America: Starting with Daily Intelligence-Chapter 242 - 158: Realized Your Mistake? No, You Realize You’re About to Die!_2

The Wasp boss compromised, like a frost-bitten eggplant, and confessed dejectedly: "I posted a job on the Los Angeles black market app, paid them $9,000, and they promised to handle this matter cleanly. By the time they make a move on you, I will have already left the West Coast by plane. My flight is at four in the afternoon. They should be resting at the motel now."

He spilled the beans completely.

"My life is only worth $9,000? No one else is involved?" Allen Zhang said dissatisfied. Are you even professional? Do you have any taste?

I’m so hard to kill, and you think you can take my life for $9,000?

A miser. No wonder everyone says you’re stingy.

"They said they are professionals, they absolutely will not fail, and they won’t implicate me. The normal price for such a job is just $4,000."

The Wasp boss said with a morose face: "Ten thousand dollars, that’s already a lot. Only I and they know about this, and there’s no one else aware of the plan. Damn it, I shouldn’t have trusted those two Black Devils! It must have been them that let the cat out of the bag! How on earth did you find out about me?"

"Just as you suspect."

Allen Zhang did not solve his puzzle, and continued: "Did you just mention the word ’nigger’? Great! Now you’ve got yourself a charge of racial discrimination! We will hand you over to the police to deal with!"

He gave a signal to Sieg, and they left the room, saying, "Leave two people here to watch him, we’ll go to the motel to catch those two Black people. Then notify the loan sharks."

"What about the money? Notify the loan sharks to do what? Not calling the police?" Sieg asked in astonishment. Was everything you just said a bluff?

"The money’s all spent, hasn’t it? And he had no intention of paying it back. Just take the cash to an ATM on the street, deposit it into the card with a single donation, and print out a charity donation receipt for him."

Allen Zhang answered casually: "Why call the police when we can settle this matter privately, the fewer people know the better. Otherwise, I’ll have to give Officer Mig another box of cookies."

Sieg looked at him with an odd expression, you’re quite a character.

"You just mentioned sending people to jail."

Allen Zhang patted his shoulder, "You need to be flexible. With charity donations, too many people are involved. It’s better to let it stay buried, only the dead don’t talk too much, otherwise I’d be in trouble."

In case the guy in there starts yapping and screws up the deal, what if the shelter, Cooper, and those bosses blame us?

Can we live with that?

"Ok!" Sieg immediately turned and went upstairs to give instructions.

Bailey and another person stayed behind to guard, while the rest followed Allen Zhang into the car.

Allen Zhang started the Jeep and drove towards the motel, passing a street intersection, he saw an ATM, temporarily stopped the car, and asked Sieg to make a deposit.

Just so happened to see a few old Blacks waiting for a windfall at the roadside. They jogged over from across the street when they saw Sieg taking out cash, intending to casually join in for a Zero-Dollar Purchase!

Fuck! These Black Devils really have no class, can’t you let a man deposit his money in peace?

"Hey! Black Devils! What are you doing?" Allen Zhang rolled down the car window, aimed the gun at them, "Move aside! Ok? I don’t want to butcher you guys here!"

"Oh shit! They’ve got guns!"

"Buddy, you’re so cool! We’re out of here!" The old Blacks were shocked, quickly raised their hands to show they were no threat, turned their heads, and fled in panic.

"Should we give them a beating?" Richie asked, looking at the fleeing old Blacks, remembering the days when he begged on the streets and how he’d often been bullied by these guys.

"Better to mind our own business than to look for trouble. We’ve got more pressing matters to attend to now," Allen Zhang didn’t want to start more problems. Those old Blacks had dark foreheads, looked young, and won’t live long, a matter of time marked by a peanut’s worth.

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Sieg finished the deposit and got back in the car, feeling a bit annoyed about what had just happened, "Why are there so many Black people on this street?"

"This is the 13th District. In Newton District, even Batman would be skinned alive. Blood Gang and Limp Gang both have turf here." Allen Zhang said, "We better not stir up trouble here."

Took out his phone and saw the deposit alert.

+49000 US Dollar.

Remaining balance $184,699.

No fat horse without night grazing, no rich man without windfall!!

Continued driving away from the street, heading to the motel, parked on the side of the road. According to the notification from Blitz’s app, it was within 50 meters.

Allen Zhang and the others got out of the car and entered the shabby-looking motel, where the front desk clerk was a Black woman.

Beggar Gang Disciples didn’t waste words with her, simply showed her the photo, "Hello, sweetheart, do you recognize these two people? Any impression?"

The Black clerk looked at them with a menacing air and was a little suspicious, "What are you doing? I have no right to reveal any information about a guest."

Before she could finish speaking, one of the Beggar Gang Disciples put $50 into her palm, admiring her, "Look at you, darling, you’re in such good shape. I like your type! Name your price, I’m willing to pay! Can you help me check them out now?"