America: Starting with Daily Intelligence-Chapter 311 - 182: The Plan Begins

Sieg had tailored a new outfit for Bailey. Allen Zhang took the two downstairs, where the motel landlady sat at the front desk, applying lipstick and greeted them with a smile, "Leaving? Welcome back next time!"

"There will be a chance." The General Sect Leader, after all, had made 2000 US Dollars in tips, and felt it awkward to contradict the patron, merely nodded and left the motel.

They first went to the Little Rock post office to retrieve their stored equipment, then hailed a taxi on the road and headed to a Black people’s car repair shop in the Eastern suburbs.

The local taxi driver clearly understood the market, sensed the hostility of the trio, and stopped near the entrance of the repair shop, saying, "There are nails ahead. If you want to pass here, you need to take a detour, costing 9 US Dollars."

Sieg took out his wallet, handed 9 US Dollars to the taxi driver, and the three of them got out. The driver quickly turned around and sped away from the trouble spot.

Allen Zhang asked Sieg to keep watch outside while he and Bailey headed to the repair shop. Inside, an old Black man was lying on a skateboard under a car, tightening screws.

They walked straight up and kicked the fender, shouting, "Hey! Buddy, is it just you here? Where’s your boss?"

"WTF! Who are you guys?" The old Black, choked on dust, hurriedly crawled out from under the car, eyeing the unfriendly visitors and said irritably, "What do you want? If you need a repair, park outside and wait for me to check; if you’re looking for trouble, wait till I finish my work then I’ll kick your ass!"

Without another word, Bailey pulled out a pistol and pressed it against his forehead. "What the fuck did you say? Black Devil! How dare you talk to my boss like that!!"

"Hey! Bro! Let’s talk!" The old Black’s expression instantly cleared up, he threw his wrench on the ground, raised his hands and, under Bailey’s gesture, knelt down and held his head.

"I don’t know anything! I just work for others! I’ve never offended you! There’s not much of value here! You should rob in Little Rock, there are plenty of rich people there; I only have tires here."

Bailey slapped him, "Who told you to speak? Don’t say what you shouldn’t say! Where are the others?"

Dazed by the slap but unable to retort with a gun to his head, the old Black said woefully, "It’s just me here, the others took a private job, they’ll be back soon after causing some trouble during the day."

"What private job? Fucking hell, another robbery, right?" Bailey cursed.

Being a chief aide to the General Sect Leader, he had unexpectedly lost face here and had to redeem himself!

Otherwise, if the General Sect Leader disliked his tainted history and recruited new people excluding him, what would he do?

"The money that was robbed from me, was any of it yours? Your people robbed me yesterday in front of the bar in Little Rock!" Bailey accused.

Realizing that these men were here for revenge, the old Black hurriedly pulled out 20 US Dollars from his pocket, "It’s all here! I only got this much."

Furious, Bailey shouted, "My wallet had at least 1400 US Dollars!"

"That has nothing to do with me, I wasn’t part of the operation, nor did I get much share." The old Black also felt wronged, "You carrying so much cash and getting robbed, isn’t that normal? Are you from the big city? Bro, it seems you don’t understand the rules of survival in Little Rock! Even police officers have been bluntly robbed, you outsiders carrying so much cash here are just easy targets!"

Bailey was somewhat dumbfounded, he had anticipated that the security here might not be good and order was chaotic, but he didn’t expect it to be this chaotic!

Allen Zhang asked Bailey to watch the old Black while he went inside the office.

He quickly found a safe in the office, which seemed to contain some stock, and also found an unregistered Ghost Gun, two boxes of bullets, a packet of leaves, and some coco in the drawer.

Coming out, he asked the old Black, "What’s the code for the safe?"

"I don’t know," the old Black responded.

"Then call your boss, tell him the person he robbed yesterday is here to settle the score," Allen Zhang urged, "If he doesn’t give the code, I’ll burn down his repair shop, get the cops to come put out the fire, and have this shop suspected of drug dealing shut down!"

With no other option, the old Black took out his phone, called their boss, and relayed the message.

Gunshots blared from the other end, followed by a strong Black accent, "Fxxk you! Robin, why are you calling me now? We’re handling a big deal!"

The old Black helplessly said, "Boss, I’m being held hostage! Hurry back! They also want the safe’s code, saying if you don’t give it, they’ll burn our repair shop! You must save me, for my sister’s sake!"

"..." The repair shop boss was silent for a few seconds, cursing amidst continuous gunfire, "Fxxk! What kind of idiot is this? Daring to rob me? The code is 964266, tell him! Whatever they take from me today, I will definitely take back double!"

After hanging up, the old Black quickly gave the code to Allen Zhang.

The General Sect Leader instructed Bailey to continue watching him and went back inside the office to try the safe’s code, successfully unlocking it.

Opening it, he found a packet of c4 detonators, two wads of green cash, a Remington revolver, along with a project list and a CD tucked inside.