America: Starting with Daily Intelligence
Chapter 127 - 117: Drawing the Sword

Chapter 127: Chapter 117: Drawing the Sword

Allen Zhang informed a few people about the intelligence on the refrigerated company’s transport truck, and Sieg curiously asked, "Is the source of the information accurate? Where did you get this from?"

"Ninety percent," Allen Zhang replied, "If you’d spend more time learning on the internet instead of scrolling through videos to watch beauties, you would know that the license plate number belongs to that company. Their public delivery orders also include a schedule arranged with the factory for delivery. If they’re doing dirty work under the guise of a company, it’s impossible not to expose any information. Even if well concealed, it can still be found."

"The only thing to consider is whether we should ruin his goods ourselves or let more professional officers deal with them? Serve them up a VIP suite?"

"Need we even think about it? Obviously report it to the police! Who knows if those guys are armed with heavy weapons! We only need to provide evidence; there’s no need to take unnecessary risks, right?" Sieg immediately suggested, valuing his single life.

"Ok, then you go ahead and inform Officer Mig of this news right now." Allen Zhang nodded, not wanting to get directly involved with criminals if avoidable.

Violence and killings are for street punks; real masters compete without shedding blood.

Sieg conveyed the message to Mig and soon received a reply.

Mig: There’s such a thing? Your news and intelligence sources are really quick! I had someone check that bill from yesterday, and indeed there seems to be an issue. We now suspect that company is an illegal shell company, its legal person being an Italian, but that person has never even been to the United States! The company hasn’t been paying taxes on time either, suggesting tax evasion! Clearly, this has severely violated market trading rules, disturbed the economy, and posed a serious impact on the mental and physical health of the citizens!

Sieg: So, what do you guys plan to do?

Mig: I’m not formally back to work yet, so I can’t directly get involved, but I’ve entrusted this matter to my friend, who is also my direct superior, Police Chief Mans. He’s been with the Southern Branch for over twenty years. If the situation turns out to be true, he’ll take care of it for the citizens!

Sieg: I hope those criminals can be arrested soon! If there’s any way we can be of assistance, we’re willing to offer our humble contribution!

Mig: No need for anything else, each officer at our station has received professional training. We just lack some professional legal advice on judicial issues.

Sieg: Isn’t Lawyer Dave’s performance up to par?

Mig: He’s performing too well! According to my colleagues, the lawyer named Dave you guys recommended not only helped us perfect the evidence collection process and case details but also successfully prosecuted those two illegal gun holders and copper refiners to prison, which they’ll likely never emerge from again. Of course, you guys providing the bills also played a part in the chain of evidence. We’re even considering formally hiring him as a resident lawyer for our legal department.

Sieg: Thank Heaven, evil can’t escape the justice of law!!

That secures Dave’s job.

After inquiring about the details of Mig’s law enforcement, Allen Zhang took Sieg and the others to Y2 Street to disperse the Beggar Gang Disciples, to prevent them from getting injured.

The Beggar Gang Disciples, begging and scavenging nearby, were surprised to see the General Sect Leader. Allen Zhang didn’t make a big show of it but simply advised them to leave the scene promptly, after which he grabbed a street benefit milk tea to sit by the roadside and watch the show unfold.

At about 3 PM, some extraordinary individuals appeared on the street.

Wearing baseball caps, grey jackets, brown leather shoes, holding newspapers, and with a cup of milk tea or a Donut in hand, they sat by.

Sieg’s keen eyes recognized their identity almost instantly — plainclothes officers, and they imparted their knowledge to the General Sect Leader.

"Look at their stance; they seem relaxed, but they can draw a gun to shoot at any moment. They’ve got compact pistols strapped to their legs, shoelaces are loose for quick bending to draw a gun, in line with force application characteristics. Plus, they choose places near obstacles that can effectively shield them from bullets. If a shootout starts, others usually can’t hit them, but they can shoot their opponents."

"To sum up, they’re not just ordinary officers; they must belong to the Southern Branch’s Special Action Bureau, responsible for support, plainclothes investigations, and various tasks, including handling riots and terrorist threats."

"The police you see in GTA games most often belong to the Special Action Bureau," added Sieg.

If you put it that way, I understand.

Elite!

Allen Zhang listened attentively.

Apart from learning various poses from movie instructors previously, he had never been this earnest and learned many useful training techniques and skills from Sieg.

[Anti-reconnaissance and urban street fighting lv0: Sieg Comprey taught you street and gunfighting techniques.]

Good, you’re now a qualified intern; go find a gang member named Black and have a hearty shootout!!

Allen Zhang quipped to himself, of course, with no intention of getting personally involved.

At about 4:33 PM, a refrigerated truck arrived on the street on time, its license plate number unsurprisingly matching the intelligence: LS-56F-27.

Two patrolling officers immediately raised their hands to signal the truck to stop.