America: Starting with Daily Intelligence
Chapter 94: Pure Perversion

Chapter 94: Chapter 94: Pure Perversion

"This guy is definitely a freak."

Jennifer glanced at the chat logs and immediately felt a chill down her spine, her skin crawling with goosebumps.

She looked at Allen again, "You’d really be willing to die just to sleep with me?"

Allen was unnerved by her sincere gaze and quickly explained, "I’m just putting myself in the kidnapper’s shoes, that’s how they think."

Jennifer laughed instead of getting angry, moved closer, her breath as sweet as orchid, "If it were you, I wouldn’t mind at all. You could do anything you want to me."

She was completely unaware of how tempting her bound posture was.

Such immense evil.

Allen could only suppress the devil within his heart, forcing himself to stay rational and not to pounce on her.

"Fxxk! When the time comes, I’m definitely going to kick him a few more times!" Fitz couldn’t take it anymore either.

Although she and Jason often played games even more twisted than this in private, and even considered doing masked live streams to make money, which Jason eventually vetoed, at least it was consensual.

But this kind of stranger drooling over you, itching to lick the screen, indeed, it’s more satisfying to punch them in person!

"Work with me here, don’t let him catch on to anything. Once he takes the bait, we might even make a few thousand more dollars," Allen tried to calm her down.

Jennifer thought about it and felt that as long as the job made money, it wouldn’t be a loss for her.

It’s just taking pictures, right? Much easier than a scam.

After pondering, she readily agreed, placed some cardboard beneath her, knelt on the ground, looked up at Allen with pity in her eyes, "Do you like this pose?"

"I love it." Allen snapped several photos rapidly and selected two to send.

Mr. Camellia: Hurry!! Send her over to me!!

Allen: Don’t worry, she’s on her way.

Mr. Camellia: How can I not worry? I paid money! You should serve me!!

Allen: You haven’t paid the rest of the money yet! Shut up! Keep nagging and I’ll take care of this chick right now! Press her to the ground and humiliate her mercilessly! Grand slam!

Mr. Camellia suddenly got silent.

Mr. Camellia: If you really can’t help it, just let her use her hand. Otherwise, I won’t pay you.

Damn!!

Allen felt this guy was a complete freak, even through the screen.

And he was already figuring out which of the guy’s legs he’s going to smash with a baseball bat!

Where’s my War God stick?

Jason was driving the pickup truck, loading the person aboard, with several Black guys staying in the back. Sieg was in charge of watching them.

Allen and Dominic were driving the motorhome, taking Jennifer to the suburbs. Lori was in charge of housekeeping.

According to the location information from the map, they found the address of the abandoned factory precisely, Dominic and Jason quickly left the city area, and it took them twenty minutes to reach the suburbs.

Mr. Camellia: Not there yet? What kind of car are you driving?

Allen: What does it concern you? Just be patient, or I can’t promise I won’t do something to this little chick. She keeps squirming, and my brothers and I are all very agitated!!

Mr. Camellia: No!! I won’t say anything more! Just send the person over, and I’ll pay you.

Allen was lounging with his legs crossed on the bed in the motorhome, enjoying Jennifer’s massage service, replying to messages with a bit of speechlessness.

This is just pure naivety.

If Black sees how easily you’re being manipulated, it’ll definitely be a case of betrayal.

Taking the money, having their fun, and who knows, even you might end up getting your pants pulled down for some special attention.

After all, Black doesn’t fussy about his food.

Make sure you’ve got a weapon for self-defense, or Black will definitely have you defend yourself.

"If only you were really as psycho as you said you were."

Jennifer leaned against something, resting her chin on one hand and gazing at Allen Zhang’s profile with a dreamy look, saying.

"?" Allen Zhang glanced at her with a strange look.

Do you always burn out like this?

Little butterfly’s spitting honey.

"We’re here!!"

Allen Zhang was finding it a bit much to bear, but thankfully Dominic’s cue came right on time.

The RV followed the pickup truck’s driving route and braked to a stop on an empty space at an abandoned factory.

Jennifer’s face changed in an instant, she leaped up, grabbed a baseball bat furiously, and got out of the vehicle, "I’m gonna crush his balls today!!"

Allen Zhang also got out of the vehicle and sent a message to the client to come out for a chat.

Mr. Camellia: I’m coming out right now!!

A group of people gathered around the vehicle, and the big gate of the abandoned factory was opened from the inside out, with a tall, thin, bespectacled, gentlemanly-looking middle-aged man stepping out.

He was still somewhat surprised to see so many people at the scene, "What’s going on? Do we really need this many people just to kidnap one person? And what’s with the RV?"

When he saw Jennifer with a hostile look in the crowd, he instantly sensed something was amiss.

He quickly pulled a gun from his chest and, pointing it at the black people in the crowd, said angrily, "Fxxk you! Black Devil! You’d better give me a damn good explanation!!"

Bang!! A warning shot was fired into the sky.

Black’s scalp tingled – this guy looked so soft and frail, easy to bully, yet he brought a real gun for the deal?

"He’s not dumb, huh!" Allen Zhang was surprised to see the real gun in the other guy’s hand.

Dominic, meanwhile, pulled out a hidden gun from the RV and handed it to Allen Zhang, picking one for himself as well.

"What good will that do?"

Unfazed, Sieg dragged a terror-stricken Black in front of him as a shield, loaded his gun with a couple of clicks, and sprayed bullets into the sky in a rapid succession.

Matt Spencer, hearing the piercing gunfire, was utterly dumbfounded.

"WTF!!"

Watching the machine gun spitting fire and ejecting yellow brass casings, then turning around to point directly at him, his legs turned weak.

The RV’s window rolled down, and two handguns stuck out as someone shouted at him loudly, "FBI!! Matt Spencer! Don’t make any futile resistance! You’re caught!!"

"OK! OK! Don’t shoot!!"

Hearing the word "FBI," Matt Spencer, brain void of thought, immediately complied, nearly peeing himself on the spot.

Even if it wasn’t the FBI, there’s no way he could take on so many guns by himself; he’d end up like swiss cheese.

"Throw your handgun aside!! Put your hands on your head and lie down on the ground, quickly!!" Sieg commanded sternly.

Matt Spencer hurriedly complied, tossing the handgun away, lying on the ground, and showing his hands, "I was just joking with her!!"

"Joke about your mother." Jennifer approached with a baseball bat and smashed it onto his leg.

"You think this is funny!? Laugh! Laugh for me!"

"Ow!! My leg!!" Matt Spencer clutched his thigh, rolling and crawling, howling in pain, "Help me! Please help me!! This woman is crazy!!"

The blacks had clear eyes, shivering like chaff, lying on the ground, not daring to move an inch.

Dude, are you calling for help from us?

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