America: Starting with Daily Intelligence
Chapter 119 - 114 Breaking Bad?_2

Chapter 119: Chapter 114 Breaking Bad?_2

Sieg sternly criticized: "Don’t start shooting as soon as you see someone, you’re overreacting! Acting like an amateur! Completely unqualified! If you did this in the military, you would definitely be eliminated and discharged. Looks like I need to put you through some special training."

Allen Zhang had nothing to say, as he really wasn’t a professional, and his Shooting Skill was indeed that of a beginner; he only knew how to pull the trigger.

You ask him to fight someone in a street brawl, he’s fine with that, but when it comes to shooting, he can’t help but want to empty his magazine and kill the other guy the moment he faces him, can’t control anything else.

There was a shotgun on the other side! And it was a Black person! If I don’t shoot first to gain the upper hand, am I supposed to wait and die?

I figured since I’ve chosen to shoot, why should I leave him any bullets?

Because I’m kind?

"There’s something fishy about this room!!" After subduing the two men, Sieg immediately smelled a chemical stench upon entering the room.

Allen Zhang was also familiar with the scent, walked over and lifted the black thermal insulating plastic sheet, and discovered legitimate beakers and various glass vessels, with blue liquid inside as well as multicolored ones, the pungent odor coming from them.

He instantly understood what this was all about.

Allen Zhang turned back to look at the two cowering men and interrogated, "Are you guys growing leaves here again? And at the same time producing other drugs?"

"We just do a little sometimes," Feis admitted unabashedly. "This guy, although a Black person, has a pretty high level of education, understands some chemistry knowledge, and once tried to make low-quality meth. However, it was only good for personal use, too poor in quality to sell for money."

"You’re fucking Breaking Bad!!" Allen Zhang was shocked; drugs could be produced even in such crude conditions.

He didn’t really want to get involved, just wanted to grab the jars and leave quickly.

Die far away, don’t let the blood splash on me.

Allen Zhang turned and kicked the table, causing the bottles and jars to scatter across the floor, smashing into pieces.

"NO!!!" Watching his painstaking work destroyed, the Black man next to Feis let out a shriek, immediately kneeled on the ground, hysterically wailing, "My one thousand dollars!!!"

Feis rolled his eyes indifferently, not bothered at all, casually said, "Go ahead and smash. Out with the old, in with the new."

Allen Zhang suddenly admired him a bit. A man of great ambitions doesn’t get hung up on the details.

The Black man furiously cursed, "Of course you’re not upset, because this fucking equipment and materials were all paid for by me! I haven’t made a single cent from partnering with you, but instead have had to pay out at least one thousand dollars!! Bullshit!!"

Feis smiled awkwardly, "What can I do, they insisted on smashing it. Was I supposed to stop them and let myself get smashed? Why didn’t you stop him?"

"Fuck off, if I had dared to stand up, he would have definitely shot me right away!" Old Black was very clear-headed.

"You two are bickering like you’re going to apply for grad school?" Allen Zhang was speechless.

Sieg quickly found the pile of jars, and although he didn’t have Dominic’s discerning eyes, he had learned the essence, and with a rough estimate, he figured out the approximate value of this batch of jars.

"If these jars are sold wholesale through recycling machines, they would fetch around 3,600 US Dollars! If sold to a recycling center, only 2,900-3,000 US Dollars."

"Then what are we waiting for! Take them all! Old Karl isn’t in a hurry for the money anyway, we’ll just need to give him one thousand dollars later since he still owes us two thousand dollars for the mission payment."

Allen Zhang immediately grinned from ear to ear upon hearing this good news. Isn’t this essentially middleman profiteering?

He slapped the other man’s shoulder, "Good brother, we’re even now, you continue with your low-quality meth, and we’ll continue selling our jars. If anything goes wrong, you’re just waiting to die!!"

"Ok..." Feis replied sullenly.

"Also, I’m taking over your territory. From now on, you’re not allowed to beg or collect cans on the streets," Allen Zhang boldly announced the takeover of their terrain.

"Alright, you can have the cans from the streets, we’re down to less than ten people anyway, not much money to be made from collecting cans," Feis agreed after considering for a moment.

What choice did he have anyway?

The General Sect Leader’s gun was waving around in front of his forehead.

It’s the discerning who recognize caliber!

Don’t you dare have shaky hands!!

"But I can’t hand over the community to you," Feis said.

Allen Zhang frowned and immediately raised his right hand.

Feis felt a faint pain on his face and hurriedly covered it to explain, "Don’t you know? The community we’re responsible for has had serial murders! A Police Chief died! It’s been re-controlled and developed, and the cans have been contracted by the City Government’s sanitation workers. Dealing with them will be very troublesome, and the situation is very complicated; we haven’t gained much from it."

"Picking cans there actually doesn’t make any money, just occasionally selling some low-quality leaves in the community, recycling some old furniture for sale. Doing business as big as you are, you surely wouldn’t care for the profits from a few poverty-stricken communities, right?"

Indeed, Allen Zhang hadn’t considered dealing with sanitation workers and didn’t want to clash with the Municipal Bureau, not wanting to attract too much trouble.

After careful consideration, he decided not to take over their community and asked, "How many streets do you currently manage?"

This guy’s giving up his territory so readily, definitely has other plans. Perhaps still harboring criminal intentions, thinking of moving into the drug trade?