America: Starting with Daily Intelligence

Chapter 60 Driving Away Wolves to Devour Tigers

Well, what do I have to do with this kind of thing again?

Upon seeing this, Zhang Ailun turned and left.

He had no intention of betting on whether the black man was carrying a real gun, even though it was very likely a fake one in broad daylight in the city.

Damn! The homeless people on this street are way too high-level! Their inventory is full of deadly weapons, and their factions are all tied to the local gangs.

I don’t know if it’s because the latter half of Sanji’s bar was controlled by a gang, which must have been a small, unruly black gang.

You even try to grab a share of the food from homeless people, you're so pathetic, I look down on you!

After walking two blocks, Zhang Ailun happened to see several police officers eating donuts and drinking milk tea at a traffic light. On a whim, he approached a homeless man begging with a cup next to him, took out $5 and whispered something to him.

After receiving the money, the homeless man immediately went over and greeted the police officer, "Hello, officer."

"Hello, sir, is there anything I can help you with?" Several police officers remained calm when they saw that the man was a white homeless man.

"Here's what happened. I was begging on the next street when I saw some homeless black men illegally carrying guns! It's on the street diagonally opposite the Sanji bar! They even dragged an innocent homeless man into an alley and assaulted him! He desperately needs your help." The homeless man, devoid of any sense of decency, immediately reported the incident.

The white police officers exchanged a glance, and upon hearing the words "Black person," "gun," and "violent," which triggered sensitive terms, they immediately dropped their donuts and milk tea.

Picking up the walkie-talkie on his chest, he called the dispatch center: "This is Vicky. I've encountered a situation. A citizen reported seeing a black man illegally carrying a gun and assaulting people near the Sanjis bar. We are on our way to the scene. Requesting backup."

Dispatch Center: "Understood. Other nearby officers have been notified to provide support."

"Thank you for your tip, sir. Have a nice day." The white officer greeted him, then quickly got into the car with his colleague, started the engine, sounded the horn, and stepped on the gas, heading towards the scene of the crime.

Zhang Ailun was also pleased with the officers' sense of responsibility.

If you were in Texas or Virginia, I wouldn't care if you had a gun on campus or in the city.

But if you insist on illegally possessing a gun in California, the state with the strictest gun control in the US, and openly flaunt your gun on a busy street in the city, claiming to be a gang member, then I won't be so polite!

Illegally possessing a fake gun is punishable by the same sentence as possessing a real gun.

Only those who survive are eligible to go to prison.

Keep it up, Xiao Heizi.

Using one enemy to devour another, using another to kill—does this street thug understand? Go ahead and learn.

Zhang Ailun had originally planned to go home and lie down, and then see how things went tomorrow so he could have Dominic come over and collect the cans.

After all, the homeless black man on the street is unlikely to survive today, and the gang will behave themselves. If they don't behave, their hideout will be wiped out, and they can easily take over the treasure chests of these two streets.

Simone sent him a message along with a picture of a greenhouse.

The background is in a basement, with warm lighting, flower pots wrapped in plastic film, a floor fan, and a window.

Zhang Ailun was very familiar with this scene.

His old small workshop was of a similar size, which is very realistic.

Zhang Ailun: You actually worked with them?

Simone: I was just invited here for a visit. Would you like to come over and help out?

Zhang Ailun: What kind of help? If it's helping with planting, then forget it, I'm not interested in that kind of thing.

Simone: No, Jason found that one of the seeds in the bag he bought, which had been left in the corner, had sprouted, but it looked more like a wheat seed? Or a rice seed? Aren't you Asians good at farming? So he wanted to ask you to come and take a look.

Zhang Ailun: What do you mean? What right do you have to say I'm better at farming when your family has been picking cotton for three generations? Isn't Jason from Texas? Doesn't this old red-necked guy, who toils in the fields with his neck tanned dark from working in the sun, know about rice and wheat? A high-achieving student, huh?

Simone: Fxxk you! Ellen! Why did you say that to me? You can't say that!

Zhang Ailun: Come on, Asians are good at farming, Black people are good at picking cotton, and Mexicans are good at building houses! That's a complete stereotype!! It's deliberate propaganda by the media! Why don't they promote the idea that we Asians are the ones with the highest average IQ, the most cultured, the most refined, the most orderly, the most historical, and the most versatile, instead of just saying that we can farm?

Even making a short film requires careful selection from millions of people, and all kinds of projects are constantly incorporating technology. Who can withstand that?

I despise you! You sickly opportunists! Yenara's curse will finally come true for you!

Simone: Okay, Mr. All-Powerful, then why are you still somewhere else? Why aren't you flying over here to save us!

Zhang Ailun: Give me the seat! Give me the seat!! Your all-around hero is coming right away!!

Simone sent the location to Zhang Ailun.

Zhang Ailun glanced at it and saw that it was in a poor neighborhood. He quickly rushed over.

Arriving at the community in just over ten minutes, Zhang Ailun encountered a problem and sent a message to Simone: Come out and pick up your Mr. All-Round!

Simone: ? The community gate is open.

Zhang Ailun: I was stopped by a black woman at the door! She suspected I was a thief! This is utterly ridiculous! I am the crow.

Simone: ...

Jason rushed over after receiving the message and explained to the black woman who was blocking the entrance of the community, looking suspicious and whose thighs were thicker than Zhang Ailun's waist. Only then did the woman relax her guard and start speaking in a West Coast black rap style.

"Shit! If you hadn't told me, I would have thought he was going to drag me into an alley and humiliate me. This Asian kid is as strong as a buffalo, he looks like he's going to eat me alive!"

The Black woman breathed a sigh of relief, looking like she had just escaped a disaster, but also a little regretful. She turned around and swayed her hips as she left.

Eat you? I feel like you could sit on me and kill me.

Zhang Ailun was speechless. "Are you a kiln owner or a charcoal seller?"

Jason led Zhang Ailun to the venue, which was a basement. Inside, besides Simone and Fitz, there was a poor guy with a rooster-like hairstyle and dark makeup. They were arguing endlessly about whether the seeds on the table were hemp seeds or rice or wheat.

Zhang Ailun walked over and glanced at it before issuing his verdict: "It's confirmed. There's a small amount of castor seeds mixed in, but a large amount of hemp seeds and black sorghum seeds. Where did you get them?"

Our ancestors have been growing this stuff for thousands of years; it grows everywhere along roadsides in rural areas.

Hemp seeds, also known as hemp kernels, hemp fibrous seeds, or wild hemp, are the fruit of the hemp plant. The plant bark is used to weave cloth and make clothes, which are called hemp clothing. The ropes made from the bark are called hemp ropes. The seeds after the shell is removed are the hemp kernels used in traditional Chinese medicine.

It is an ancient cultivated plant, belonging to the genus Canna in the family Moraceae, and is an annual erect herb. In food, it can also be used as an ingredient in making hemp seed tofu, which is delicious.

Sorghum, needless to say, has a wide range of uses.

Castor seeds are the mature seeds of the castor bean plant, belonging to the genus *Castorium* in the family Euphorbiaceae. Native to Africa, it is a perennial herbaceous plant, and gangs and drug dealers primarily cultivate this short-cycle, high-profit castor bean plant indoors.

The sorghum grains all look pretty much the same, and they look rather uneven. The black sorghum seeds are the right size, and if you mix them in, you won't be able to tell them apart.

What a genius! Selling hemp seeds is illegal, but it doesn't say selling sorghum seeds is illegal!

You bought hemp seeds, I sold sorghum. Is there a problem with that? No problem! It's just unethical.

They are easily killed.

(End of this chapter)