America: Starting with Daily Intelligence

Chapter 272 Sending them back to their hometown

Zhang Ailun drove to the Las Vegas villa area where Coulson was located. The other party had already invited experts to conduct an assessment, but obviously the results were not very good.

After careful examination, experts concluded that "this Garno lioness piece is not in the same condition as those consigned at auction."

"What do you mean?" Coulson had a bad feeling.

"I can't guarantee that this $60 million antique is genuine."

"Isn't this a certificate?" Coulson was taken aback and quickly took out those authoritative certificates to show him.

"It's obvious these documents are fake. I've never heard of CBG, this international authentication agency, Mr. Colson. You'd better be prepared to be scammed," the authentication expert advised.

His words made Coulson's vision go black, and he almost lost his balance and fell to the ground.

People from the nearby real estate qualification department also rushed over, understood the situation, and studied the documents and contracts. They immediately said, "I'm sorry, Mr. Coulson, this luxury villa you are in is currently owned. The other party has no intention of selling the villa. It was just rented to a few black people a while ago. These are the lease terms signed by both parties."

"How is this possible!?" Coulson was struck dumb, staring at the black and white documents on the paper, trembling with fear.

He hurriedly pulled out the documents he had signed, like a drowning person grasping at a straw, pleading, "These are the property deeds those people gave me, along with the mortgage agreement and transfer documents! They even have the official stamps from the Las Vegas authorities on them!"

The relevant department personnel glanced at it and immediately determined: "It's fake. We could never have drafted such a contract, nor have we issued any related mortgage documents."

"..."

Coulson was completely numb, collapsing to the ground in a cold sweat. Suddenly, a bad feeling crept over him, and he guessed the truth of what had happened.

When the experts and relevant personnel realized that things had escalated, they made an excuse and left.

He cautioned, "Perhaps you could provide the local police with the identities of those individuals, and they would then conduct an arrest and investigation. But it's best not to get your hopes up too high; those black men you mentioned appear to be a group of repeat international criminals, requiring a CIA investigation."

Several security guards in the community watched the spectacle with envy, initially admiring that someone had moved into a villa worth 20 million yuan. However, they soon discovered that it was a group of swindlers who had been deceived and had been cheated out of tens of millions of yuan.

He immediately came over and reminded him, "Sir, unauthorized persons are not allowed to linger here. Please leave the villa area as soon as possible, otherwise we will expel you."

Coulson: "..."

This statement made his already impoverished family even worse off.

Turning around and seeing Zhang Ailun approaching, she ran over in a state of near collapse, her emotions exploding, and cried out, "Oh no! Mr. Jin!! I've been scammed! I'm doomed!!"

"Really?" Zhang Ailun asked, somewhat surprised. "Where's your mansion?"

"What mansion! It's fake! It's a bunch of scammers, and that damn manager is in cahoots with them. They just wanted to swindle my money, and now I might even owe the casino $2500 million." Coulson was on the verge of tears.

He knew the tricks of the trade all too well. He had partnered with the casino to buy antiques. If he turned around and said the antiques were fake, the other party would definitely not admit it. Instead, they would accuse him of replacing the antiques and demand his investment money back.

Coulson was filled with remorse.

Zhang Ailun also sighed, "If you walk by the river often enough, you're bound to get your shoes wet. What are you going to do now?"

"I can only pray that they don't come after me for the debt right away and push me too hard, otherwise I'll have no choice but to fight them to the death!" Coulson's face was grim. He gritted his teeth and finally decided to leave Las Vegas to lay low for a while.

"Your mindset is still pretty good. I thought you would go and settle scores with them right away." Zhang Ailun looked at the indignant Coulson. Although he realized he had been tricked, he had not lost his temper.

Coulson sighed helplessly. Was it that he didn't want to? No, it was that he dared not!

If he also had guns, cannons, and connections, after suffering such a huge loss, he would definitely come knocking on their door immediately to demand his money back and settle accounts.

But in reality, he had absolutely no capital to compete with the casino.

A head-on confrontation is futile. Casinos face all sorts of unexpected events every day, some of which rely on connections and influence. If he tries to fight against them, he'll surely be sunk to the bottom of the sea the next day.

"Since you provided me with 5 million in funding, you can take this 500,000 and spend it. Don't say I'm being unreasonable." Zhang Ailun took out 500,000 US dollars and handed it to the other party.

Coulson sighed and accepted the $500,000. "That's all I can do. Thank you for your help, Mr. Kim. I will definitely repay your kindness."

He started thinking about what to do next. Luckily, he wasn't married and was still single, so he wouldn't be separated from his wife and children. It just meant he wouldn't be able to frequently play duo or even trio games with hot girls anymore.

