America: Starting with Daily Intelligence
Chapter 152 - 126 Darkening of the Yintang_2

Chapter 152: Chapter 126 Darkening of the Yintang_2

"10 US Dollars and you buy my loyalty?"

Allen Zhang felt a bit displeased. These investigators really know how to hit right where it hurts.

But after all, they did pay!

The General Sect Leader really hoped he’d give more. Anyway, I don’t have any problems. Answering a few questions is painless, and I can even make some money off you.

Allen immediately warmly welcomed him to the streets.

"Mr. Jin, if one day I become homeless, how should I survive in harsh street environments?" The investigator, completely unaware that the General Sect Leader was setting him up, asked humbly.

Allen looked him up and down, then laughed and said, "Buddy, you really don’t need to make life harder for yourself, nor do you need to squeeze into this circle. What you earn in one day sitting in your office is enough for us to collect tens of thousands of cans. It’s physical work and the competition is fierce."

The investigator laughed and said, "Then do you feel there is pressure to survive here? Do you face any troubles? After all, I’ve heard there are a lot of drug addicts and criminal gangs, and even ’wanted criminals’ who disguise themselves as homeless to hide."

"Never seen them." Allen shook his head. "There was a mentally ill Black person at the shelter, that was the most dangerous thing I’ve encountered. There was an employee named Leon who got seriously injured, his arm even broke, I saw it with my own eyes! Luckily, he received treatment from a charity organization and compensation from the insurance company."

"So you think..."

"I support the current President."

"..." Wait, are you being serious?

The investigator was overwhelmed.

I didn’t ask you that! Supporting my foot, spouting nonsense, I don’t even feel like supporting him.

"Thank you for your answer, Hanberger, this is very helpful for us." The investigator, feeling unable to get any useful information, finally pulled out 100 US Dollars: "I hope in the upcoming time, your friends can show me what a fulfilling day as a homeless person looks like."

"Of course, we are happy to take care of newcomers, but there are only two to three hours left until we wrap up for the day. It gets very dangerous on the streets after dark; you wouldn’t want to linger around here. We’re homeless, not gang members."

Allen accepted the money, and his mood improved considerably, speaking tactfully: "Like at Sunkist Bar where I work, the new Mexican boss is planning some special activities there."

"What special activities?" The investigator caught the sensitive topic.

"I can’t say more. You know."

The investigator pulled out another 100 US Dollars.

Allen feigned difficulty, "It’s about gambling and drug trafficking in the bar."

"..."

The investigator was speechless, feeling that his money was somewhat wasted. He was hoping for some mysterious intelligence, isn’t every underground place filled with gambling and drugs?

But then again, that’s not his jurisdiction. The FBI and CIA are not just twiddling their thumbs.

However, he also felt the need to investigate the bar’s background with his colleagues further.

After all, the boss is a Mexican.

As Allen saw him preparing to leave, he didn’t try to keep him but asked the Beggar Gang Disciples to take extra care of him and sent a message to Mary.

Allen Zhang: The new bar boss seems to be a wanted criminal with a record, and it looks like it even alerted some mysterious department investigators who are asking around my turf. You better prepare early.

Mary: Really!?

Allen Zhang: Considering our relationship, do you think I would lie to you? You better find an excuse to take leave soon. Don’t work the night shift at the bar.

Mary: Then I’m really unlucky! Dear, thanks for telling me this ahead, I don’t know how else to thank you.

Allen Zhang: It’s okay, next time let me be on top.

Mary: You’re naughty.

Time quickly moved on to evening.

Another uneventful day passed.

In the evening, driving back to the bridge tunnel camp, Allen Zhang planned to rest and recuperate while Dominic, carrying groceries, prepared to make a lavish feast.

Under the personal guidance of the General Sect Leader, Dominic successfully made an authentic Chinese meal, which tasted much better than the ones in Chinatown.

After dinner, they opened the RV’s awning, brought out chairs to start stargazing, chatting, and began playing poker with cards.

In the end, the General Sect Leader, with skills almost as good as the gambling god Gao Jin, won the grand slam of the game.

"Not fun, boring, I don’t want to play anymore."

