America: Starting with Daily Intelligence

Chapter 235 White Horse? He'll never return!

"It's getting late, everyone should get some rest."

Zhang Ailun got up and saw the Beggar Clan disciples off, letting them stay in the next room. He left two people to take turns standing guard and then lay down on the bed to rest.

Not long after, there was a knock at the door. Zhang Ailun opened the door in confusion and found the two Latina beauties from before. They were dressed scantily and looked at the leader with a pitiful expression. "Sir, Mr. Boro sent us to keep you company."

"Maybe we've come at the wrong time?" the twin sisters asked expectantly.

Zhang Ailun thought to himself, "No, you've come at the perfect time! Please come in."

He smiled and invited the two into the room, then closed the door.

Soon the theme song of a pay-per-view program started playing in the room.

Two Beggars' Sect disciples listened intently from outside, over the wall. Afterwards, they couldn't help but exclaim, "No wonder he's our leader! He's incredibly long-lasting!! What a stunner!!"

The next day.

Zhang Ailun got out of bed, stretched, and glanced at the two sisters beside him, who were still sleeping in.

He looked noticeably tired, and he didn't fall asleep until late at night after the second battle.

Without waking them, I got up, went into the bathroom, took a shower, and got dressed.

I took out my phone and glanced at the daily news.

[Daily Intelligence: An assassination attempt is underway at the Western-style vintage pub in Laredo. A notorious cheat who always wins at gambling has angered the local Mexican gangsters after winning a million dollars in one night playing Texas Hold'em at an underground casino. They've sent an assassin to kill him in room 222 of the pub. If you save him, you might receive a hefty reward.]

[Daily News: A stockbroker from Austin, Texas, has been kidnapped by a group of outlaws in Laredo. He is expected to be buried alive in the sewers of an unfinished building on West Street. If you rescue him and escort him to the airport in the city center, he might tell you some secrets to making money in the stock market.]

[Daily News: Fifteen lone swimmers who attempted to cross from Nuevo Laredo by boat to Laredo were apprehended by police last night. During the operation, some resisted and injured officers, escaping to various parts of Laredo. Local police are posting notices and issuing a $1 reward for each fugitive. —Long press to view individual biographical information and indicate their approximate current location.]

[Daily Intelligence: Local tyrant Boro was shocked by your strength and spent the night hiring people to gather information about you. He wanted to test you under the guise of helping to eliminate your arch-rival, the Crimson Shark team. They were members of the group that followed you yesterday. It's best to ignore them, as they have no idea what kind of divine justice they are about to face. IRS, the purge of capitalist hounds!]

[Details: He explained your situation to the White Horse drug cartel in Nuevo Laredo, Mexico. The cartel leader, Mr. Bangkok, is very interested in your armed helicopter and will bring men across the river to meet you for dinner to discuss buying it. If you disagree, they plan to shoot you during the meal. The White Horse cartel mainly engages in human trafficking, organ transplants, and drug trafficking. They are based in western Nuevo Laredo, have approximately 300 members, and possess moderately sized weapons of mass destruction, such as rifles, explosives, and military vehicles.]

I knew it!

The local gangs are so rude!

You guys started it!!

Zhang Ailun smiled coldly, "What drug cartel? If you're so capable, then cross the river."

白马？定叫他有来无回！

A powerful blow!

If you piss me off, I'll just get a visa, cross the river, and raze your whole hometown to the ground.

International laws still need to be followed, and visas still need to be obtained. Don't worry about what you do there; you're not on this side of the river anyway, so why would I harm America?

[Daily Intelligence: Zorro, a retired dark web assassin, lost everything due to gambling. Last night, after getting drunk at a bar, he played Russian roulette with members of the Motorbike gang, winning $50 worth of jewelry. His opponent tragically shot himself, and Zorro thus offended the Motorbike gang members, who launched a manhunt against him. In his drunken state, he was forced to single-handedly fight his way through the local Motorbike gang, sustaining three gunshot wounds. He is currently unconscious and hiding in a Chevrolet with license plate TEXAS-59-B2 on Julu Street.]

[Details: One of the pieces of jewelry he carried was a gold ball mask, once worn by Elizabeth Taylor and inlaid with one hundred small diamonds, which was later collected by a wealthy Mexican businessman.]

Good heavens. This place is truly chaotic, even more so than Little Rock! These people are either shooting or on their way to shoot!

Elizabeth Taylor? Is she the Hollywood socialite who went from age 18 to 78, had eight marriages, seven ex-husbands, and was labeled as a diamond jewelry marketing pundit?

Zhang Ailun was somewhat surprised.

But this is not surprising. The person has worn more diamond jewelry in their lifetime than most people have ever seen, which makes the overall collection value not so high and greatly reduces it.

The value of diamonds varies depending on their origin and rarity. Even if a 100-carat low-quality diamond is unearthed, it's only worth as glass.

But for a woman to reach this level, being pursued by men her whole life, that's truly something else.

However, he was quite interested in this guy named Zorro. A real tough guy? He could chase down more than a dozen people all by himself? And slaughter his way through the entire Motorbike Kingdom?