"I know an Indian guy in Texas whose family owns a casino. If you have nowhere to go, you can go to his place to lay low. He also often goes to casinos in Laredo to play games. If you're determined to make a comeback, maybe he can offer you some help," Zhang Ailun said.

"Really? I was just wondering where to go next. If you can help me, I will definitely do my best to repay your kindness!" Coulson was overjoyed.

Zhang Ailun immediately gave Coulson the contact information of the Native American man, Quepa, and sent him a message claiming that a friend of his who ran a pawn shop had been scammed and lost everything, and might need his help.

There's no need to give him money or other support. If possible, just open a small shop for him near the casino, or keep him around to help with appraisals. He's a talented person and will be a great help.

The other party agreed without hesitation.

Quipa: Don't worry, friend, your friend is my friend. Let him come! I'm planning to go to Laredo again next week to acquire those two underground casinos. He can make money here.

Zhang Ailun: OK.

Zhang Ailun chatted with the other party for a few more minutes, then put away his phone and turned to Coulson, saying, "It's all settled. My friend is planning to invest in a casino in Laredo. No matter how capable the people at Brilliant Casino are, they can't possibly go there to collect their debts."

"Laredo?" Coulson's face turned green upon hearing this. "Isn't that a border city between the US and Mexico? I've heard that people often die from shootings there."

"Staying here is no different from being dead," Zhang Ailun said. "If you're really capable, you can definitely start over over there too."

"Alright, thank you for your help, Mr. Kim." Coulson took the money, glanced one last time at the bustling city of Las Vegas, slung his bag over his shoulder with a complicated expression, and turned to leave.

Zhang Ailun also took a taxi and left the gambling city of Las Vegas. He took out his phone to check the location information and found that the group of black people had stopped in a small town in the countryside.

He sent a message to Sig and the Beggars' Sect disciples, asking how they were doing.

Sig: We're heading to a small town in the countryside. Their location information has stopped, so they must have found a place to rest. As long as they don't continue to run away, we can catch these guys anytime!

Zhang Ailun: Okay, I'm on my way too.

The driver drove away from the gambling city of Las Vegas and didn't want to go any further when he reached the outskirts. Zhang Ailun didn't make things difficult for him and paid the bill.

I got off the bus and started hiking on the desert road at night. I also sent my location to the Beggars' Sect disciples so they could come pick me up by helicopter.

After walking a short distance, accompanied by the roar of motorcycles, several teenagers with stunts came up to him. Zhang Ailun looked back.

The other person immediately honked their horn at him, raised their middle finger, and said, "Hey! Asian! Aren't you afraid of getting robbed walking alone on a suburban highway? Are you homeless?"

"What did you say?" Zhang Ailun frowned, showing no mercy to the group. He immediately pulled out his Vector, cocked it with two quick clicks, and pointed the dark muzzle at them. "You fucking know this is the middle of nowhere, you white pigs, get out of the car!!"

The boy with the will-o'-the-wisp was instantly stunned. The leader turned his motorcycle around and ran away, leaving only a blond-haired guy who had been standing still and had to fumble his way onto the motorcycle.

The leader rushed up and kicked the man to the ground, grabbed him by the collar, and shoved him in the forehead. "I didn't hear you clearly. Could you please say it again?"

"I was wrong! Dude! You're so cool! I didn't do anything! I was just speeding on the road, please don't shoot!!" The boy with the ghost fire was terrified and raised his hands high in horror.

They immediately became obedient.

"You've come at the right time. I'm still missing a means of transportation. As long as you drive me for a while, I won't hold you responsible." Zhang Ailun let go of him, patted him on the shoulder, and the other party quickly agreed, got on his motorcycle, and drove the leader for a while.

They arrived at a gas station on a desert highway, parked nearby, and Zhang Ailun got out of the car, took out $20, and handed it to the timid and submissive man, saying, "Take this, consider it your fare."

"Big brother, you're not thinking of killing me to silence me, are you?" The blond-haired man was on the verge of tears and didn't dare to take the item.

"Do you think I'm that kind of person? You think I'll just take it because you told me to?" Zhang Ailun scolded, and the other party had no choice but to bite the bullet and accept it.

The blond-haired man also warned, "There are a lot of coyotes and cougars around here. You'd better not go hiking at night. A while ago, a traveler was eaten after spending the night there. The local police and animal protection organizations said they've increased manpower to manage the situation, but it hasn't helped much."

"Thank you so much, you can go now." Zhang Ailun was amused, and it was clear that this was a naive and innocent minor.

Huang Mao quickly got on his bike and left.

After waiting for a few minutes, Zhang Ailun could hear a buzzing sound from above from a great distance. He looked up and saw his little bird helicopter, waved to the Beggars' Sect disciples, and the pilot landed on the open ground next to the gas station.

