America: Starting with Daily Intelligence
Chapter 79 - 79 79 Preferred Choices in the United States

79: Chapter 79 Preferred Choices in the United States 79: Chapter 79 Preferred Choices in the United States “Leave it to me.”

The leader had given a clear order, and as a subordinate employee, Allen Zhang naturally had nothing to say.

He immediately went out to find Sieg, who was on guard, and relayed Cooper’s words to him verbatim.

“Did he really say that?” Sieg was somewhat surprised.

Even if that Black guy is injured or killed, it doesn’t matter?

That’s a human life!

“Of course, it’s a very good suggestion.

We just need to carry it out.”

When the sky falls, there are tall people to bear it.

They were just temporary workers, what was there to fear?

When dealing with dangerous individuals, bumps and bruises are inevitable.

Even if someone ends up paralyzed, it’s no big deal—who knows what kind of outrageous things a mentally ill person might do?

If he isn’t hurt, other people will be.

If someone sympathizes with their Black brethren after the fact, feeling that though his mind is ill, he’s a good person—then who will speak up for those two innocent homeless men who were stabbed?

The ones who were stabbed were both White.

The homeless were still queuing to receive relief meals, but after waiting so long without any movement, they gradually lost patience.

They began to ask why the meals were no longer being distributed, and the staff members tried to soothe them by saying that preparation was underway.

An older Black man in line was a bit restless, and another Black man, Alexander, behind him was even more irritable.

He directly started pushing the people in front of him aside, intending to squeeze to the front.

This behavior naturally aroused the dissatisfaction of others, who began to accuse him of lacking morals.

But how could Alexander, a mentally ill person whose brain wasn’t quite right, cater to them?

He directly climbed on top and started beating up the White homeless men with fists and feet, cursing and spitting out crude street slang from the West Coast.

Allen Zhang and Sieg saw that the other party had brought trouble upon himself, and immediately went over to try to break up the fight, “Stop!

Don’t fight anymore!”

The White homeless man was sitting on the ground, blood streaming from his nose, also very angry.

He covered his mouth and angrily said, “Why do you have to do this!

You Black people really have the worst manners!”

As soon as these words came out, they instantly caused dissatisfaction among the surrounding Black people, who stepped forward and glared at him.

The friends of the White homeless man naturally did not sit idly by.

They were united in enmity, pointing fingers at a few Black people and cursing loudly.

Meanwhile, Alexander stood his ground and shoved his way to the front without regard, coming to the window wanting to get his meal, but the staff member immediately closed the window.

Alexander was so angry his nose was almost crooked, frantically banging on the window, “Give me food!

Give me food!

I want to eat!

Motherf***er!

Otherwise, I’ll definitely stab you!!” As he spoke, he pulled out a knife from his clothes and started chopping at the window.

Seeing this, the other homeless people were shocked and quickly made way.

This man’s mind was definitely not right!!

The remaining few Black people and Whites started pushing and wrestling on the spot.

Sieg didn’t expect these Black people to be so disobedient and went up with his gun, knocking the older Black away, “I said stop!

Don’t fight anymore!!”

The Black man was completely enraged and, after getting riled up, turned into a fierce, bar-brawling type.

“Don’t think you can act arrogant just because you have a gun, Fxxk you!

I’ve hated you for a long time!!” He charged forward, attempting to take the gun with his bare hands!

My goodness.

Sieg would not indulge him, immediately stepping back to create distance, using gun-fighting techniques, a blow with the gun stock smashed into the old Black’s chin, shattering two of his teeth.

The old Black sat down on the ground, looking dazed, his eyes clearing up, as he held his blood-gushing chin and suddenly became docile.

However, the other older Blacks were still angry, relying on their numbers to boldly surge forward, the leading Black spoke with conviction, “He wouldn’t dare to shoot!!”

What?

Hearing this, Sieg immediately raised the muzzle, aimed at the man’s thigh, and pulled the trigger, bang!!

The gunshot sounded.

The rubber bullet hit the leg from close range, and the leading Black howled in agony, clutching his leg and rolling on the ground.

It felt like being struck by a hammer!

He had lost all sensation.

Everyone was shocked.

The other homeless people panicked and scattered, with a Black woman letting out a piercing scream, “Oh Lord!!”

