America: Starting with Daily Intelligence-Chapter 239 - 157 Connections and Revenge_2

[Daily Intel: The personal butler for the lavish villa at no. 668 in the a area of Crown District has posted a job, recruiting four professional security guards, offering an hourly wage of 65 US Dollars. Take a charter business flight at 10:30 PM to a private island off the California coast to attend billionaire collector Madison’s exhibition event, which will continue until tomorrow, featuring high-energy shows and free party meals. You might consider bringing someone to apply for this job.]

[Daily Intel: The owner of the Wasp Junkyard is attempting to take revenge on you, having mortgaged the junkyard for a loan of 95,000 US Dollars from an underground lending company and planning to take the 4 PM flight out of Los Angeles to head to Southeast Asia, seeking asylum in Laos with a cousin who is a manager in a telecom park. He has searched for your identity information and hired two gunmen from the Biker Gang at Titan Game Hall on Fifth Street to strike back at you. They are expected to sneak into the bridge tunnel camp at around 10 PM to carry out an assassination attempt on you. —Long press to download detailed identity information.]

Allen Zhang: ?

Not bro, I let you off the hook yesterday, and now you’re coming after me?

You really think you’re now a good citizen, huh? Your cousin is still a manager in Piglet Park?

Alright, alright!

After checking the details of the two hitmen, Allen Zhang downloaded their photos, deciding that sitting around waiting was not his style, and immediately sent the facial photos to Blitz.

Allen Zhang: Someone has hired hitmen to cause trouble for me, can you help me track these guys’ whereabouts?

Blitz: Give me a few minutes.

A few minutes later, Blitz sent a message back with real-time locations.

Blitz: Found them, [location share] those two Black people are currently resting at a motel in Zone 7. Another is at a community apartment, should be his long-term rental residence.

Allen Zhang: Can this location be updated in real time continuously?

Blitz: Yes. I can write you a small program right now that attaches to a backend real-time mapping software. When the location gets near the phone, it will vibrate to alert you automatically. I’ll send the program to you, just unpack and download it, then delete it when you’re done.

It’s always you, the underground hacker godfather of Los Angeles! You never disappoint.

Blitz: [Mysterious Code] Unpack it, find the installation package in the root directory of your phone storage, click to install. Allow any prompts.

Allen Zhang: ok!

Allen Zhang followed his instructions to install the app and quickly spotted the coordinates on the Los Angeles map, currently 4.8 kilometers away.

He continued to check out the next intel on the daily report.

[Daily Intel: The Black drug-trafficking gang led by Franklin who were arrested by the police yesterday admitted to their crimes, with your good friend Dave reviewing the case, expected to be sentenced to a combined 160 years in prison. They won’t interfere with the opening of your Sunkist Bar.]

Alright, alright!

As expected, it’s better to throw people in prison.

Allen Zhang decided to catch the guy and give him a severe lesson.

He sent a message to Sieg, asking him to take people to the apartment community to control the Wasp Junkyard owner and then head to the motel to catch others.

Sieg: ? Wasp Junkyard from yesterday? What did they do to you?

Allen Zhang: He made a charitable donation yesterday, now he’s thinking of going back on it. I was even planning to present him with a banner of honor.

Sieg: So he wants to take revenge on you?

Allen Zhang: He’s just too bad, blocking my car and secretly hiring two gunmen from the Motorcycle Gang to assassinate me. I’m planning a nice little chat with him. How many years for hiring a killer and fleeing with the money?

Sieg: Depending on the severity, at least several decades in prison.

Allen Zhang: That’s too little, let Dave handle it. We’re just responsible for the catching. If he’s uncooperative, we’ll treat him with another method! By the way, there’s a job this afternoon I need to go apply for. Get ready and gather the equipment.

Sieg: What job?

Allen Zhang: Protecting the employer’s safety. With your qualifications, you should be successful in applying. An hourly wage of 65 US Dollars!

Sieg: Just that much for an hourly wage? We’re making at least a thousand a day now. Do we still need to take jobs like this? No danger, right?

You’re getting cocky, Sieg.

An hourly wage of 65 US Dollars is already beneath your notice?

Allen Zhang: [Job Posting] Here, take a look for yourself, I’ve already applied. There’s an interview needed later, but I think we can try the back door, got friends in the property management too.

Sieg: Is it that female friend of yours that keeps you out all night?

Allen Zhang: You’d better shut your mouth now! Don’t ruin my reputation out there!

Sieg: Alright.

Do you even have a reputation left? Everyone in Zone 5 knows you as the Cannon King of the West Coast. ƒrēewebnoѵёl.cσm

Allen Zhang also sent a message to Gate and David, telling them to hop in the garbage truck after they get up and head over to the Rich District for some world experience and to get the details about the job. Olivia will be in charge of receiving them.

Putting away his phone, Allen Zhang got up, dressed, washed up a bit, went downstairs, and greeted Olivia.

"Are you up yet, dear? Breakfast is almost ready. For the fried eggs, do you want them medium or well done?" Olivia noticed Allen Zhang coming down and greeted him warmly.

Allen Zhang casually replied: "As long as it’s made by you, it doesn’t matter. I’ll like it either way!"

"I’m very satisfied with that answer!"