America: Starting with Daily Intelligence-Chapter 389 - 268: Sunken Ship Treasure

"I have some recollection of those people, they seem to be members of the Motorcycle Gang from the Titan Game Hall in the Sixth District, probably hired to do the job. Did you offend someone?" Allen Zhang asked.

"I don’t remember offending anyone," Amanda replied, wiping her tears.

"That means someone just targeted you intentionally, just bad luck, especially since Los Angeles is notorious for creeps. If you have connections on the streets, I suggest you seek help to check it out or hire a professional detective to settle this matter."

After finishing, Allen Zhang looked towards the director and the producer, waving at them, "Hey guys, I’ve already driven those people away. You can now pay me the 5000 US Dollars as my fee."

"Of course! Sir, I must say you are truly brave, and you have a decent physique and personal image. Have you ever considered acting in a short drama?" the director eagerly said.

"Acting in a short drama? Sorry, I might not be interested."

Allen Zhang figured his acting wasn’t good enough; he would feel uncomfortable in front of the camera. Acting wasn’t really his thing.

How much could he possibly earn by working for others?

"That’s really a pity. Hollywood has lost a star of tomorrow. If you ever change your mind and want to make some quick money, do contact me. I’m the head of Arctic Fox Film Company in West Hollywood." The director felt a bit regretful after being rejected but still handed his business card to Allen Zhang.

The General Sect Leader took the card and glanced at it. It was a small, almost unknown company, more like a personal studio hiring barely known actors to make quick-view paid short dramas to make money.

Real big companies invest millions, even billions of US Dollars; they wouldn’t be able to compete at all.

Allen Zhang accepted the business card, nodding, "I’ll consider it." freewebnσvel.cѳm

"I’ll pay that amount. Thank you so much for saving my life, sir. May I add your contact? If you have time, I would like to treat you to a meal once the police wrap up here, and I’ll be free," Amanda said, stopping the director from reaching for the money, expressing her gratitude.

"Sorry, I may not have time right now."

Allen Zhang declined: "I still have some matters to attend to. Maybe I’ll have time after I finish my work."

"Okay, here’s my social media ID," Amanda wasn’t discouraged, took out her phone, and tried to add the General Sect Leader as a friend.

Allen Zhang didn’t refuse, exchanged phone numbers with her, and she transferred him an additional 5000 US Dollars. Satisfied, he greeted them and drove away.

A few minutes later, the sounds of police and ambulance sirens began echoing through the streets.

Officers, alerted by passersby about gunshots and the Black Biker Gang speeding in the unfinished building’s filming site, the Southern Branch dispatch center urgently sent patrols from nearby districts to investigate.

Unfortunately, even though their response time was world-class, the General Sect Leader had already mastered the extraordinary martial arts of solving problems on the streets! Texas-native Jimmy’s brutally efficient methods left the police trailing far behind.

If Los Angeles officers were transferred to work in Austin, Texas, they probably wouldn’t even catch a hot meal.

"Well, police always arrive too late after everything’s ended, and we taxpayers always suffer misfortunes without secured safety—issues with Black people doing drugs, robbery, and racial discrimination remain unsolved," the director commented, feeling the urge to complain.

They wanted to continue filming, but the filming equipment was mostly smashed by the thugs, and some crew members were injured; the conditions didn’t allow for the shooting to continue, so they had to take a day off and went to the hospital for treatment.

Those thugs certainly wouldn’t be let off! The identities would be reported to the police.

The rest was no longer the General Sect Leader’s concern; his phone book had an additional celebrity friend, and his bank account, an extra 5000 US Dollars spending money.

Allen Zhang drove towards the port area of southern Los Angeles, meanwhile sending a message to Sieg about going fishing off the coast.

Sieg: Boss, you didn’t buy another container mystery box, did you?

Allen Zhang: What are you saying? Do you think I’m the kind of gambler who relies on luck to make money? Am I capable of suddenly making a fortune here? I’ve definitely been secretly learning a lot of information! You only saw me buying a mystery box making money, but you didn’t see my serious learning and efforts behind the scenes!

Sieg: Really? When did you work hard? All I saw was you dating beauties and staying out all night.

Allen Zhang: Cut the chatter, there’s a sunken ship salvaging event happening at the port area. Tickets are only one hundred US Dollars each. Renting a boat from Alpha Company is free for the first two hours, and if we overstay, it’s an additional 200 US Dollars per hour, but if we stick to the time limit, we can enjoy a free sea ride!

Cool knowledge for freeloading.

Sieg: 100 US Dollars for a ticket, and you call that free?

Allen Zhang: The fuel cost for launching a salvage boat is more than one hundred US Dollars alone. I have a feeling that this outing for sunken treasures may bring unexpected finds! Recently, there was a Fast Ship from Mason that accidentally capsized here.

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