America: Starting with Daily Intelligence

Chapter 75 Fear of Street Violence

Zhang Ailun comforted Reina, telling her to protect herself as much as possible and not to have too much contact with those homeless people. After putting away his phone, he immediately went to call Sieg, preparing to drag the other man out of Little Lori's house to become his helper.

Many hands make light work.

Aside from the leader, the only other member of the Beggars' Sect with high combat prowess is Sig, who possesses a full range of street fighting skills.

Zhang Ailun jogged all the way to the area under the bridge where Xiao Luoli lived.

Although both are homeless, Lori doesn't live in an ordinary tent, but in a simple little house made of something like foam boards.

It's a bit less luxurious than a motorhome but a bit more luxurious than a tent; you could call it a tent plus!

It occupies an area of ​​about ten square meters. It's a bit small, and the materials aren't very sturdy, but at least it can keep out the wind and rain, and it also has a door and a small window.

This is all thanks to Little Lori's hard work begging on the street to clean windows. Apart from the necessary expenses of buying leaves, he basically has no other expenses and strives to make his life better.

If you build a foam board house elsewhere, it would definitely be an illegal structure, but under the bridge, nobody cares. The only thing to worry about is that it will be occupied or vandalized by other homeless people.

But Little Lori was so big, tall and strong, with arms thicker than a man's thigh, and a dark face, he looked just like Li Kui reincarnated.

Would he be afraid of ordinary homeless people?

Twenty-eight years old, 2.1 meters tall, 2.1 meters wingspan, 55 cm arm circumference, 50 cm forearm, afraid of street violence.

The homeless should be afraid of him! Being hit by a rugby player's brutal charge is no less damaging than being gored by a calf; an ordinary person would either die or be seriously injured.

The foam board wasn't locked. When Zhang Ailun opened the door, the way the two were embracing was so shocking it was almost unbearable to look at, and he was instantly stunned.

"Hey guys, what's with you two? I never knew you had this kind of sexual orientation!" Zhang Ailun immediately knocked on the door and woke the two up.

Little Lori woke up at the sound, glanced at Sig who was nestled in her arms like a little bird, and was immediately shocked, pushing him away.

"F*** you! What are you doing, bro?!"

Sig was pushed off the makeshift bed made of cardboard and slammed headfirst into the foam board like a ball, leaving him dazed.

"What does this have to do with me? It's clearly your fault. I was sleeping soundly over here, who told you to come over? You're seriously overweight, buddy."

Sig snapped out of his daze and retorted angrily, wondering how the two of them, who were sleeping peacefully on the floor, had ended up sticking together.

Little Lori immediately lost her temper and yelled, "Get out of my hut right now! Don't make me angry!"

"Okay, this is your territory, so of course you're in charge."

When Sieg saw Lori, who was as big as a chimpanzee, he instantly lost the courage to argue with him.

He left the room and thoughtfully closed the door for little Lori. Sig had also suffered a lot last night and still looked a bit sleepy.

He asked listlessly, "Boss, why did you wake me up so early? Isn't it a bit too early to assign tasks?"

"Of course I have something else to discuss with you."

Zhang Ailun immediately pulled out his phone and showed the downloaded gunfight video. At first glance, it looked like a battlefield in the Middle East.

He informed Sieg about what happened in the sixth block, as well as about Alexander, a mental patient who had escaped from the mental hospital.

Sig was dumbfounded. "Did you stay up all night watching short videos?"

With such excellent information, aren't you being a bit too outrageous?

"If you join the intelligence agency, you'll definitely be a top-notch intelligence professional!" Sig said earnestly, his efficiency in gathering data and intelligence was truly remarkable.

"Stay calm, it's my talent, and a sign of God's love and blessing!" Zhang Ailun said.

"Yes, I admit that. It's like we're both homeless, but others can only find cans and discarded food in the trash, while you always manage to get valuable gold and antiques. You're always so lucky!" Sig had no choice but to admit the truth.

The difference between people is greater than that between dogs.

Some people can eat a lot and not gain weight, sleep only two or three hours a day and are full of energy, and are incredibly beautiful and handsome. But I'm horribly ugly, unrecognizable, gain weight even from drinking water, and need to sleep 12 hours a day and eat four meals a day!

Can you say this isn't God's favor?

Sieg had never seen anyone so outrageous.

He wouldn't have believed you before if you told him such a prodigy existed, but now he has no choice but to believe it. The end of science truly is all metaphysics.

"So you want me to go to the shelter with you to help our friend resolve this problem?"

Sieg asked in surprise, "How can I help? Is there anything you can't solve?"

"I'll pick up a new tent for you while I'm at it. Yours's only been a few days and it's already unusable," Zhang Ailun added. "Do you really think I'm Superman? Of course I can't solve everything, otherwise why would I be a homeless person! You've seen Reina before, haven't you?"

"Of course, she's a very elegant and charming mature woman. I never forget a beautiful woman after just one glance!" Sig smiled.

"Then you can forget about her now!" Zhang Ailun raised his middle finger fiercely. "Go wash your face quickly, we're leaving right now."

"Alright, aren't we going to inform Dominic and the others?" Sigurd glanced at the two, realizing there was probably something going on between them, and gave an honest answer.

"No need. The streets are dangerous these days, full of mentally unstable people. Going there will only cause them trouble. When they wake up, they'll definitely get some information by scrolling through short videos on their phones and will naturally understand what to do."

We can simply close for the day.

Too dangerous.

Money is important, but not as important as life.

They're all street hustlers; if they didn't have a sense of crisis, they would have been taken advantage of long ago. There's absolutely no need to worry.

Zhang Ailun and Sieg returned to the middle of the bridge arch and pulled their Trek Butterfly bicycles out of the mud. Looking at the slightly crooked wheels, they knew riding on them would definitely cause them to wobble.

"The quality of bicycles these days is really poor! They break after just a few bumps and knocks."

"I can fix it for you when I get back. I often performed maintenance tasks when I was in the army, so I have some maintenance experience."

Looking at the damaged bicycle, Sieg thought that it wasn't difficult to repair.

There's absolutely no need for experience in tightening screws on armored vehicles and tanks in the military; it's like using a cannon to kill a mosquito.

"You can fix cars? You're truly our lucky star, Sieg!"

Zhang Ailun was overjoyed, not expecting the other party to have so many life skills in their skill set.

Without a means of transportation, the two had no choice but to walk to the Green Letter shelter.

The streets were filled with the stench of sewers, littered with trash and bottles, and broken palm leaves. There were hardly any pedestrians; they must have seen the popular short video and were too afraid to go out.

Many homeless people were carrying bags and collecting cans.

Houses near tree-lined areas had their roofs damaged by broken branches, causing corners to collapse. The scene resembled an apocalyptic landscape, a truly horrific sight.

Upon arriving at the green-lettered shelter, the two were utterly astonished to see it overcrowded, a veritable zombie apocalypse.

(End of this chapter)