Are you some kind of Wu Song from the US-Mexico border? The more you drink, the stronger you get?

Let me see what's going on.

After putting away his phone, Zhang Ailun left the motel room and went downstairs, where he saw Old Jack and the Beggar Clan disciples who had already gotten up and were having breakfast.

"You guys are up really early! Who bought breakfast? Why didn't anyone call me for lunch?"

So you're trying to hog all the profits, huh? Behind the leader's back? What kind of behavior is this!

"These breakfasts were brought over by those people from Boro. They're being so helpful out of the blue; they must have something for us to do! They might bring some people over later. You were so tired yesterday, so we thought you might get up a little later." Old Jack complained, but he ate with relish; after all, food is innocent.

"They also brought the remaining $100,000, right here." Old Jack pointed to the box next to him. "It's been counted, and the amount is not a penny off."

Zhang Ailun opened it and glanced at it; it was full of banknotes. He nodded and put it away.

"What's wrong? Didn't you sleep well?" Zhang Ailun looked at Old Jack, who had dark circles under his eyes and looked somewhat listless, and teased him with a smile. He then walked over and picked up a chicken roll from the table to fill his stomach.

"Dude, don't you know what you did last night? I can understand that you young people have a lot of energy, after all, I've been that age once, but aren't you going a bit too far?"

Old Jack was having some doubts about life, and he just couldn't understand how the Grand Master could be so powerful.

Are you really not on drugs?

One person against two, and the battle lasted so long. After the first battle was over, I thought you were going to sleep, but unexpectedly, a second battle started in full swing. It was earth-shattering and never-ending.

This made him, who lived next door, toss and turn in bed unable to sleep, and he also wanted to order some takeout.

But he had already been drained dry by Mrs. Abby during the day, and when he got home, he was helpless against his wife's nagging.

Old Jack sighed.

Beast!

He's a complete jerk!

Could you spare me a little energy?

Zhang Ailun: Can't you just hand over the people you can't handle to me?

Of course, the Grand Master would never be such a beast.

"Boss, when are we leaving?" Boketu asked.

"No rush. It's not easy to travel so far. Staying an extra day to appreciate the scenery and culture here is a good thing, isn't it?" Zhang Ailun smiled.

"What's so admirable about this dump?" Old Jack scoffed. "It's all shady dealings, red-light districts, prostitutes, underground casinos, bathhouses, massage parlors. You have to be careful not to get shot while walking down the street; bullets graz your scalp. Surviving here is way harder than in Los Angeles!"

That's right, the Grand Master already witnessed the beautiful scenery and the police's enforcement efforts yesterday.

Those 'NPCs' are having a tough time here. Apart from white people, they have virtually no protection, and even white people have to be careful.

If you're a Texan whose ancestors weren't ranchers, cowboys, or outlaws, I wouldn't recommend living here.

After all, Texas has lax enforcement of laws, allowing people to carry guns on the streets. Given that it's a border city between the US and Mexico, the security situation is predictable.

What if your neighbor is a drug dealer, and your arch-enemy comes to take revenge, accidentally goes to the wrong house, walks in, and beats you to death without saying a word? Who can you blame then?

Florida may have a lot of talented people, but it's still a developed urban area, and in some ways, it's not as extreme as this place. There are just a lot of crazy people there, but here it's truly horrible!

"It seems there was a smuggling incident at the port area last night. Those who came across the coast by ship injured several police officers and fled into the city. They are currently wanted by the police, and many bounty hunters have taken on the job. Even the local gangsters are very interested."

Blitz said, "When I woke up, I saw Boro's men driving out to look for people, after all, each person is worth ten thousand dollars! The attack on the officers also angered some people in the police department, and crossed their line."

"These local police departments are indeed better off financially than the Los Angeles Police Department."

Zhang Ailun clicked his tongue: "He must have collected a lot of bail and protection money on a regular basis."

Even gangs and local bullies are helpless when faced with corrupt cops extorting money from them. It's like a mouse encountering a cat—unless they decide they don't want to stay in Laredo anymore.

I can't be bothered with you selling powder and leaves on a regular basis, but if you don't give me some "tribute money" when you see me, how can I tolerate you?

See that auditor over there? Apparently, he was sent by higher-ups to cause us trouble. You, go and deal with him!

If you fake your accidental death, you won't have to pay your protection money next month.

A den of snakes and rats, who could stand that?

The police officers here have an incredibly wide range of authority and enforcement power, almost on par with the scale of business transactions within the military region. The only difference is that one only sells weapons, with the highest bidder winning, while the other dares to sell and buy anything.

"A hotel on the next street also caught fire," the Beggar Clan disciple said. "I saw it clearly when I was on duty early yesterday morning. It was set on by a few motorcycle gangs. By the time the fire trucks arrived, the fire had spread quite a bit, but it seems that only a few people were burned. Once the fire was put out, everything was fine."

Zhang Ailun searched and found only fragments of information, practically no trace. He sighed, "Is this kind of news even worth publishing here?"

Local residents are probably already used to it. Almost everything that makes the news and trends is something that has resulted in a death.