On the other side.

Seeing Alexander being so arrogant and wielding a knife in broad daylight, Allen Zhang didn’t indulge him either.

He drew out a baton and rushed forward, striking him on the head.

With a loud thud as if struck by lightning, Alexander collapsed to the ground, dazed, supporting himself against the wall, covering his forehead, his face bewildered, blood streaming down his cheeks.

The blood-stained knife blade also fell to the ground.

Allen Zhang immediately bent down to pick up the blade, threw it over the wall into the shelter yard, and pointed the gun at Alexander, sternly saying, “Don’t move, I accuse you of carrying a lethal weapon in public and disturbing public order!

You are under arrest!”

Alexander came around after a few seconds, and like a rabid zombie, began howling and, without a second thought, rushed forward to bite Allen Zhang’s leg!

What the hell?

Allen Zhang was stunned.

Just because your brain isn’t working, you think you’re right?

Raising his leg, he kicked directly in the face, and the Black’s facial features instantly met the ground, blood flowing unrestrained, his front teeth shattered.

But within two seconds, the old Black was up on his feet again, his body exploding with adrenaline, blood streaming from his eyes and nose, bellowing a roar: “Come on!

Fight me to the death!!”

Screaming, he adopted the stance of Mantis Boxing, like an overly enthusiastic kung fu fan, hop-skipping and charging with a series of clumsy punches.

?

Of course, Allen Zhang wasn’t about to stoop to his level and fight him to the death.

As the old Black hadn’t yet closed in, Allen swiftly drew the Taser he carried and pulled the trigger.

Two darts whooshed out, stuck to his clothes, and a crackling current rampaged through him.

The old Black danced spasmodically, exhibiting an ancestral throwback, and collapsed twitching on the spot.

Times have changed, old man.

Allen kept the trigger squeezed, dialing the electric shock up to maximum strength, applying both a physical and psychological double therapy.

But unexpectedly, the old Black quickly adapted to the shock’s intensity, flipped over, got up and, as if nothing happened, charged with a roar, even faster in his fury!!

F*ck my life.

They must have built up your resistance with electric shocks at the mental hospital.

Allen marveled at the old Black’s tenacious spirit and physical prowess.

True to the United States’ select, only the fittest survived the harsh journey across the West Coast.

Allen chose to honor his opponent.

He let go of the Taser and drew the Benelli M1Super90 Tactical Shotgun, racking it twice before firing!!

BOOM!!!

The power of a shotgun?

One shot sent the old Black flying two meters back, slumped on the ground, clutching his chest, unable to make a sound.

More than just bruises and welts, a direct hit could crush bones without question.

Just when Allen thought the old Black would stay down, to his surprise, the insanity kicked in again!

He rose from the ground and charged with a frenzied howl.

No, bro.

You took a beating, an electric shock, a kick, a shotgun blast, and you’re still standing?

What are you, Hancock the Everyman Superman?

How high were you before you showed up?

What kind of mental state keeps you going like this?

Allen immediately turned and dashed to put distance between them, and at close range, fired another shot!

BOOM!!!

The old Black was dazed by the rubber bullet, staggered back a couple of steps, and sat down, eyes rolling back, but still stubbornly upright.

Allen saw him trying to get up again and, boom boom, landed two more shots!

The surrounding homeless were stunned as well; they couldn’t believe the old Black wasn’t down after so many shots.

Even if they were rubber bullets, this was no way to play.

Any normal person would have been long out cold, but this old Black kept bouncing around.

The old Black’s legs moved on their own, stumbling a few steps before diving face-first to the ground.

“Fxxk!

You’re really making me work!”

Allen exhaled in relief, cursing as he picked up the Taser and the rubber baton.

Man, you really can take a beating!

Just as he turned around, that terrifying Black upright ape got up once again, charging ferociously, embracing Allen in a frenzied onslaught, tearing and biting wildly, the pain palpable even through the Anti-stabbing Suit.

Just can’t kill this old Black, eh?

Allen got angry too, clenching his fists tightly and swinging two heavy punches straight at the back of the old Black’s head!!

The old Black’s nose gushed blood, he lay on the ground, life and death uncertain, finally quiet.

This time he’s straightened out for life.

Looks like he’s had enough for good.