America: Starting with Daily Intelligence
Chapter 140 - 122: Vehicle Delivery

Chapter 140: Chapter 122: Vehicle Delivery

After waiting for a few minutes, the roaring sound of cars came from outside. Allen Zhang glanced out the window and saw several cars parked in front of the apartment downstairs. None of them cost less than ten thousand dollars; they were all modified cars with explosive performance.

Soon, he saw a large white man with a headscarf, studded black leather jacket, Martin boots, skull ornaments, and tattoos all over his face, getting out of the lead car.

You could tell at a glance he wasn’t ordinary.

The burly white man got out of the car and stormed over to the apartment entrance, started banging on the door loudly, "Hey! I’m here! Is anyone there? Hurry up and open the door."

"Man, you guys dare to mess with these kinds of people? They look like they’re probably gang members too, right?" Allen Zhang looked back in surprise at the Black people, guessing their end would probably be a harsh one.

He shot a sympathetic glance at the Black people and nodded at Sieg, "Go open the door for them."

"Hey! Your favorite Tommy is here! Can you open the door?" The burly white man and others crowded at the door, shouting disorderly, acting lawlessly.

"What’s with all the shouting?"

Sieg opened the door for them and directly pointed a submachine gun at their foreheads.

Everyone instantly quieted down.

Sieg didn’t give them any friendly looks but said sternly, "If you bring the police here, can you afford that responsibility?"

The expression of the burly white man at the door stiffened but quickly turned into a smile, enthusiastically spreading his arms, "Hello, mate, you must be Burger King, right? I must say you’ve done a beautiful job! I really admire a person like you! Once this is over, we should definitely grab a drink!"

"Burger King is my boss, you’ve got the wrong guy."

Sieg turned around and entered the house, "Come on in, stop causing a racket outside, the neighbors need their peace too, you really have no decency."

The burly white man at the door and others looked at each other, shrugged their shoulders, "Ok! You’re the boss, you call the shots, let’s settle this account properly!"

They stretched a bit and lined up to enter the house, the door clanged shut.

The originally spacious living room of the apartment suddenly became much more crowded with several tall, muscular men around six feet tall.

A few Black people shivered uncontrollably, not even daring to breathe loudly.

"Are you Mr. Steel?" Allen Zhang glanced at the muscular man leading them before asking.

"Burger King!! Hahaha..."

Mr. Steel chuckled, walked over and shook hands with him, initially wanting to pat his shoulder hard, but Allen Zhang turned the Truth caliber slightly, which made him suddenly feel a bit of a tingling on his scalp, and he withdrew his hand as if electrocuted.

Instantly behaved.

"Steel? That’s me! My name is Tommy. Does my name ring a bell? Right! But I’m not that Tommy. I’m a rapper from the West Coast. Have you heard my songs?"

"No." Allen Zhang found him annoying. Maybe he thought he looked cool.

If you were my old friend Tommy, then you should be in Sin City Miami, not Angel City.

Floral shirt, jeans, the coolest on the streets of Sin City.

Tommy gave a forced smile, "It’s normal you haven’t heard of me, I’m not very famous, just released a few albums with no sales. I deal in pirated rap CDs and have also done some movies."

"Hanberger Juan Jin."

Allen Zhang calmly shook his hand, handed him the car keys, "Tommy, your car is in the parking garage downstairs. You can have someone check it now and then come and make the payment."

"Ok." Tommy immediately waved for his men and Sieg to go and inspect the vehicle.

He then turned to the several Black people, clenched his fist making it crack, and smirked insincerely, "Guys, you’ve got quite the nerve! Daring to steal my car?"

"Sorry, we were wrong." The three Black people were on the verge of tears.

"Boss, can I take care of this guy?" A bald white man looked at the skinny Black man and licked his lips.

The Black was about to piss himself out of fear.

Tommy looked at Allen Zhang wanting his opinion.

"We only deal with recovering vehicles, how you deal with this theft gang is up to you. They approached you first, and even if it’s handed over to the police, it’s their responsibility, all legal and proper." Allen Zhang was indifferent.

"Go ahead! Fury, go and give our Mr. Thief a proper reward." Tommy encouraged his man to take care of the Black people.

Amid a cacophony of cries and screams like slaughtering pigs, the Black were lifted and dragged into the house, struggling in vain, soon followed by even more intense and horrific cries.

The remaining two Black broke down, "We were wrong! Sir! Please let us go."

"We’ll deal with our account later." Tommy ignored the two Black and warmly invited Allen Zhang to sit and chat, "Is it just the three of them?"

"Five, the other two you’ll have to deal with yourselves; I don’t want to get involved." Allen Zhang answered.

"Ok, can I ask what kind of work do you do?"

Tommy looked at the Victor submachine gun in Allen Zhang’s hand, his mind wandering endlessly, "Gang members? Terrorists? How did you find out about the vehicle? I had hired six professional teams before and none found my car."

"We are not as mysterious as you think, the name Juan Jin still holds some weight in Fifth Street, but we’re just a small team engaging in can recycling." Allen Zhang explained:"As for how we located the missing vehicle, naturally we have our own professional intelligence network."