If it's just a regular car accident or a fight, no one will pay attention if one or two people die. It's only when five or six people die at once, are shot, or when a police officer is killed, or when someone with a special status, such as a leader or a member of parliament, has some influence in the local area, that it will be given a grand introduction.

The risk of losing a mayor and city councilor here is probably second only to that in Mexico, since the customs and atmosphere are no different from those in Nuevo Laredo across the river. Meanwhile, the police chiefs and sheriffs who hold real power are doing very well.

The more prosperous the place, the lower the status of the bureau chief. For example, in Los Angeles, he has to act entirely according to the whims of the mayor, city councilors, and various financial backers. He can easily be investigated and removed from office.

Even the economic development of Little Rock and Palm Valley is not too bad compared to other regions in the state.

In more chaotic and economically underdeveloped areas, those with military backing wield more real power.

Because the law is basically ineffective here, the light of civilization is too dim! To survive here, you need an M4.

Even mayors and city councilors need my people's protection to survive and govern; they can't pretend to be anything they're not. If you dare say anything about drug prohibition, you'll be having all sorts of wild speculations at home the next day!

How would I, the police chief, know who did it? I'm investigating right now!

I advise you to be sensible; discretion is the better part of valor. Come here for a quick fix, then head back to Houston, the capital of Texas.

"If you're interested in those wanted lone swimmers, I've received some intelligence that can help you." Zhang Ailun sent a few approximate location messages to the Beggars' Sect disciples.

"Ten thousand dollars per person. They attacked police officers yesterday, and at least a dozen of them escaped. There are no cameras at the port, and it's pitch black, so we can only find them by their appearance. If we're lucky, we can catch them before the bounty hunters and local thugs on the street. We can earn at least fifty or sixty thousand dollars a day!"

The Beggars' Sect disciples immediately became interested. They discussed going out to try their luck based on the information given by their leader.

The Grand Master would never personally handle such a minor task; he would delegate it entirely to the Beggars' Sect disciples. If they actually caught the culprit, they would simply share the spoils with the Grand Master.

Under normal circumstances, it is still very difficult to find people. After all, although Laredo is chaotic, you really don't see many homeless people on the street.

One issue is that Laredo's economic development is really not good. Its revenue is not impressive, no one is developing real estate, and no one is willing to invest here.

The men's secret earnings were all used to seduce white women, buy villas and luxury cars, and boost the cryptocurrency market.

If the area is not prosperous, there will be no policy support or charitable organizations, and the homeless simply cannot survive; the overall environment does not allow it.

Secondly, if you dare to lie on the street in the middle of the night, you'll be dragged away and dealt with by local thugs the next second. Organ trafficking here is much more rampant than in Los Angeles!

There will be homeless people everywhere, but when the rate at which homeless people are produced cannot keep up with the rate at which they are cleared away, there will naturally be no homeless people on the streets.

After breakfast, Boketu led his Beggars' Sect disciples out to earn money, while the Grand Master also prepared to take Old Jack and Blitz out on business.

Boro arrived with his men, greeting them with a smile, "Hey! Guys! Have you finished eating? Hello, Mr. Jin!"

"Not bad, at least they found out my name." Zhang Ailun said without changing his expression, too lazy to even complain.

This guy spent all night yesterday hiring people to gather information about him, so he must have found out something. But the Grand Master is completely clean, crystal clear; anything that's publicly available for you to find out is definitely something he deliberately made you find out.

Old Jack gave a forced smile. "Get to the point. I knew your breakfasts weren't so simple."

"You've really wronged me! I was just trying to be nice to you!" Boro protested, then quickly changed the subject, saying, "But besides raising that $100,000, I do have something I want to discuss with you."

"If you're here for the Crimson Shark's people, then there's no need to say anything more."

Zhang Ailun stated bluntly, "They haven't directly provoked me, so I have no interest in getting involved in your messy affairs."

"How did you know?" Boro was startled.

"Buddy, my abilities far exceed your expectations." The Grand Master smiled slightly. "Is there anything else?"

"That's all." Boro felt a chill run down his spine.

"Okay, then make way, we need to go out and take care of some business." Zhang Ailun waved his hand kindly.

"Alright." Watching the Grand Master depart, Boro let out a long sigh of relief. He seemed hesitant to speak, yet remained silent.

Finally, she mustered her courage and said, "Mr. Jin, a friend of mine would like to invite you to dinner. They want to buy a batch of weapons from you."

"Time and place," Zhang Ailun asked.

"At 8 p.m. at the Rainbow Hotel in the port area, they are a fairly reputable team, mainly interested in your helicopter," Boro said nervously.

"Okay." Zhang Ailun nodded, then said ambiguously, "I'll sell any weaponry as long as the price is right!"

After saying that, he turned and left with his men.

So smoothly?

Bo Luo breathed a sigh of relief. After watching the others leave, he quickly took out his phone to contact the head of the White Horse Group.

"Mr. Bangkok? They've already agreed! Does that mean I don't have to pay back the $100,000 after it's done? What? The goods and the money are mine too? Great, great!" He hung up the phone, beaming with joy.

He also instructed his underlings to get to work.

(End of this chapter)