America: Starting with Daily Intelligence
Chapter 92: Getting Caught in the Crossfire

Chapter 92: Chapter 92: Getting Caught in the Crossfire

"Jason, don’t you like playing the Texas farmer? Take them out!" Jennifer lost it.

Jason was stunned too.

No, I like playing a farmer to deal with Black people, doing some role-playing with Fitz, how did you know about that? You eavesdropped?

All the old Blacks present had faces turning blue and purple.

Poor Lori and Fitz got hit by stray bullets too, they’re Black, what are you implying?

Lucky that Simone wasn’t here, or she’d be another unintended victim.

"You got a smart mouth, huh?"

Old Black was fuming with anger, his nose crooked from rage, glaring and growling, "I’ll see if you’re still hard-mouthed in a bit! I’m going to kill you!!"

"Why don’t you go back screwing lizards, Black Devil! Everybody freeze!!" Sieg got up and drew his submachine gun, cocking it twice, his expression dark.

Old Black was instantly dumbfounded.

Pointed at with the dark muzzle, several people were about to pee themselves.

Looking at each other, not knowing what to do. A young Black quickly dropped the baseball bat and fruit knife, raised his hands, and stood frozen.

Shit! The employer’s intel didn’t mention these guys had guns! And submachine guns at that?

Aren’t they just a bunch of homeless?

"It’s fake! How could they possibly have real guns on them?" The leading Old Black, driven by emotion, seeing his companions frightened, immediately pulled out a fake gun, pointing and gesturing, "Don’t think you’re the only one with a gun!"

Sieg, expressionless, retorted, "Go on, shoot, Black Devil! Let’s see who dies first."

Old Black’s palms were sweaty, feeling stuck between a rock and a hard place.

How could he dare to shoot with a fake gun in his hands, he couldn’t be sure the other’s gun was fake too. Even if carrying a real gun, who could withstand a submachine gun?

Lori stepped up just in time, walked straight forward and said discontentedly, "You call yourself Moni? You roll with the street gangs? You know the rules at all? Coming to our turf looking to die? I give you two choices, either take your people and get lost now, leave the car and learn to stay honest at home, don’t mess with street matters! Or we open fire and kill you all! Drag you to the suburbs and bury you!"

Old Black recognized the towering Lori, "You are Lori? I’ve seen you on sports channels before."

Feeling his aura being crushed, he feigned bravery but thought, when you’re in the game, sometimes face is more important than life.

If he fled in disgrace now, letting others know he’s a coward, those he had offended before would definitely seek revenge even more harshly!

Not a true man.

"You think I’m joking, thinking I won’t shoot?" Moni forced a calm facade, trying to appear composed.

"Or you want to settle it the street way? You think I’m scared of you? Come on! Bro!"

Old Black shoved his pistol back into his pocket, rolled up his sleeves, adopted a stance with spread legs, lowered his center of gravity, rocking left and right, assuming a wrestling pose, and also adjusted his half-exposed butt trousers.

Lori glowered, looking down at him.

Behind him, his followers, seeing their leader so brave, also regained some momentum.

Allen Zhang turned to Dominic beside him and said, "This kind of guts, we’ll need it sooner or later."

"What, to pick cotton?" Dominic didn’t react much, while the supremacist Jason sneered.

"Or maybe have them grow sorghum?"

Fitz fiercely pinched Jason’s thigh, "Fxxk you! If you mention anything else about discriminating against Black people, I swear I’ll blow your brains out!"

Pained, he howled and rolled on the ground, clutching his thigh.

Allen Zhang and Dominic gasped, squeezing their thighs together. Luckily, they weren’t grabbed in their vital parts!

Moni couldn’t stand the noise and gave a glare this way, and Lori seized the opportunity to deliver a huge slap, which landed with a crisp, pleasing sound, shocking Old Black until he staggered near falling to the ground, clutching his face and reconsidering his life choices as he stared at Lori.

Half of his face visibly swelled into a bruised red.

"Look at me! Where the hell are you looking, Black Devil?" Lori glared fiercely, cursed loudly, and gave a shove. Old Black was sent stumbling back as if hit by a bull, eventually landing on his butt on the ground.

In the next second, he quickly scrambled up, pulled up his pants, and confronted the situation head-on, standing tall and glaring, both men staring each other down like bulls in a fight, but he didn’t dare utter a superfluous word, creating a highly tense atmosphere!

However, when Old Black noticed there was another Asian in the crowd, he immediately called for a timeout and stormed over, boiling with rage, "What are you laughing at? Yellow monkey? You looking for a beating? What’s this to you!"

Allen Zhang’s smile stiffened.

?

Seeing the cowardly Old Black charging at him, Allen hadn’t expected to be targeted while minding his own business.

A person’s smile won’t disappear, but it can shift.

"What’s this got to do with you? You damn Asian, you’ve offended me! We don’t need guns! Let’s sort this out by street rules! Come on!"

Old Black, seeing that others weren’t stopping him but rather watching eagerly, felt encouraged and charged forward ready to throw punches.

Allen Zhang didn’t pamper him; as Old Black approached, he swiftly kicked him.

"Fuck off, Black Devil!!"

Old Black didn’t even finish his sentence before being kicked two meters away, lying on the ground clutching his chest, unable to speak, and letting out a series of painful moans.

"How did Asians offend you? You think you’re all that, huh? Stand up and fight me one-on-one! Screw you!" Allen Zhang ran over and pinned Old Black down, delivering a torrent of smacks to his face.

"Speak up! Black Devil! Playing the mute bride, are you?"

Old Black’s face was swollen beyond recognition.

The rest of the young Blacks all started questioning their life choices.

Damn, are they starving?

"Bro, you really can’t read the room; that unassuming man is the toughest fighter!"

Lori had even heard the sound of bones cracking and looked sympathetically at the incapacitated Old Black, "Let’s do this by the street rules; if you lose, you either pay up or leave something behind! Are you leaving a finger or an ear?"

"No! We were wrong! We aren’t really gang members; the guns are all fake, just for show."

The older Blacks, seeing Sieg pick up a knife from the ground looking ready to chop, panicked and knelt on the ground, covering their heads with their hands.

"It was all Moni’s idea! Someone approached him to have us kidnap people; he got most of the money! We each only got a hundred dollars."

"A hundred dollars to get you into kidnapping rackets? Your business is really messed up!"

Allen Zhang gave each a hefty slap, making the young Blacks instantly submissive, and they had their pockets emptied, finding only a few dollars and unsurprisingly fake gold chains.

"Where’s the money? Didn’t you say there was three thousand dollars?" Allen Zhang pressed.

"Spent it on leaves and coco," replied one young Black kneeling on the ground.

"And where are the leaves and coco now?" Allen Zhang asked again.

"All smoked up."

"Then what use are you few Black Devils anymore!!" Allen Zhang cursed and kicked each of them again.

"Skinny as sticks, won’t be able to pick a few bags of cotton in the fields. You think the farm owner would put up with you?"

Lori wanted to remind him not to keep saying Black Devil. But seeing Allen Zhang in his fury, wisely chose to keep silent.