America: Starting with Daily Intelligence

Chapter 284 Talented People

"Welcome to Thunderfire Armed Nation... Boss, what brings you here?"

Zhang Ailun pushed open the door and walked into the Armed Nation's shop. Eileen instinctively went to greet the customer when she heard the doorbell ring, and was pleasantly surprised to see that it was the Grand Master.

"I'm here to give you bonuses," Zhang Ailun replied, turning his head to see the Beggar Clan disciples packing weapons, with Jennifer assisting them and introducing and promoting the guns to the customers browsing the store.

Carrying a briefcase, I arrived at the bar and saw a bearded man hesitating between two handguns: a Beretta and a COP.

Jennifer whispered, "He's been here for over ten minutes. Apart from a few words at the beginning, he hasn't said a single word. He's acting a bit strange."

"Who on the West Coast doesn't complain?"

Zhang Ailun glanced at her outfit today: a short skirt, white stockings, blonde hair and blue eyes—she looked like an innocent high school student.

He gave her buttocks a hard pinch, which made Jennifer gasp. She quickly covered her mouth and gave him a resentful glare. Fortunately, the other guests didn't notice.

Seeing that the customer was still hesitating, Zhang Ailun asked, "Sir? What would you like to buy?"

The bearded man glanced at Zhang Ailun with surprise, and Jennifer next to him immediately said, "This is Juankin, the big boss of our Armed Nation."

"Hello, Mr. Jin." The bearded man nodded and greeted him in return.

"Hello, sir, may I ask how I should address you?" Zhang Ailun smiled slightly.

"Just call me Shuke."

"Okay, Mr. Shuke. Wait, you don't have a younger brother named Beta, do you?" Zhang Ailun felt that the name sounded very familiar.

"How did you know? Oh, I get it, you mean that animated series about brothers who fly planes and drive tanks?" The bearded man came to his senses and was somewhat speechless.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to offend you, but as the owner of Armed Nation, I'm quite familiar with the advantages of firearms, and perhaps I can offer some insights. What do you plan to use the gun for? Hunting? Self-defense? Or just for home use?" Zhang Ailun smiled.

The bearded man hesitated for a moment, then honestly replied, "I want to kill someone."

"..."

Zhang Ailun's lips twitched as he stared intently at the bearded man for two seconds. The Beggar Clan disciple who was packing and moving goods nearby was also surprised, looking at the bearded man suspiciously. This guy probably has a story behind him.

He's so strong and healthy; he doesn't seem to have bipolar disorder or mental illness, nor does he seem to have been bullied. Could it be domestic violence? Or is there disharmony in his marital life?

Zhang Ailun also fell into deep thought until the other party couldn't withstand the pressure any longer and said, "I really hope you're joking, Mr. Shuke. The weapons and ammunition in our store are all for defensive purposes and are only sold to citizens with legal qualifications."

"I understand. Don't worry, I've never been to jail, and I have no history of smoking marijuana. I even pay my social security and taxes on time, do volunteer work for free, and have received community awards. I'm a good citizen of Los Angeles," Shuk said.

To strengthen his persuasiveness, he even produced his identification.

This guy probably came prepared...

Zhang Ailun glanced at the bronze medal; it was indeed a Good Citizen Award, but it wasn't very valuable. It wasn't even as prestigious as Dominic's medal.

"Alright, Mr. Shuke, I can tell you've suffered some injustice or have something on your mind, but I sincerely want to advise you: once the arrow is released, there's no turning back. It's best not to do anything too impulsive and end up spending the rest of your life in jail regretting it," Zhang Ailun advised. "Perhaps you can talk to me; I'm very good at giving advice."

Jennifer gave the Grand Master a meaningful look. She had never seen him so good at counseling people, but he was certainly very good at it.

"Jennifer, pour our guest a glass of water. Would you like tea or coffee?" Zhang Ailun asked.

"Ice water will do," Shuke replied.

The two sat down on the sofa, and Jennifer brought over a glass of cold water.

Shuke took a sip of water, and his mood seemed to improve considerably. Zhang Ailun then probed indirectly, "Mr. Shuke, did you come alone? Didn't you come with your wife and children?"

My wife has passed away.

"Oh, I'm so sorry," Zhang Ailun immediately said, indicating that he hadn't meant it.

"It's okay, but at least she left me with a child." Shuke said calmly. "I'm a senior electrical engineer, working for a company with a stable job and a monthly salary of over ten thousand. I work hard so that I can support my child."

That's great.

"But just recently, I lost my only son. I was also laid off from my job."

"..." Zhang Ailun was speechless. "Then you really seem to be very unlucky, your life is full of tragedies."

