America: Starting with Daily Intelligence
Chapter 337 - 190: From Novice to Death – The Arms Dealer_3

Chapter 337: Chapter 190: From Novice to Death – The Arms Dealer_3

Glanced at the black Buick sedan in the repair shop, "Didn’t follow us? Then just speed up, it’ll be much better once we enter the urban area."

Sieg slammed on the gas, speeding up quickly and getting away from the opposition. As the black Buick disappeared from view, he chuckled: "Boss, I said it couldn’t possibly be that dangerous."

Allen Zhang also felt it was odd, but no sudden incidents were always a good thing. He nodded and said, "Lucky them, they’ve saved their own lives, I even had the gun safeties off."

But still not completely reassured, he simply took out his phone and sent the license plate number to Blitz.

Allen Zhang: Help me check the info on this car.

Blitz: ok.

Repair shop.

The black Buick was parked by the roadside. Three or four white men got out of the car, their waist pouches bulging. They watched the departure of the armed transport vehicle with reluctance, then looked down at their own punctured tire and couldn’t help but curse: "Fxxk! Which dogshit scattered nails on the road? My damn tire got punctured straight away!"

"Hey! Guys, looking to fix your car?" A black store clerk from the repair shop came out, glanced at their punctured tire, and couldn’t help laughing as he said: "Oh, you’re really unlucky, such a wide road and you managed to roll over a nail."

"How much to replace a tire? We’ve got things to do!" the Buick owner said.

"What things? Are you planning on robbing that armored car that just went past?" The black clerk joked: "Replacing tires and rims is 400 dollars."

"What!? Are you trying to rob us!?" The bearded man with a knitted hat couldn’t hold back his profanity: "I bought this car for only 1400 dollars, even all four wheels together aren’t worth that much."

"I’m talking about replacing four tires! I only provide package services here. If you don’t want it, forget it, drive ten minutes into the city center, and you’ll find even pricier services."

The black clerk saw they were reluctant to spend the money and sternly said: "If an officer sees your busted tire, they might call for a compulsory tow service to a designated repair shop, and that will cost way more than 400 dollars."

"You’re right! Get it changed quickly. Here’s 400 dollars!" Another man didn’t want to argue too much and directly handed over 400 dollars in cash.

The black man was surprised to glance at his wallet, such a lot of money?

"Ok, I’ll go fix your problem."

Black went inside, immediately picked up the phone to tip off his buddies, "Hey! bro, I got a business here, some softies with at least 2000 dollars on them, their tires got blown by our spikes. Ok, come quick!"

The men outside were getting impatient. It’d been several minutes and the tire hadn’t been changed yet?

This Black Devil is just dragging things out! Really feel like whipping him!

"Ten minutes, the transport van will be in the urban area, could’ve flown to San Francisco by now." A gang member complained: "We’re definitely not making this deal."

"As long as they haven’t delivered the documents to the employer at the insurance company, our deal isn’t a failure yet!" said the bearded man with a knitted hat, "We still have a chance! Take action directly in the city!"

"Guy, is it worth ten thousand dollars? If the officers catch us, we’re dead for sure," another person reluctantly expressed his concern.

"If the officers find out what you did, you’ll also face fifty years in prison!"

The bearded man replied irritably: "When we’re out here hustling, we get paid to handle things for clients, if we fail, how can we make money in the future?"

"Alright, you’re the boss, you make the calls."

After a few minutes, the black guy finally came out. The men couldn’t help but urge him to hurry up with the repair. But this Black was finding various excuses to delay the work, completely irritating them.

"Fxxk you! Are you trying to rob us? Think we’re easy to bully?" The bearded man, unable to bear it any longer, pulled out Truth, pointed it at Black’s forehead, "Now! Immediately! Fix my car!!"

"Hey! What are you doing?"

Two pickup trucks drove over and parked by the roadside. A few black men ran down from the trucks, each holding a black box and shouting: "Put down all the weapons in your hands!"

"Fxxk you!" The bearded man cursed and shot immediately, bang, blowing Black away.

The surrounding black guys were scared shitless, not expecting the other party would dare shoot! What kind of lunatic is this? They immediately ducked behind cover and shot back.

Both sides began to exchange gunfire, pop, pop, pop!!

On the suburban roadside, it was like an early celebration.

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