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77: 77 chapters Abundant Martial Virtue 77: 77 chapters Abundant Martial Virtue Allen Zhang and Sieg followed Rena to the second floor security room, where Rena used an access card to open the door.

Looking at the well-preserved security equipment inside, both men’s eyes lit up.

Sieg picked up a Sig Sauer short assault rifle, his face betraying a hint of nostalgia.

However, he immediately felt that the weight was off, quickly ejected the magazine to check, and was slightly dumbfounded, “Why are they all blank and rubber bullets?”

He then picked up a 9mm Glock 17 pistol and other firearms, checked them, and realized that only the melee weapons and gas bombs were genuine.

With just these little toys, you got me all fired up.

Sieg was somewhat speechless.

As soon as Allen Zhang entered, he headed straight for the anti-stabbing suit and Taser, completely ignoring the long and short guns.

What guns and cannons, you really think you can use them!

This is a shelter, not a bank vault, your opponents are homeless people, not armed robbers, there’s no way they would provide you with lethal weapons.

If something really happens, you just need to dial 911 immediately, and the police will come to resolve the issue.

So, this security position is quite superfluous; to save resources, they basically only hire temporary workers.

With these things, you couldn’t even walk out of the shelter’s main gate, you can only use them in your own yard.

They are all just for show!

In the end, the two had to be practical; Allen Zhang chose a Taser, rubber baton, anti-stabbing suit, explosion-proof shield, and explosion-proof helmet.

He also chose a Benelli M1Super90 Tactical Shotgun equipped with blank and rubber bullets, and the battery display on the Taser was sufficient.

Allen Zhang took down a job position sign hanging on the wall, casually filled in his name on a nametag, and then hung it on his chest.

It displayed the logo of Green Word Shelter and the anti-explosion squad security staff, Hanberger Juan Jin.

Sieg’s position was displayed as the security manager, captain of the shelter’s anti-explosion squad.

There should have been someone sitting in the monitoring room, watching the monitors at all times, but regrettably, the shelter’s surveillance system broke down a few years ago, and the previous managers who came here for a golden handshake had no intention of repairing it.

The only usable cameras were the ones at the main entrance and in the containment room; these gadgets were completely useless under normal circumstances, who would enjoy watching Black’s puff pastry show, right?

However, fortunately, there were other cameras at the intersections for capturing traffic violations, so if a criminal passed by the shelter’s entrance, it was also possible to capture them on camera.

Seeing the two men fully equipped with security gear and ready for duty, Rena said with relief: “Alright gentlemen, with this security gear on, you finally look serious.”

She went up to inspect them and adjusted Allen Zhang’s clothing buttons, then casually pinched the pectorals under his arm and anti-stabbing suit.

The muscles still felt as hard as ever!

Allen Zhang gave this female ruffian a strange look, “What are we supposed to do now?”

“Stand guard at the door and patrol.

The delivery truck transporting goods will arrive around noon, and those homeless people will definitely rush to snatch the relief meals and clothes, your task and duty is to maintain order and make them line up properly.”

Rena continued, “To soothe the mood, I’ll heat up some mashed potatoes and chicken steaks with others, and when the chef finishes preparing the meals, we’ll also offer a 2-hour meal serving session.”

“Ok, Sieg and I will accomplish this glorious mission!

For $35 per hour!” Allen Zhang shook the rubber baton in his hand, brimming with confidence.

Wearing this outfit, anyone at one glance would know I’m not someone to be trifled with.

“Sieg, I’ll handle the task of standing guard, and you handle the patrolling, I trust you as the security team leader also have the ability to finish this task.”

Allen Zhang is just a pure idler.

Now that the shelter has not officially opened, it’s just about warning the homeless people through an iron gate, verbally reasoning with them, making the job effortless.

“During work, address me by my position!

You should call me Captain,” said Sieg sternly, then left with the Sig Sauer short assault rifle slung over his shoulder.

“…”

Allen Zhang looked at his back, speechless.

Floating upwards, a temp worker earning two to three hundred US dollars a day, why so serious?

After today, you’re going to be fired anyway.

You truly get that feeling!

I recall that afternoon during military training on the playground, wanting to slack off but getting a kick in the butt from the instructor, grimacing and rubbing my butt as I ran around the track.

And then walked out as well.

Separated by a door, the view of the homeless people from inside is completely different from the outside.

Previously, looking at the dense crowd on the streets, it was like a zombie siege.

Now, looking at these people, unkempt, sallow, and emaciated, they appear too frail to stand a gust of wind, behind the iron gate, there’s no need to worry.

“Sir, when will the relief meals and clothes be distributed?”

“Somebody died of cold yesterday.

That was my friend.”

“Sir, I’m about to starve to death, I need food!

I need help!

Please!”

“Food!

Food!

Food!!”

The homeless people saw the person in charge come out to stand guard behind the door and started shouting loudly.

“No big fuss!

The shelter is already arranging relief efforts as quickly as possible!

We will ensure everyone will have food and clothing when it’s time, what you need to do is wait patiently, please understand the difficulties our staff face.”

Allen Zhang immediately issued a warning, not indulging those angry Black people stubbornly clinging to the iron gate, pulling out a rubber baton to beat on the iron gate.

Two bangs with the baton, and they should quiet down holding their hands.

You think you’re a standout, huh?

So impatient like a King, huh?

Everyone else is not pushing, only you like to!

“We are all trying to do what we need to do, your interference with staff’s work efficiency results in delaying everyone’s precious time!

Don’t disrupt public order because of your selfish ideas.

Everyone should be civilized here, what you need to do now is find a proper place, line up nicely, and we will arrange food and water for you.”

“We respect every one of you, and you should also learn to respect and cooperate with our work!”

Allen Zhang’s words resonated with many, and lots of homeless people began lining up on their own, not crowding any longer except for a few Blacks trying to cut the line.

Allen Zhang didn’t bother dealing with them anymore, as long as it didn’t trigger a major conflict, it was fine.

Time flashed by, and it was time to distribute the relief meals while Allen Zhang stood guard dutifully.

Rena and the kitchen staff pushed out a trolley under the direction of manager Cooper.

They had no intention of opening the shelter’s main door, instead only a small window on the side of the dining area, similar to the model of McDonald’s, was used for the homeless people to line up and receive their meals outside.

But Allen Zhang and Sieg, responsible for security, were about to perform tasks outside.

I always say, a $35 hourly wage isn’t that easy to earn!

Allen Zhang reluctantly opened the side door and slipped out of the shelter.

Stepping onto the street, he pulled down the face shield of his explosion-proof helmet, holding an explosion-proof shield in one hand and waving a rubber baton with the other, warning, “Please step back!

Maintain your formation and order, do not cut the line!”

Sieg directly cocked his gun, holding it up expressionlessly at the side.

Not saying a word, using his gaze to deter those Black people who were still thinking of cutting in line, making their scalps tingle and scurrying to the back of the line.

Allen Zhang’s throat was about to split from shouting, nowhere near as effective as Sieg’s smooth action of pulling the safety catch.

Mad, it’s said specialists should do specialized tasks!

Seeing this, Allen Zhang quickly learned.

Putting the explosion-proof shield back in the yard, he drew the shotgun from behind, cocked it with a click-clack, ready to learn from Sieg how to manage the refugees on the West Coast!

Great United States, brimming with martial virtue!