America: Starting with Daily Intelligence

Chapter 380 Unexpected Accident

Jennifer and Eileen quickly packed their luggage, changed into casual travel clothes, and came downstairs. They turned around in front of the leader and asked with a grin, "Honey, how are you feeling?"

"Nice figure, very pretty." Zhang Ailun glanced at her and said honestly about her hot body.

He took the keys to the Rolls-Royce, led the three of them out, opened the car door for them, and invited them to get in.

"Let's go, I'll drive, ladies first."

"Thank you, darling, you're so kind." Jennifer and the other two got into the Rolls-Royce Cullinan with smiles on their faces, and Zhang Ailun also sat in the driver's seat in a great mood.

After the three of them fastened their seatbelts, Zhang Ailun started the vehicle and drove away from the New Harbor Villa, heading towards the Green Field Manor in the countryside.

While on the highway, at a traffic light intersection, I took out my phone and sent a message to Old Carl, asking him to prepare drinks and food for the gathering, as I was taking people to Green Field Manor for a visit.

Old Carl: Why should I prepare things for you when you're enjoying your own estate?

Zhang Ailun: Can't I invite you to go out with me? I don't usually live in the manor, and there's nothing there. Can you share some of your supplies? Don't tell me you're out flirting with girls at the bar and don't have time to help me prepare things.

Old Karl: Okay, of course I have the time. Actually, I've been quite busy these past few days, negotiating a deal with a racetrack. I'm planning to invest some money in hosting a horse race. Would you be interested in joining me? It's sure to make money!

Zhang Ailun: I've already done quite a few businesses, and I don't know much about horse racing, so I won't get involved rashly.

Old Karl: Okay, I respect your opinion. Obviously, you're a smart man. Smart men know how to make money. If you have any other investment opportunities, please let me know. I can put up ten million, no, one million to invest!

Zhang Ailun: What can you do with this little bit of money? I happen to be planning to have Dominic acquire the Los Angeles recycling center. Are you interested? You've been in this business for half your life, you definitely know more about it than I do. Let's join forces, make it bigger and stronger, and create new glories!

Old Carl: Why is it another business related to garbage? Dude, we're billionaires now, don't we have any investments related to high-end products? Like pharmaceuticals, technology, brain interfaces, rockets, restoring sight to the blind, or something like that.

The leader was a little puzzled. Why are you doing all this? This stuff is not easy to do. If someone monopolizes it, you won't make any money at all, and it's very risky.

Zhang Ailun: Yes, buddy. I had my people develop an addiction treatment drug and signed a contract with my friend's pharmaceutical company. We can make money for the next few decades while the drug's patent is still valid. But I have some news and some bad news. Which do you want to hear?

Old Carl: Good news.

Zhang Ailun: This drug has passed the testing and approval of the drug regulatory authority and is currently in mass production and on the market. It will be used by various addicts and people suffering from the effects of addictive drugs. In the future, it will be promoted to more places, benefiting society and even the world. We will also earn billions of dollars from it! Or even more money! And we will have a good reputation.

Old Carl: Great, that's wonderful news! And the bad news?

Zhang Ailun: The bad news is that most people won't even live to see the drug rolled out to other states or even the world before being assassinated by drug cartels and the deep state's squid capital. I'm not planning on getting you to invest either; we don't lack investment.

Old Karl: ...?

Old Karl: Is it that scary? Then why did you invest in this drug?

Zhang Ailun: As you said, this is a high-end industry and very profitable, which is why I invested. I have people and guns, so I'm not afraid of being assassinated at all. What about you? Do you still want to invest in high-end industries now? Like chips, artificial satellites, brain interfaces and such.

Old Carl: Forget it, I've thought about it. Actually, there's not much difference between investing in ordinary industries and investing in high-end industries. It's all about making money anyway. I'll just invest in a garbage recycling plant instead.

Old Carl: I've been in this industry for half my life, and I'm really an expert. Besides, in this line of work, our opponents are just homeless people and local bullies, not terrorists, drug cartels, capitalists, or anything like that...right? The key is, I'm not short of money! Why would I need to invest?

Zhang Ailun: I'm pleased that you grasped this so quickly. So why aren't you hurrying up and preparing the things for the banquet? Instead, why are you thinking about these trivial things here? If you don't enjoy life, how many more years do you have left to live?