Sieg, in a full streak of losses, even lost his underpants, completely resigning to his fate. He had already accepted three truths, six dares, various performance arts, and three hundred push-ups as punishment.

As a teammate, Dominic had already collapsed on the ground exhausted, his eyes looking all weird.

Allen Zhang noticed that too, it was a look of wanting to kill his friend! To ensure the boat of friendship doesn’t capsize, he also chose to throw the last few card games, successfully losing to the other party.

Under Jennifer’s seduction, Allen Zhang, who lost the card games, was forced to accept a daring punishment of a three-minute French wet kiss.

Jason’s eyes turned red, "I want that punishment too."

Fitz twisted his ears, "Isn’t the love I give you strong enough?"

"Enough, enough, enough..."

The times have indeed changed, you could even see black people beating white slave owners here.

It’s completely upside down.

Fitz dragged Jason back to the tent, and it looked like he was in for a tough night.

It’s getting late, and the buddies have their own work to busy with tomorrow, after a round of greetings, everyone dispersed.

Allen Zhang was lying on the trailer receiving a massage service from Jennifer.

"Allen, you’re totally exhausted, need me to give you a full body spa?" Jennifer smirked and brought out the essential oils she bought in the morning.

"If it’s a program that involves undressing, then I don’t need it." Allen Zhang’s look towards her was a bit suspicious, feeling like she had planned this in advance?

"Do you see me as that kind of desperately thirsty girl?" Jennifer was displeased, why can’t you admit that I’m very charming?

"Then why don’t you pull your hand out?" Allen Zhang looked down at her unruly hand.

Jennifer snickered, "This is the punishment you deserve! So today, I’ll punish you by making you sleep in the same bed as me, I promise I won’t do anything!"

Hoodlum.

You just want to defile my innocence.

Allen Zhang had no choice, it was his lot for losing the last few rounds of poker.

Accept the bet and admit defeat.

Dominic directly put on headphones and an eye mask, cranked up the volume, and went to sleep.

At night, the trailer had a ghostly disturbance. The tires creaked, and the body of the trailer inexplicably shook.

...

The next day.

Allen Zhang got up listlessly, yawned, and glanced at Jennifer, who clung to him like an octopus, finally letting her have her way.

He picked up his phone to check the daily news update.

Hmm?

[Daily News: At 3:27 AM on Shari Avenue, a traffic accident and gunfight resulted in three deaths and two injuries, an orange Chevrolet Cruiser with the license plate LS-56A-6D was destroyed, Kitz and his three companions were shot dead, the vehicle has now been taken to the Los Angeles Southern outskirts Tuck Motorcycle Scrap Recycling Center. A warped brake pad with serial number D5667 hid $5000 US Dollar.]

Wow, what a thrilling follow-up.

Those few black guys had a doomed look, kid fierce as hell, I knew he wouldn’t last long!

Laugh, why aren’t you laughing now.

Your neck is long, but not your life.

[Daily News: Homeland Security Bureau investigator walked the streets gathering information from friendly citizens, discerning the disguise of Sunkist Bar’s owner, urgently notifying the Southern Branch to file a case for investigation, dispatching FBI members and Special Ops to arrest the related persons at around 10:06 PM.]

[Details: The Mexican bar owner was found guilty of illegal drug trafficking, charged with murder and child trafficking, attempted to flee in a silver Bentley, shot 46 times and died, Sunkist Bar and associated arcade businesses were seized and impounded by police and court, temporarily closed. Bunny Girl Mary’s colleague was arrested for illegal prostitution and jailed, required to pay $2500 US Dollar for bail or detained for 20 days.]

[Daily News: In the Tuck Motorcycle Scrap Recycling Center, a scrapped Toyota Highlander had a Rolex watch adorned with broken Stardust Gold and Diamonds hidden under the sofa cushion.]

Holy crap? This even burst out Gold Coins?

[Daily News: Residing under Bridge No. 9, the Modern Brother and a short-tailed dog had a street conflict, due to selling low-quality meth causing hatred, the head of the Modern Brother, Feis, had his other leg broken by them, who wants to cooperate with you for a gold project.]

Wow, you really dare to sell that! Really think you’re old white?

A gold project? What’s that?

Allen Zhang pondered whether the other party could bring him a new profitable venture.