Hearing the noise, the gas station employees came out and glanced at the armed helicopter with some curiosity. Zhang Ailun ignored them, boarded the helicopter, and directed the Beggar Clan disciples to operate it and take off, heading towards the next location.

When they arrived at the small town, they saw that Sig had been waiting with his men for a long time. There were also several black men tied up, fat and dirty-faced. Weren't they the wealthy Central Africans?

Seeing the helicopter land on the nearby plains, Zhang Ailun got off and, looking at their disheveled appearance, greeted them and joked, "Hey! Isn't this the royal brothers from Central Africa? What happened to you in such a sorry state after just one hour?"

"It's you? Mr. Jin! It's a misunderstanding! A misunderstanding! We didn't intend to target you in this matter!"

When the black international criminals realized that their identities had been exposed, they stopped pretending and became flustered. Their accents changed from the noble Central African accent to the down-to-earth West Coast accent.

"Don't worry, I don't plan to do anything to you, and I'm not interested in your tricks. Anyway, I don't have any losses, and I still have some use for you. I plan to sell you to wealthy people in Central Africa and send you back to your hometown. They are the real royal family. I guess when they find out that someone has tarnished their image and reputation on the international stage, they will definitely feel very unhappy and want to vent their anger on you." Zhang Ailun smiled and patted their shoulders to comfort them.

The old black men were on the verge of tears; what difference was there between that and being dead?

They really do have a wealthy family background, and they even keep lion cubs and leopards at home.

The Black man with the long name had poor mental fortitude and couldn't handle the blow; he rolled his eyes and fainted.

Zhang Ailun immediately ordered his Beggars' Sect disciples to tie them to a helicopter and transport them to the Kilimanjaro Mountains.

Sig came over carrying several bundles, which contained some tools used in the crime, jewelry, and, more importantly, two or three antiques.

"There was a total of 20 yuan in cash inside, as well as a few fake antiques with some provenance. They are planning to go to Genting Highlands in Malaysia to commit crimes next, and they have already made contact with people," Sig said.

"Keep the money, I need the jewelry, but throw away the antiques, they're worthless." Zhang Ailun waved his hand and got into the car.

After settling his things, Sieg got into the rented Jetta and drove off to Los Angeles.

It was almost midnight when we got back to the city.

Zhang Ailun had Sieg drive him to the designated location, got out of the car, said goodbye to them, and went their separate ways. He then took out his phone and sent a message to Amanda.

Zhang Ailun: I've arrived.

After waiting for a while and not receiving a reply, Zhang Ailun assumed they were asleep or having a party.

He was also preparing to turn around and leave.

He had barely turned around when he heard a loud commotion. Turning his head, he saw a disheveled woman, her face covered in cream, running out of the apartment. She was barefoot and heading straight for the leader, followed by several killers wielding buzzing chainsaws!

"WTF!!"

Zhang Ailun felt a chill run down his spine and instinctively reached for his gun.

Where did this mentally ill person come from? Chasing people around the streets with a chainsaw and killing them?

Where did you come from?

Is this still Los Angeles at around midnight?

But when the other person got close, they shouted, "Hampger!!"

"It's me." Zhang Ailun calmed down and looked at the group with suspicion.

"We've finally waited for you! We're playing a game, do you want to join now?" Amanda excitedly shook the leader's hand, clearly a little drunk.

Taking advantage of someone's misfortune is not the style of the Grand Master.

So he immediately agreed.

"I don't care. What game?"

"You play the chainsaw killer, and we play the survivors. If you can catch the survivors, you can punish us! Any punishment you want!" Amanda said excitedly.

"..." Is it that exciting?

Before the leader could react, a voluptuous woman, still attractive, handed him a chainsaw. "Hello, new killer, it's your turn now! God, I finally don't have to chase people anymore."

Panting heavily, his face flushed, he fanned himself, the large thunderbolt on his chest too big to be held in one hand.

It's clear that she's at a disadvantage in this game. Everyone else is light and has no burden at all, but she has two big lumps in front and behind her.

"Max?" Zhang Ailun barely recognized her through the colorful paint.

"Just call me Kate or Denise. I know you well, Mr. Kim! Amanda's talked about you all the time, I'm sick of it. Okay, now it's game time, the game's about to start, are you ready?" Denise said with a smile, then turned and ran off with the others, screaming.

Zhang Ailun looked at the chainsaw in his hand, weighed it in his hand, and realized it was a modified prop from the film set. Looking at the little lambs running away, he thought, "They really know how to have fun!"

There's no need to worry about disturbing the neighbors late at night, as there don't seem to be many residents nearby.

He immediately rolled up his sleeves, pulled the latch, and started the chainsaw. It buzzed and billowed black smoke. "Okay, Johnny's here!!"

(End of this chapter)