America: Starting with Daily Intelligence-Chapter 430 - 222 Accepting the Bank’s Errand

Before long, Old Jack had driven back to the city and arrived at the Sunkist Bar, parking the car by the roadside.

Upon entering the bar, he didn’t do anything else, but went straight to the front desk and ordered two glasses of Brandy to rinse his mouth.

Allen Zhang learned the news and came out of his office. Seeing Old Jack, who’d become refreshed after the two glasses of Brandy, he also asked, "Did you handle the suburban matters? What did you do with those Black people?"

"What else could I have done? They had thoughts of extorting and blackmailing me, so they had to bear the risk of extortion failure. I just took practical actions to prove to them that they had provoked the wrong person," Old Jack casually replied, "Don’t worry, I didn’t do much, I just put a few of them in sacks and found a small grove to bury them half alive. After all, I’m an old man whose one foot is already in the grave. I only think about making more money before retirement, not about being burdened with taking lives for no reason. Their worthless lives are not worth the effort for me."

"I’m relieved to hear you say that," Allen Zhang nodded, afraid that the old lad might impulsively send someone to meet God.

He greeted Mary and asked her to waive Old Jack’s drink tab, his treat.

"No need. Business is business. Although I work with you, it’s not like I can’t pay for the drinks," Old Jack waved his hand and took out 170 US Dollars, placing it on the table.

Seeing him insist, Allen Zhang didn’t say any more, expressing his admiration, "I like people like you who keep private and public affairs separate and have ambition. It’s clear you’re someone who will do big things."

After arranging things in the bar, Allen Zhang was ready to take Old Jack to the outskirts to Razer Motorcycle Gang to meet Shadi.

"Just the two of us?" Old Jack followed the General Sect Leader out the door, somewhat puzzled, "You didn’t arrange for your men to come over?"

"It’s just a meeting to talk business, we don’t need so many people. Just treat it as an elder from a friend’s family inviting us over," Zhang explained.

Allen Zhang got into the armored car and glanced again at Old Jack’s battered pickup truck, "My car is more convenient."

"Indeed, but I hope this elder is older than me," Old Jack hummed a laugh and also got into the passenger seat.

Taking out his phone to search for navigation, Allen Zhang started the car, left the city area, and entered the main road of the suburbs. After driving for about tens of minutes, they arrived at the territory of the Razer Motorcycle Gang.

Still the familiar scene, with graffiti. The General Sect Leader parked by the roadside and called Shadi. After she answered, he said, "I’m here with the people from the Bowhead Whale gang, hurry up and come out."

"I’ll be right there."

After hanging up, they saw Shadi walk out from inside a minute later.

Wearing a red leather jacket, neatly cut short hair, a black lacy leather skirt, and a pair of high-heeled leather boots, her long black silk legs were longer than some people’s lives.

She approached the armored car, opened the door to get in, and seeing the General Sect Leader inside, as well as an older white man, she was surprised, "Just the two of you? Who is the person from the Bowhead Whale gang? This old man?"

"Hey! I advise you not to judge a book by its cover, little girl," Old Jack was a bit dissatisfied, "I’ve had more meals than you’ve walked miles. You should learn to respect your elders! Don’t think you can just evaluate others because you’ve got looks. Didn’t Juan Jin tell you that I’m just one of the members of the Bowhead Whale, and the real boss is actually the one sitting next to you?"

"You’re the boss of the Bowhead Whale?" Shadi turned her head toward the General Sect Leader, somewhat surprised.

"I’m not, don’t listen to his nonsense. We just worked together on a deal within the industry. I’m only in charge of driving and transportation; the business I run is just the bar and the Armed Nation," Allen Zhang firmly denied, and it was also the truth.

Indeed, the General Sect Leader had never really been involved in that circle; he was just a driver.

After Shadi got into the car, he restarted the vehicle, readjusted the navigation, and drove toward the direction of Palm Valley.

"Alright, whether you are or not, it doesn’t matter to me. I just know you’re not a simple person," Shadi shrugged her shoulders, not minding at all, and asked curiously, "Apart from this deal, what other business have you done before?"

"Didn’t your rich dad tell you? The deal with the Starlight Casino in Little Rock, that was us, the Bowhead Whale hitting the scene again! We have a very loud reputation in the circle, too," Old Jack said nonchalantly, "If the plan goes well, the commotion from the Wells Fargo Bank heist in Palm Valley will definitely be bigger than the reaction in Little Rock! Many people in the circle want to bid on this money-making opportunity, but only a handful of teams are actually selected. No need to worry about the news and media, these kind of shady dealings won’t have anyone actively buying trending spots."

The news in Little Rock only appeared for half a day and then faded without a trace.

Those in the circle who have had the most information are the underground and street forces.

This is a totally different line from the news sources that ordinary people have access to.

"The bank heist in Lancaster City was also done by people in your circle?" Shadi inquired, puzzled.

"I heard it was done by some impulsive youngsters who wanted to make a name for themselves in the circle, that’s why they did the deal. But they don’t use their brains at all in their acts, acting like headless flies crashing around, so it’s natural that they ended up with that result," Old Jack said with disdain.

R𝑒ad latest chapt𝒆rs at freew𝒆(b)novel.c(o)m Only