America: Starting with Daily Intelligence
Chapter 60 - 60 60 Driving Off Wolves and Swallowing Tigers

60: Chapter 60: Driving Off Wolves and Swallowing Tigers 60: Chapter 60: Driving Off Wolves and Swallowing Tigers Alright, why did I run into this kind of thing again.

Seeing this, Allen Zhang also turned his head and walked away.

He didn’t want to bet whether the gun that Black was carrying was real or not, although there was a high probability that it was fake in broad daylight in the city district.

Fuck!

The level of the homeless on this street is a bit high!

Their inventory is full of lethal weapons, and their affiliations are all tied to local gangs.

I don’t know if it’s because the latter part of the Sunkist Bar is gang-controlled, which definitely must be some unruly Black gang.

Even the homeless’s bread and butter you have to snatch away, really got no shame; I look down on you!

After walking two more streets, he happened upon some patrolling officers eating donuts and drinking bubble tea at the traffic lights.

Allen Zhang got an idea and approached a homeless man holding a cup begging nearby, whispering something to him after handing him 5 US dollars.

The homeless man took the money and immediately greeted the officers, “Hello!

Officer.”

“Hello, sir, can I help you?” The white officers, seeing a white homeless man, responded calmly.

“Here’s the thing—I was begging on the neighbouring street and saw a Black homeless man illegally carrying a gun!

Right across from the Sunkist Bar, on that street!

They also dragged an innocent homeless man into the alley to beat him up!

He really needs your help.” The homeless man, revealing no martial morals, went straight to reporting.

The white officers looked at each other; upon hearing Black man, carrying a weapon, assault, and other sensitive words, they immediately dropped their donuts and bubble tea.

Grabbing the walkie-talkie on their chest, they called the dispatch center, “This is Vick, I’ve encountered a situation here.

A citizen reported seeing a Black man illegally carrying a gun near the Sunkist Bar, assaulting someone, and we are rushing to the scene.

Requesting backup.”

Dispatch Center: “Understood, we have notified other officers nearby to go to the support.”

“Thank you for your report, sir, have a great day.” The white officer greeted him and immediately got into the car with colleagues, started the siren, pressed the gas pedal, and drove towards the scene.

Allen Zhang also felt relieved by the responsibility of the officers.

If you’re in Texas, carrying a gun on a campus or city district, I’ll let you off.

But you just have to illegally carry a gun in California, which has some of the strictest gun control laws in the US, flaunt your weapon in broad daylight downtown, and claim you are in a gang, then I won’t be polite!

Illegal possession of a fake gun is sentenced the same as a real gun.

Only those who survive have the right to be in prison.

Keep it up, little Black dude.

Expelling one danger by playing it against another, using others to kill; can you see it clear, little street Black dude?

Better learn this lesson.

Allen Zhang was planning just to go home and lay down, waiting to see if Dominic could come over tomorrow to collect cans.

After all, the street homeless man Black will probably have a tough time making it through today, and the gang will behave a little, if not, their haunt will be flattened, and it would be easy to take over the treasure box of these two streets.

However, Simone sent him a message, along with a picture of a greenhouse.

The background was in a basement, with warm lights, and pots laid out, covered with plastic wrap, with a stand fan and a window.

This scene was very familiar to Allen Zhang.

It was pretty much on par with the scale of the small workshop he used to run; it was very realistic.

Allen Zhang: So, you actually did it with them?

Simone: I was just invited over for a visit.

Do you want to come over and help out?

Allen Zhang: What kind of help?

If it’s about planting, forget it; I’m not interested in that stuff.

Simone: No, Jason found a sprouted seed that was lost in the corner of the bag he bought, but it looks more like wheat?

Or rice?

Aren’t you Asians supposed to be good at farming?

So he wanted to ask you to come over and take a look.

Allen Zhang: What do you mean?

What right do you, whose ancestors picked cotton for three generations, have to say I’m better at farming!

