America: Starting with Daily Intelligence-Chapter 264 - 165 Suburban Fire_3

Swerving the steering wheel, the car plunged into the undergrowth with a clang, forcibly stopping—its bumper dented.

"Don’t spare the bullets, keep firing!!" Allen Zhang emptied a magazine and, swapping in a new one, pulled the trigger, riddling the two Toyota Highlanders with relentless gunfire.

After bombarding the vehicles for well over a minute, the cars were wrecked, and the shrubs and trees had been shot to pieces.

Sieg held the General Sect Leader’s hand to stop him from firing. There was no need to keep shooting—the car was about to explode! That kid had taken so many bullets, he must be stone-cold by now.

Only then did Allen Zhang cease fire and, cursing under his breath, stood up and ordered someone to check.

"Boss, the guy’s dead," the Beggar Gang Disciples reported after a check, reassuringly.

"Let’s just deal with it here. Damn, what an accident—navigating the roads at night and getting hit by bullets."

Waving his hand dismissively, Allen Zhang wasn’t keen on seeing the gruesome scene. On the outskirts of town at night, it’s nothing unusual for a body to be a few extra pounds heavier with bullets.

Sieg and the others immediately began to clean the crime scene, dragging the cars out to an open area where they were set ablaze. Smoke billowed up and with a loud bang, the vehicles exploded, quickly reducing the Highlanders to burnt-out shells, the air dense with the scent of barbecue and engine oil.

Having heard the gunshots early on, Tommy and Matthew had been hiding out in a warehouse, trembling until the fire outside died down, only then daring to emerge.

Seeing the aftermath, Tommy couldn’t help but gasp, "Who were they? Hitmen? Did you piss someone off?"

"You should ask this guy here, about his wonderful friends! Those guys actually had the guts to come out to the suburbs to shoot at us! Luckily we’re pros," said Allen Zhang irritably.

Looking at Matthew’s pale face, he added malevolently, "Buddy, you’re going to compensate us for our loss!!"

"I’ll pay you back," Matthew replied honestly, not expecting those Black people to be so audacious, "but right now I can only come up with 2000 US Dollars."

"What do you take us for? Some begging riff-raff? This won’t settle for less than 10000 US Dollars! And you better keep quiet about this around town. Are your friends well acquainted with these Black people?" Allen Zhang demanded.

"You can rest assured, they are street orphans, their parents died long ago, they don’t have any friends," Matthew said earnestly: "I only befriended them because I thought they could help me out. Don’t worry! I’ll definitely gather the money as soon as possible and transfer it to your account."

Having obtained his promise and taken the 2000 US Dollar cash, Allen Zhang finally let it go and led his men away from the suburban factory site.

Driving back to the bridge encampment, the night had deepened. Allen Zhang bid farewell to the Beggar Gang Disciples, distributing the 2000 US Dollar cash among them as getaway money. He got out of the car and checked the Jeep—with only the fender and taillights riddled with bullet holes, the rest was fine.

After a hasty repair and sticking labels to conceal the marks, he planned to have Sieg take it in for proper repairs another day.

Back in the RV, Dominic and Jennifer were already asleep.

Allen Zhang washed up quickly, browsed short videos on his phone for a while, and then drifted off to sleep.

The next day.

When Allen Zhang woke up, he felt a moist warmth and, opening his eyes and lifting the covers, saw Jennifer sneakily indulging.

"Hsss... What are you doing, Jennifer?"

Startled, he turned to find that they were alone in the RV, the camp eerily silent. Glancing out the window, he saw the sun was already high in the sky.

Checking his phone, he realized he had stayed up until about 2 a.m. watching short videos, having overslept for once.

Jennifer smiled, "Dear, you missed breakfast time. You were sleeping so soundly, I didn’t wake you. Are you satisfied with my wake-up service?"

"It seems like you haven’t had breakfast either," Allen Zhang remarked, his mouth twitching.

Jennifer climbed on top, becoming the Female Knight, shedding her clothes and taking out a carton of milk with a naughty grin: "No worries. I’ve also prepared milk for you! Would you like to drink it straight, or relive the joys of childhood?"

Hiss... If you’re going to play like that, then I might indeed be feeling a bit hungry.

An hour later. The General Sect Leader remained ostensibly unsatisfied—the milk was simply delicious.