America: Starting with Daily Intelligence
Chapter 197 - 143 Dragon Slayer Sword

Chapter 197: Chapter 143 Dragon Slayer Sword

Driving back to suburb, Allen Zhang relaxed and plugged in a USB drive into the car’s central control screen, started watching the directory list, and his attention was quickly drawn by the annotated words.

He clicked it open and was instantly a bit shocked.

"WTF! What is this crap!?"

Sieg, who was seriously driving, accidentally glanced at the central control screen, and was completely dumbfounded.

"This is evidence!!" Allen Zhang reviewed a video recording of a shady transaction, and quickly noticed that the mental state of these female protagonists seemed off, probably drug-induced or using libido-enhancing pills.

The male protagonists weren’t all Black; there were quite a few white old men too.

"The quality is a bit rough, just so-so. They film these shady transaction videos, not just to coerce the victims, but probably also to make pirated DVDs to sell."

These first-person perspective videos are not eligible for paid channels, can’t even be openly published on platforms like YouTube or PornHub, and could only be distributed through underground channels recorded on DVDs or as compressed files sold on the Dark Web.

"These guys are really no good." Sieg found it boring but was used to it as nothing was new under the sun.

Allen Zhang pulled out the USB drive and handed it, along with the drug transaction notebook, to Sieg, solemnly saying, "Keeping these is useless, one day those gangs might come searching for evidence. Better hand all this over to Officer Mig, let the professionals handle it, I think he’ll know what to do."

Leave handling the Black to Mig, it’s his expertise.

Sieg agreed with him, "I will hand these over to Officer Mig, and by then, there’ll probably be one less Black Gang on the streets."

And also, it could save some misguided girls. But some of them got used to being around Black, addicted to drugs, suffering several lashings a day, they might not really want to leave him, forcing measures would be required.

Send them in for detox first, then deal with their dependency.

Soon they were back in downtown, and Allen Zhang simply directed Sieg to drive to George Pawnshop, unloading three old motorbikes from the car.

The noise outside also caught Old George’s attention, and he quickly came out of the shop.

"Hey! What’s happening here? You’d better not leave this junk in front of my door, it’s bad for my business!"

Old George looked discontentedly at the motorbikes, saying, "Driving a Jeep and blocking my entrance, are you trying for a Zero-Dollar Purchase?"

"What did you say? Old George?" Allen Zhang was slightly surprised.

Old George quickly noticed the car owner was a regular customer and his demeanor changed instantly.

He said cheerily, "Oh, it’s you, my customer. Is this your car? Look at that! Such a cool SUV! I didn’t recognize it. What do you have for me to buy today?"

"These motorbikes were picked up from the suburbs, give us an estimate, we’ll sell them cheap to you," Allen Zhang pointed at the three motorbikes.

"I can’t take just anything, these aren’t branded motorbikes."

Old George glanced at them, physically inspecting, finding them neither antique collectibles nor branded bikes, almost worthless and unprofitable.

"If I were you, I’d send them to the junkyard next door, maybe they’ll give you a satisfactory price!"

Old George suggested politely, his pawnshop after all maintained a certain prestige and standard, it couldn’t just take anything.

"Don’t say that, I’ll definitely bring something better next time, latest by tomorrow," Allen Zhang pulled him aside and whispered some insider information.

"What good stuff?" Old George wondered.

"At least 700 grams of Gold and a Soviet Union replica of a BMW US military sidecar bike, interested?" Allen Zhang whispered.

"Gold? Military bike? Somewhat interested," Old George perked up, "Are you sure you want to sell to me? Got any photos?"

"Not yet, but they’re on the way," Allen Zhang replied.

"..."

Old George got it in a flash.

You cheeky fellow.

You’d better get that car and gold!

What he didn’t realize was that the General Sect Leader was talking about bidding on containers and refining gold, thinking it was some Zero-Dollar Purchase flash event in a gold store.

After, the two stealthily discussed and returned to negotiate about selling the three motorbikes.

"This bike could be worth at least 400 US Dollars, right?" Sieg asked skeptically.

"Three bikes, 400 US Dollars." Old George, brandishing the Dragon Slayer Sword, counter-offered.

"What!? You might as well just rob us!" Sieg was a bit stunned and immediately annoyed.

"Isn’t this what you guys robbed from the suburbs? No way pickups like this should be in such good condition."

Old George, keen-eyed and deeply experienced, left Sieg speechless with a single comment.

Old George then you brushed up the collecting newbie by pinpointing, "Carburetors, electric doors, wheel hubs, plastic mudguards, all made from cheap material and craftsmanship, utterly useless, almost all parts purchased second-hand and privately assembled. Considering the tire wear, they must have been frequently used on freeways or in mountain areas, probably procured from those oil smugglers or some Biker Gang kids, right?"