Isn’t Jason a Texan?

Couldn’t a redneck, who’s got his neck burnt from facing down at the soil and up at the sky on a farm, recognize rice from wheat?

An honors graduate, huh?

Simone: Fxxk you!

Allen!

Why would you say that about me?

You can’t talk like that!

Allen Zhang: Give me a break, Asians are good at farming, Black people are good at picking cotton, Mexicans are good at building houses!

These are all stereotypes!!

The result of media manipulation!

Why don’t they highlight that we Asians have the highest average IQ, the most culture, the most manners, the most order, the most history, and are the most capable, rather than just saying we know how to farm?

Even for a little porn film, they have to meticulously pick from a million people, and all sorts of projects are quick to incorporate technology, who can handle that?

I look down on you!

The Sick Man of America!

The curse of Yelena will eventually come true on you!

Simone: Ok, Mr.

All-Purpose, then why are you still hanging around elsewhere?

Why don’t you fly over and save us right away?

Allen Zhang: Give me the location!

Give me the location!!

Your All-Purpose Hero is on his way!!

Simone sent the geographical location to Allen Zhang.

Allen Zhang glanced at it; it was in some poor community street, and he swiftly made his way there.

It took only a few minutes to reach the community, but then Allen Zhang ran into trouble; he sent a message to Simone: Come out and receive your All-Purpose Sir!

Simone: ?

The community gate is open.

Allen Zhang: I’m blocked by this Black aunty at the gate!

She suspects I’m a thief!

This is the pot calling the kettle black!

I’m the kettle.

Simone: …

Jason received the message and scurried over, explaining to the Black aunty blocking the community gate, looking suspicious and whose thigh was thicker than Allen Zhang’s waist.

Only then did the aunty let down her guard, speaking with the Black rap accent of the West Coast.

“Shit!

If you hadn’t said anything, I would’ve thought he was going to drag me into an alley and humiliate me.

This Asian guy is as sturdy as a buffalo, as if he’s going to eat me!”

The Black aunty let out a long sigh of relief, as if she had narrowly escaped a disaster, but she seemed somewhat disappointed as she turned and left, hips swaying like a water bucket.

Eat you?

I feel like you could sit on me and I’d be dead.

Allen Zhang was speechless with choking irony.

Are you a kiln worker or a coal seller?

Jason led Allen Zhang to the venue, a basement where, apart from Simone and Fitz, there was also a little unfortunate soul with a cock’s comb and dark makeup; they were endlessly debating whether the seeds on the table were hemp seeds, rice, or wheat.

Allen Zhang walked over, took one look, and sentenced them, “It’s confirmed, these have a small amount of castor seeds mixed in, along with a large quantity of hemp seeds and Black Sorghum Seeds.

Where did you get these?”

Our ancestors have been growing this stuff for thousands of years; it’s all over the countryside roadsides.

Hemp seeds, also known as hot hemp seeds, flax, or wild hemp, are the fruits of the hemp plant.

The plant’s skin is used for making fabric called hemp clothes, the twisted threads are called hemp rope, and the shelled seeds are known as hemp seeds in traditional chinese medicine.

It’s an ancient cultivated plant, belonging to the annual erect herbaceous plant of the Cannabis genus in the mulberry family.

On the food side, you can use them to make hemp seed tofu, which is really delicious.

Then there’s sorghum, no need to say more, very versatile.

Castor seeds belong to the castor genus of the Euphorbiaceae family.

They are mature seeds of the ricinus plant, native to Africa, a perennial herb, and the gangs and drug dealers usually grow it indoors for its short cycle and quick profit.

The fruits look about the same; they’re rather rough to the eye.

Black Sorghum Seeds are the right size; mix them in and you can’t tell the difference.

What a talent!

Selling hemp seeds is illegal, but there’s no law against selling sorghum seeds!

You bought hemp seeds, I sold sorghum.

Any problem?

No problem!

Just unethical.

Makes you an easy target to be killed.

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