuit later!"

"You son of a bitch backup! Your backup is about to be destroyed!" Rip cursed. "It's not like you guys are the only ones who can hire people. I can hire a professional team to do it for me! Let's settle this in the streets, who's afraid of who?"

(End of this chapter)