Old Carl: I'll be right there!! Then we can have a proper talk about your recycling business. I may have money, but I don't mind making a little more.

Zhang Ailun: You can talk to Dominic in detail, and he will help you handle this matter.

Old Karl: OK.

Having finally managed to swindle Old Karl away, the leader put away his phone and breathed a sigh of relief. Only after the red light turned green did he continue driving out of the city.

Oliveira, who was watching their conversation closely, asked with some doubt, "After the drug you invested in is promoted, will you really be assassinated by drug cartels or even other people? Is it because it touched their interests?"

Zhang Ailun noticed her worry and immediately reassured her, "Don't worry, it's nothing like that. I was just teasing old man Carl. America is a society governed by the rule of law, such a thing won't happen. Even if something does happen, I'll negotiate a solution with them."

If you can't solve the problem, then solve the problem of the person who caused it.

However, it's not convenient for the Grand Master to say this outright.

"You think this is safe? It seems you don't understand the West Coast area at all," Olivia couldn't help but complain.

Unfortunately, a car accident soon occurred on the highway: an elderly white man and a burly black man collided head-on, their tires flying off and their front ends crushed. The two drivers, disliking each other, immediately started fighting, causing a traffic jam.

But the elderly white man was no match for the black man and was quickly pinned to the ground.

Zhang Ailun was forced to slam on the brakes and pull over to the side of the road. Looking out the window at the accident, he said casually, "It's okay, someone will take care of it."

Olivia gloated, "You get used to this kind of thing after a while. Is this what a society governed by law is like? When the authorities come, who knows who they'll take care of first?"

Police cars arrived quickly, and several state troopers got out and immediately set up their positions without saying a word.

"Great! It's an American police officer! That white old man is saved! We'll be free from traffic soon!" Eileen said happily.

Jennifer retorted, "Oh! You're celebrating too soon. The roads aren't congested anymore, but people are going to meet their maker. Perhaps we should prepare body bags for them in advance."

Eileen asked doubtfully, "Is it for that black man? Will the police take care of him?"

Jennifer said, "No, both the hostage and the criminal need a bag; this is clearly no small matter. If you can't solve the problem, then solve the person who caused it! That's the usual approach of law enforcement officers."

Listening to their ghostly conversation, Zhang Ailun couldn't help but twitch his lips. Olivia added, "Watch less of those body camera videos of American police officers online. They're actually pretty nice people; at least the officers Ailun and I have met have been very easy to talk to!"

"Of course they'd talk to you because Alan is Asian and so rich. What if you were a poor Black man?" Jennifer asked, posing a probing question.

The two leaders had nothing to say about this, because everything she said was true.

When the officers got out of their vehicle and saw the scene was getting agitated, they all drew their pistols, aimed them at the other side, and shouted warnings to the black man to drop his weapons.

Old Hei was stunned and quickly raised his hands, "Sir, I don't have a weapon."

"Fuck you, you're definitely hiding in your belt. Locke! Keep an eye on him! Hey! Put your hands up so we can see you." One of the senior state troopers cursed, clearly having taken plenty of administrative leave in his career.

"I've already raised it!! I swear I wasn't carrying a deadly weapon, this was just an accident! I hope you won't treat me like this!" Old Black was terrified and shouted loudly in grievance.

"We didn't see anything! Hey sir, are you alright?" the officer asked the elderly white man on the ground, but the man seemed to have fainted and didn't respond at all.

The police officers immediately became anxious upon seeing the scene, showing great concern for the other party's safety, and took out their walkie-talkies to notify the dispatch center.

"There's been a conflict on Highway 46. A Black man attacked a white man. The elderly man has been knocked down, bleeding from the head, and his condition is unknown! Requesting an ambulance!"

"Sir, please hold on, the ambulance is on its way!" the officer shouted.

The old white man, who had been lying dead on the ground, suddenly sprang to his feet upon hearing this, looking refreshed and energetic.

He grumbled, "Hey! Who the hell told you to call an ambulance? I can't afford that! I'm fine now! Get the ambulance back! Bullshit!!"

Police officer: "..."

"See this badge? I was a boxing champion when I was young! You think I can't beat this black guy? I'm just a little tired and want to lie down and enjoy the beauty of nature! What's it to you?"

The old white man produced forged identification, pointed at the police officers, and verbally abused them vehemently, displaying extreme arrogance.

