America: Starting with Daily Intelligence
Chapter 93 Rope Tricks

Chapter 93: Chapter 93 Rope Tricks

Are these Black Devils cattle or something?

Three thousand US Dollar’s worth of drugs gone so fast?

Allen Zhang is extremely unsatisfied with them.

The Blacks are kneeling on the ground, baring their teeth, but they don’t dare to resist at all and hurriedly say, "That eighteenth-hand pickup truck can also be worth two thousand US Dollar."

"You think I’m an idiot? That old broken-down Ford pickup truck has shattered windows, the rims and the paint are rusting, you’d only dare to drive it at night, at most, it’s worth one thousand dollars!"

Jason approaches aggressively and says, "In my opinion, we might as well slice their kidneys out. The internal organs and corneas are worth something. I’ve worked with corpses before, know a few doctors from black hospitals who run the skin banking business, they often dissect the bodies of homeless people, especially those of Black people. Their organs are extremely valuable on the Black Market, naturally grown for eighteen years without HIV. Inject them with anesthetics, no pain but still conscious, eyeballs, hearts, kidneys, livers. Harvested alive!"

The more Jason talks, the more chilling it becomes.

The Blacks are scared pissless.

Turns out you guys are the biggest crime syndicate!

Weeping bitterly, "Don’t do this! Please! At most, we’ve only done extortion and debt collection, intimidation and beating people up, we’ve never hurt anybody!"

"I like smoking drugs! I’m crazy in the head!"

"I have HIV!!"

"Shit! I’m perfectly healthy..."

The Blacks are crying with long faces.

"Hahahaha." Jason is amused. How could he possibly engage in the illegal organ trafficking business?

He indeed used to work transporting corpses. There were countless homeless people who died on the streets back then.

Many homeless people get taken away by black vans during their sleep at night, or are lured to corrupt hospitals by free medical check-up events, and after the check-ups, they unfortunately ’die of brain death’.

So around here, better lessen the check-ups, best if the results show some problems, prefer to have weak kidneys due to excessive smoking and drinking. Otherwise, when you look at your driving license at the organ donation selection, oh brother, you really came to the right hospital.

"Alright, stop scaring them."

Allen Zhang sees that the Black he kicked almost into paralysis has finally woken up, but got frightened into a seizure again by the organ trafficking talk, and he promptly stops Jason from further terrorizing and asks the Blacks for detailed plans and identities of their employer.

The Blacks readily spill everything about the employer who sold them out. They’re responsible for kidnapping while employer Matt Spencer waits for delivery at the abandoned factory.

They even provide the coordinates of the suburban abandoned factory: 158.664.22x.

The identity information matches exactly with the intelligence reports.

"That son of a bitch dares to mess with me, today I’m going to squeeze his balls out and crush them to feed the dogs!" Jennifer is furious with the desire to confront the employer personally and give him a lesson he will never forget.

The others also agree with her sentiment, none of them like to be taken advantage of.

However, Allen Zhang tries to restrain them rationally, "After all, this cannot all be blamed on the other side. If you hadn’t gotten involved with the extortion scheme from the start, you wouldn’t have brought this trouble on yourself. We’d better not blow up the situation."

"You’re trying to tell me to just let this go? Allen? If I don’t teach him a lesson, he will definitely hire someone to trouble me again!" Jennifer says angrily.

"What I mean is, you’d better not actually squeeze his balls out to feed to dogs."

Allen Zhang says diplomatically, "But I didn’t say to let him off that easily, at the very least we should warn him not to commit crimes knowingly."

"So what are we waiting for? Get in the car!"

Jason commandeers the Blacks’ Ford pickup trucks. Though he complains vocally, he gets in the vehicle faster than anyone else!

"Where are the keys? Black Devil! Bring the keys here!" Jason can’t find the keys when trying to start the vehicle and immediately orders the Blacks arrogantly.

The Blacks comply with everything and obediently hand over the truck keys.

Fitz slapped him across the face, "Black Devil?"

Jason let out a pitiful howl of agony, covering the back of his head full of grievance, "It’s not like I was talking about you, and I’ve never spoken ill of you in the past!"

"Not outside!!" Fitz scolded.

Little Lori’s gaze was sharp enough to cut.

"From now on, this car will be our camp’s mode of transportation!" Jason started the vehicle, experiencing the joy of driving, his heart filled with delight.

Although the gas pedal was limp, and the brakes stuttered, basically on the verge of being considered scrap, overall, it was worth the price.

The pickup truck could also accommodate several people and was very convenient for hauling cargo; he was quite satisfied.

"You better ask them about the origins of this car," Sieg coolly advised, "If it’s a normal transaction, that’s fine, but if it’s stolen, or even suspected to be an instrument of illegal activities, I suggest selling it to a modification shop in the suburbs for dismantling."

"I didn’t expect you, a retired soldier, to have learned bad habits," Jason looked at Sieg in surprise.

"This is just my suggestion!" Sieg immediately clarified.

What’s bad or not, it’s all in the service of survival.

His bottom line was to not harm any innocent good people and not to let go of any bad guys.

"What should we do? Can we go now?" A few Blacks asked in low tones, who would have thought they would run into tough nuts here, the deal fell through, the car was gone, and their boss was kicked pretty badly.

A cracked bone that doesn’t get treated in a Black Market hospital, who knows how long it could take to heal.

"What are you thinking? Do you think I’d let you leave before this matter is settled? Of course, you should lead the way! Go inform your employer, tell him the person is already kidnapped, and we can deliver any moment."

Allen Zhang patted his shoulder, his fingers exerting pressure, and Black cried out in pain, hastily fumbling with his cellphone to send messages.

"He said he wants us to take a photo of the victim tied up," Black looked eagerly at Allen Zhang and Jennifer.

"This guy is so cautious with his work?" Allen Zhang was astonished.

"I only feel he’s a pervert!!"

Jennifer rolled her eyes but still turned around, cursing under her breath, and posed with her hands behind her back, "Tie me up!"

Allen Zhang was happy to help, taking the nylon rope prepared by Black from the car, and demonstrated a bit of his rope skills!

Showing off a little.

Jennifer blushed, kneeling on the ground, and posed, biting her lips, "How about this?"

Black didn’t dare to look too much, "Good, good."

After sending the photo to the employer, Allen Zhang took a look at their chat record on the phone.

Mr. Camellia: ok! I like this! Bring this little bitch over!

Allen Zhang: You better prepare another 5000 dollars, or else we’ll enjoy this chick ourselves.

Mr. Camellia: What? This is extortion! I already paid you 3000 dollars!!

Allen Zhang: Take it or leave it. 5000 dollars for a few of us to enjoy some quality pleasure, even willing to die for a chance to sleep with her.

Mr. Camellia: This shows you have no credit! If you dare to do something to her! I will make sure you all pay!!

Mr. Camellia: Answer me! Speak!! Damn it, you greedy Black Devils!! Don’t touch her!!

Mr. Camellia: ok! I can give you at most another 3000 dollars!! I can’t afford more, bring the person over. Send me two more photos, I want her kneeling and looking up in my direction.

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