"But that doesn't seem like a reason for you to buy a gun and kill someone. Do you want to get revenge on your boss?" Zhang Ailun asked. Since the other party had brought up the idea of ​​killing someone, it meant that he was also hesitant and hadn't made up his mind yet, and wanted to talk to someone about it.

"My son is still alive, but he has left me forever."

Shuke's words left everyone completely confused.

But the truth soon came out, and he continued, "Because he underwent gender reassignment surgery behind my back! He also took growth-inhibiting pills that the high school gave to students during lunch for two years. This caused him to stop developing and even lose his reproductive ability. I only recently discovered his abnormality; his personality and height are quite different from those of his peers."

Shuke calmly said, "At first, I felt devastated, regretful, and incredulous, thinking that I hadn't taken good care of him. But later I clearly realized that it wasn't my fault! It was all the school's fault! They kept it from us parents and instilled the idea of ​​transgenderism in the children, enticed them to participate actively, and didn't even consider our feelings at all. It's all because of that damned system and political correctness!"

"..." Zhang Ailun was also taken aback and speechless. He hesitated for a moment before asking, "So you want to take revenge on the school? Or even those politicians?"

"That's right! I not only want to get revenge on the school, but I also want to kill those politicians! I have to take them down! I've already set my sights on them, and I've entrusted my child to my younger brother's care. He's much stronger than me, more resilient, more resilient, a better student, and more accomplished. I feel very reassured leaving my child with him. I've also gotten accurate information from people on the street, confirming that those politicians will be having a gathering at a hotel tonight."

Shuke said, "This is my only chance. If I miss this opportunity, I'm afraid I'll never have a chance to successfully take revenge on them again!"

"Then I would recommend that you use some truly powerful weapons. These two little gadgets probably won't be able to fulfill your dream."

Upon hearing this, the Grand Master realized that he was a rare and formidable man and immediately decided to lend him a hand.

He beckoned to the Beggars' Sect disciples, who then retrieved two boxes of clay explosives, an unnumbered M4, and a shotgun from the armory upstairs.

"This thing is really powerful! It'll blow those beasts to smithereens!"

Shuke was also somewhat stunned when he saw the unbranded, substandard product in front of him.

"Do you know what you're doing? Supporting a murderer to kill? Don't you want to stop me? Call the police? I'm going to kill someone!" Shuke asked suspiciously.

"I just saw a father doing what he thought was right," Zhang Ailun said with a smile.

"What does this have to do with me? I'd love to see those lords die in the streets." "You gave me clay explosives, aren't you afraid of being caught later?" Shuke asked hesitantly.

"If you succeed, they'll all be blown to pieces and won't be able to piece themselves back together. How will they investigate then? If your aim were even slightly better, none of them would have survived. If you get caught by accident, I just hope you shut your mouth and give yourself a quick death, so I can see you're not a coward. Otherwise, I won't hesitate to have someone send you on your way."

"There's even less to worry about with these clay explosives. They're not exclusive to my shop. There are hundreds of gun shops in Los Angeles, and every one of them has shady dealings and excessive weapons. Every day, there are also dozens of private arms dealers on the streets doing illegal transactions with gangs. If they want to investigate, they'll investigate the arms dealers on the streets. Without any clues, they can't find out the source of the items at all."

Zhang Ailun wasn't worried at all, saying, "All you need is unwavering courage. Now, hand over the cash in your pocket! Then grab this damn clay explosive and the shotgun, and go take care of those politicians who have no anus!"

"You're a good person." Shuk stood up and took out his wallet. "How much do these weapons cost?"

"$2000," Zhang Ailun said. "If you need more technical services, there will be an additional charge, such as hacking cameras or location tracking."

Shuke immediately placed the cash on the table, then shook his head. "I'm going to do this myself, and the bigger the fuss, the better. I just hope this will ignite media attention and make more people see the harmful effects of transgender people and 'happy education'!"

"I admire your determination. Farewell, Mr. Shuk."

Zhang Ailun shook hands with him, saw him to the door, and watched him get into a pickup truck and leave the streets of the armed nation.

Jennifer looked at Zhang Ailun with admiration, "You dare to do something like this?"

After thinking for a moment, the leader of the Beggars' Sect said to the Beggars' Sect disciple beside him, "Arrange for two people to follow him. If he's not dead, then let him die."

"Understood." The Beggar Clan disciple immediately put down his work, turned around, and left.

Zhang Ailun returned to the bar, took out a stack of cash from his briefcase, and handed it to Jennifer and Eileen. "This is your share of the profits from selling weapons, two hundred thousand each."

