America: Starting with Daily Intelligence
Chapter 139 - 121: Inverting the Heavenly Bodies_2

Chapter 139: Chapter 121: Inverting the Heavenly Bodies_2

"I’m happy to, Black Devil! Keep babbling and I’ll blow out your other eye and stuff it up your ass!!" Allen Zhang scolded.

"He’s so fierce," lamented the fat Black man. "Why is he racially discriminating against me?"

You look like that and you’re calling me fierce? Take a look at the slab of fat on your face! If I weren’t more fierce, I’d be overwhelmed by your presence alone.

"Shit! He even knows how many of us there are, and the route Santi takes. We’ve been marked!" The young Black guy panicked at once. "I told you not to mess with that guy; he clearly is someone with a background."

The others were still discussing how to split the profit from the car sale, even as someone had already come to seek revenge, pointing a gun at their heads.

Just for the paint job and modifications on that Mustang, they had spent hundreds to thousands of US Dollars, and now they hadn’t earned a cent; they had been beaten up before they could even sell the car.

Best case scenario, they’ll go through the legal system and might end up arrested, facing decades in prison, picking up soap every day. Worst case, if street justice prevails, they’ll face amputation or being tossed into the wilderness dead. All that trouble for nothing.

The car owner wasn’t clean either; otherwise, he could have simply called the police and had the officers assist him in the investigation of his missing vehicle, instead of choosing to hire people from the Black Market.

Seeing there was no hope left, they resigned themselves to the situation, openly admitting their deeds.

"We do indeed have five people. Two in charge of trailing and finding targets, one finding buyers to take over, one to steal the car, and one to plan the route, modify, and hide the vehicle. To avoid attention, we haven’t even used an online app like vt marketplace; we went the offline sales route."

"The Black man Santi, who left earlier, was specially responsible for selling the vehicles at various markets. Another person works at a modification shop, not the owner, just working there. We’d bring the cars over after hours, sneakily using the tools there for modifications. Everyone had assigned tasks suitable for them, and the profit from each car is split evenly. If we sell this car at a reasonable price, each of us could pocket at least 10,000 US Dollars!" Black said in a disheartened voice.

But now, everything was gone. Allen Zhang shattered their dreams of wealth with three punches!

Through their confession, Allen Zhang also understood how they committed their crimes and how they sold the vehicles.

Their basic process is much like GTA. Perhaps art does imitate life after all.

Stealing cars, modifying them, selling them; it’s not a job one person can do well, it requires a team and knowing a lot of reliable people.

They took advantage of the employer getting drunk at the bar, paid off the bar staff, and drove the car away while posing as valet drivers.

"Do you do this kind of work often? How many cars have you sold in total?" Allen Zhang asked.

"Not many," replied Black honestly. "Before, we mostly did modifications on zombie cars, but that job requires very skilled mechanics, which our team lacked. The time investment was also quite high, so we discussed it and simply chose to steal and sell ready-made cars."

Allen was about to continue the interrogation when Sieg entered the room, holding a submachine gun, "How come it’s taking so long?"

He had been waiting downstairs a while, even searching for keys wouldn’t normally take this long, so he thought something might have come up and decided to check it out.

Sure enough, as soon as he entered, he saw the Black men neatly sitting on the sofa, the overturned table, and the living room in chaos with items scattered everywhere.

Sieg was also surprised, "There are people in here?"

Seeing the shell casings on the floor and the damaged ceiling, he instantly understood what had happened. "The soundproofing in this room is really good! I didn’t hear a thing from downstairs."

Allen Zhang immediately asked the Black men, "Who has the car keys?"

"We do have the keys to that car here, and there’s a spare key with Santi."

Seeing yet another person arrive, carrying a submachine gun, Black suddenly felt a sense of despair.

Who exactly had they provoked?

"I’ll go get the keys," Black said, tentatively getting up and limping towards the room.

Allen gestured to Sieg to follow, in case the Blacks tried anything.

With a submachine gun pressed to his head, no matter how many ideas Black had, he couldn’t act on them and honestly sifted through the mess to retrieve the car keys from his hoodie pocket.

Sieg took the keys, waved the muzzle, "Sit back down! Stay put!!"

He pulled out another submachine gun from his tactical vest, quickly assembled it, and handed it to Allen, "I’m going downstairs to try if the keys work."

"ok." Allen Zhang changed weapons, ejected the magazine from his pistol, removed the bullet from the chamber, wiped off fingerprints with a towel, and tossed it aside.

He then aimed the gun at Black again, and with one hand, opened the app on his phone to send a notification to the employer.

Burger King: Found your car. Want to come check it out yourself, or should I deliver it to you?

Mr. Steel: That fast!? Are you kidding me?

Burger King: [Picture], What do you think? This is your car, along with these few thieves.

Allen Zhang directly sent a photo of himself holding a submachine gun to Black’s head in a top-down first-person perspective, as well as the current state of the vehicle in the parking garage.

The employer was stunned when he received the pictures, seeing the three battered Blacks obediently sitting on the sofa, hardly daring to breathe, with the dark muzzle of the submachine gun pointed at them.

Not you...

Buddy, is the car recovery job always this hardcore nowadays? If I didn’t know better, I’d think we were in the Middle East Battlefield!!

He didn’t even have time to worry about the car painted and modified.

Mr. Steel: Dude! What have you done? Did you kill someone with a gun? And inside an apartment in the urban area?

Burger King: For 5000 US Dollars, you think we’d kill for you? Dream on!! Don’t worry, if there’s trouble, you won’t be responsible. We know what we’re doing; we’re professionals! You just need to send over your address, or we can drive it over to you!

Mr. Steel: No need to trouble yourselves to come to me, I’ll come myself...

Who could stand this.

Just hiring someone from a Black Market app to recover a stolen car, having little hope, and then out of nowhere, an unknown big shot drops in, not even clear on what he does, and in a snap locates the lost car and jams a gun into those Blacks’ mouths!

The employer had no doubts at all, as it was evident those black-skinned Elves were professional car thieves.

Mr. Steel: Please send me the address, I’ll come with my crew to pick up the car right now! Actually, I have some background myself, used to run the streets when I was younger, but we couldn’t afford submachine guns.

Not that we couldn’t buy them, but we couldn’t afford the cost of carrying guns in the city. Are these people terrorists?

Allen Zhang immediately sent the location address to the other party.

The employer received the coordinates and found it was just two neighborhoods away, right under his nose!

Mr. Steel: Fxxk! These damn thieves! I’m coming over with my crew right now!

Burger King: Good.

Allen Zhang put away his phone and revealed a beneficent smile to the trembling Black.

"The owner is coming soon, and from the sound of it, he seems to have some clout. You guys really stirred up trouble!"

But this had nothing to do with them; they had just done their job.

Black was on the verge of tears.

Sieg returned as well, tested the vehicle in the parking lot; "The key works! There’s nothing wrong with the car, so the 5000 US Dollars should come without a hitch!"

"Call Bailey back," Allen Zhang said. "Now we just need to hand over the recovered vehicle to the employer to get paid and leave. The rest is not our problem."

"ok!" Sieg pulled out his phone and notified Bailey.

Bailey: That Black is too slow eating, he even made an appointment with someone, I didn’t get to use the props I prepared, and it looks like he wants to go for a room with that Black girl.

"Quite interesting." Allen Zhang let the Blacks take a look at the chat message.

"Fxxk! Wasn’t he out to meet a seller, why is he going on a date?" Black exploded upon hearing the news.

If you’re ruthless, don’t blame us for being unrighteous!

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