He added at the end, "My son is a Los Angeles city councilman!"

Oh, I see. Then it's alright.

The officers, who were initially about to lose control and were about to pull out their rubber batons, were miraculously forced back down by a strange force.

The black people next to them were stunned. This is insane...

Left with no other option, the officers had to put away their pistols. The senior state trooper also looked at the black man with great reluctance.

Old Hei even instantly understood his eyes at that moment; they were filled with reluctance to take a vacation when it was not possible.

He instantly changed his attitude and was extremely grateful to the white old man who saved him, but the white old man was not grateful at all, calling him a black devil and demanding that he pay for his medical expenses.

But the black man didn't dare to refuse, so he obediently compensated him, admitted his mistake, and then went with the state police to give a statement at the scene.

Several police cars arrived later to join the commotion, but seeing that the matter had been resolved, they sighed helplessly. They had thought they would have a chance to take a day off, but look at this mess, it's really boring.

He then turned around and started directing traffic again, allowing vehicles to pass. The leader's Rolls-Royce had a high priority because the vehicle was very expensive, and other car owners and police officers consciously gave way and lined up behind it.

"Sir, could you please take this injured person to the nearest hospital? Because it's not convenient for ambulances to get out of the way, and the other vehicle was damaged, we need to go to the next location to direct traffic. We might need your help!" The officer notified the owner of the Bumblebee next door, who had been watching the whole thing and readily agreed.

The elderly white man, clutching his hastily bandaged head, reluctantly got into the car, still muttering curses. "Black people these days are so strange. I call them 'niggers' and they still have to smile and thank me? Times have really changed. Back in my dad's and my deceased grandfather's time, they wouldn't have dared to treat me like this, because I would have already lashed out with my whip! Hey, couldn't you have arranged for me to ride in that Rolls-Royce?"

"That's someone else's car, and there's a girl in it," the police officer said helplessly.

"I like young girls the most," the old man replied in a rather smug way.

The officer rolled his eyes and decided to ignore him.

"That old man's mouth is so foul, he deserves to get beaten up. That black man looks like the stable type," Zhang Ailun also commented.

Olivia and the other two nodded in agreement, feeling that the black man had gone too far. He shouldn't have hit him on the head; he should have swollen his mouth so he couldn't speak.

Under the direction of the state police, vehicles gave way, and the leader's vehicle was able to pass without obstruction. He rolled down his window, waved to express his gratitude, and then stepped on the gas and drove away from the troublesome place.

Soon, they arrived at Green Field Town half an hour later, and no further accidents occurred during the journey.

However, seeing the fences already erected in the town, dozens of acres of land had been taken over, and there wasn't even an entrance to be found. Zhang Ailun had to take a long detour around the town before he finally found the gate of his manor. Moreover, there was no one in charge of guarding the gate; there were only two security cameras.

He had no choice but to drive the car in and park it somewhere in the manor.

"I haven't been back for days, and I can't even find my own house..." The leader couldn't help but complain.

"Is this your estate? It's so luxurious! It's so big!" Jennifer exclaimed as she and Eileen got out of the car.

"There are even more interesting places to go. It'll get even more lively once the rest of the group arrives. I can take you horseback riding, hunting, and an open-air barbecue," Zhang Ailun replied.

Then he took out his phone and called the Beggars' Sect disciples in the manor, telling them to come and pick him up.

Upon receiving the news, the Beggars' Sect disciples quickly arrived in a pickup truck. They got out and greeted him warmly, "Boss, you're here!"

"Get your hunting rifles and bows ready. Where's my horse?" Zhang Ailun asked.

"Torch and Clipper are on the other side of the ranch. They've been doing quite well lately. The professional horse trainers Mr. Alfred hired are taking good care of them, and they're out for a walk in the ranch now," the Beggar Clan disciple replied.

"Okay, take me straight there. Leave a few people here to guard the gate. If anyone comes over later, just invite them to the ranch to find us," Zhang Ailun nodded and said.

"Boss, get in the car. Our ranch is too big; walking will waste a lot of time." The Beggar Clan disciple waved from the car.

"Okay." Zhang Ailun didn't refuse. Although his private island was larger than the manor, walking on the ranch did take a lot of time.

After getting into the pickup truck with Jennifer and the other two, the Beggar Clan disciple started the vehicle and drove them to the ranch on the other side of the manor.

(End of this chapter)