"Honey! You're so handsome."

"When am I not handsome?" Zhang Ailun retorted.

You look exceptionally handsome today!

"We're closing early, no longer open for business." Zhang Ailun glanced at the time on the clock on the wall; there weren't many customers anyway at this hour.

"Are we about to get off work? What should we do then?" Jennifer asked excitedly.

Zhang Ailun pointed to the office on the second floor, "I think I've already booked a bed."

Jennifer immediately understood, turned around and closed the door. Under Eileen's questioning gaze, she unbuttoned her clothes, tossed them aside, and walked over with a grin.

"Honey, you can do whatever you want with me today! But I'm worried your body might not be able to handle it."

"joke."

Zhang Ailun smiled coldly: "I've got a buff today!"

He immediately picked her up and carried Eileen upstairs.

Today I'll show you just how powerful the Grand Master is when he's almost at full strength!

The door slammed shut, and soon the theme song of a pay-TV show, which made people blush, came from the second floor.

It continued until 5:30 p.m.

During his leisure time, the Grand Master also received a message from Dominic. He stroked the head of the little gluttonous cat, Erin No. 2, and gave Jennifer a chance to catch her breath.

Dominic: We have a few customers who want to sell their collections, but you'd never guess what they are!

Zhang Ailun: It can't be a nuclear weapon, right? Or it's something from outer space, something that fell from the sky?

Dominic was astonished: "You actually guessed that? Okay, it is just as you predicted, but with a slight difference. It's not a nuclear weapon, just a nuclear reactor. I don't know where the other party got it from, and they even modified it into a power generation device. From their description, it seems they've been using it for quite some time! They probably felt it wasn't very interesting to keep as a collectible and wanted to sell it to a recycling center. He's already contacted several recycling centers and scrap yards, but basically no one dares to take this thing, fearing it might emit radiation!"

Zhang Ailun: Just kidding, I wouldn't dare touch it even if you gave it to me. What if it turns into Godzilla?

Dominic: There are two other guests. One wants to sell a small satellite from his private collection, developed by Mayweather's company in collaboration with Rocket Lab. A similar satellite was launched last year and proven to be functional. The other person wants to sell an Imirak stony-iron meteorite. It's really like you said, all from outer space, all at once! I'm unsure whether to try and retrieve it, so I can only consult you. What are you doing right now?

Zhang Ailun: We're working on it.

Dominic: ...Then hurry up and come meet me when you're done, don't keep the guests waiting too long.

Zhang Ailun: You go first, I'll leave right away.

He put away his phone, looked down at the little glutton Eileen, patted her on the back to encourage her to speed up her progress.

Jennifer asked, puzzled, "Who sent you that message?"

"Dominic, there are some customers selling a few items at the recycling center, but it's a bit dangerous. I need to go check the goods."

Zhang Ailun gasped.

Soon, the sacred time of the sages began.

Jennifer helped clean up the scene.

Eileen, with her tongue sticking out and tears welling up in her eyes, was exhausted.

After cleaning and resting for a while, the three of them went downstairs, locked the security door of the Armed Nation again, started the Cullinan, and drove to the suburban navigation location sent by Dominica.

After spending some time, they arrived at the suburban warehouse area. After parking the car on the side of the road, Zhang Ailun and the two of them got out of the car and saw Dominic and David talking to the seller.

He walked over and greeted him. Looking at the disheveled, long-haired, bearded man in a hoodie, Zhang Ailun couldn't immediately tell his age and could only ask, "Sir, are you here to sell a nuclear reactor?"

"That's right, it's me. My name is Haval. You're the owner of the recycling center? You've come at the right time. Quickly persuade those two to come with me into the warehouse to check the goods. I guarantee that safety measures have been taken and there will be no risk." Haval said enthusiastically.

"May I ask where you got that nuclear reactor?" Zhang Ailun asked.

"I dug it out. There's a secret underground experimental area in the rocky wasteland a few dozen miles from my town. There was an accident more than ten years ago, resulting in a small-scale nuclear leak that killed people and caused the area to be abandoned. The nearby residents have all moved away. A few years ago, I went there to explore with my friends, and that nuclear reactor was what I fished out of the basement. I even modified and maintained it a bit to generate electricity! Hahaha!" Haver grinned, looking completely carefree.

Zhang Ailun was speechless after hearing this. Listen to that, what kind of talk is that?

Experimental area, nuclear leak, reactor power generation.

That's why some people say foreigners die young and there are fewer of them.

You actually dare to play with this thing?

But somehow nothing happened?

What a talent!!

(End of this chapter)