America: Starting with Daily Intelligence

Chapter 77 Abundant Martial Virtue

Zhang Ailun and Sieg followed Reina to the security room on the second floor. Reina used her access card to open the door, and their eyes lit up when they saw the well-preserved security equipment inside.

Sig picked up a Sig Sauer short assault rifle. A hint of nostalgia appeared on his face.

But then I felt the weight was off, and when I ejected the magazine, I was dumbfounded. "Why are they all blanks and rubber bullets?"

He picked up a Glock 17 pistol with 9mm bullets and other firearms, and after inspecting them, he realized that only the melee weapons and gas rounds were genuine.

"You've got me all excited over this little gadget." Sieg was a bit speechless.

Zhang Ailun went straight for the stab-proof vest and Taser as soon as he entered, completely ignoring the other guns and cannons.

What guns and cannons? You really think you can use them? This is a shelter, not a bank vault. Your opponents are homeless people, not armed robbers. How could we possibly provide you with any lethal weapons?

If anything happens, just call 911 immediately and the police will handle the situation.

Therefore, this security position is quite useless. To cut costs, they basically only hire temporary workers.

You can't leave the shelter with these things; you can only use them in your own yard.

It's all just for show!

In the end, the two had to be more practical, and Zhang Ailun chose a Taser, a rubber baton, a stab-proof vest, a riot shield, and a riot helmet.

An additional Benelli M1 Super90 tactical shotgun with blank and rubber bullets is included, and the Taser's battery level is sufficient.

Zhang Ailun took down a work position sign hanging on the wall, casually wrote his name on a piece of paper, and then hung it around his neck.

The image displays the logo of the green shelter and a security officer from the riot control unit, Hamburg Juan King.

Sig's job title is listed as head of security and captain of the bomb disposal unit at the shelter.

There should have been security personnel sitting in the monitoring room watching the surveillance footage the whole time, but unfortunately, the shelter's surveillance facilities broke down several years ago, and the previous supervisor, who came here to gain experience, had no intention of repairing them.

There are only two cameras available, one at the main entrance and the other in the containment room. These are usually completely useless; nobody would want to watch Old Black making cream puffs, right?

Fortunately, there are surveillance cameras at other intersections that capture traffic violations, so it's likely that criminals passing by the detention center can also be captured on camera.

Reina watched as the two men were fully equipped with security gear and ready to go on duty, and said with satisfaction, "Alright, gentlemen, you finally look a bit serious in this security gear."

He went up to check on Zhang Ailun, straightened the buttons on his clothes, and casually pinched Zhang Ailun's arm and the pectoral muscles under his stab-proof vest.

It still feels so hard!

Zhang Ailun gave the female thug a strange look. "What do we need to do now?"

"Stand guard and patrol at the entrance. The trucks transporting goods won't arrive until around noon, and the homeless people will definitely scramble for the relief meals and clothes then. Your task and responsibility is to maintain order and make them line up obediently."

Reina said, "To calm people down, I'll heat up the mashed potatoes and chicken cutlets we have in stock. Once the chef has prepared the food, we'll also open a 2-hour food service period."

"Okay, Sig and I will go and complete this glorious mission! For the $35 hourly wage!" Zhang Ailun waved the rubber baton in his hand, full of confidence.

Wearing this outfit, people will immediately recognize me as someone incredibly strong! They're unlikely to come looking for trouble.

"Sig, leave the guard duty to me, and the patrol duty to you. I believe you, as the security captain, are capable of handling this."

Zhang Ailun is a complete slacker.

The shelter isn't officially open yet; it's just a place to warn the homeless through an iron gate, talk to them, and reason with them—it's an easy job.

"Use your job title when you're working! You should call me Captain," Sig said sternly, then slung his Sig Sauer short assault rifle over his shoulder and went out.

"..."

Zhang Ailun stared speechlessly at his retreating figure. "You're just a temporary worker earning two or three hundred dollars a day. Why are you taking this so seriously? You'll be fired after today."

I have to say, I definitely felt that way!

I can still recall that afternoon during military training on the playground, when I tried to slack off but was kicked in the butt by the instructor, and I was forced to run around the playground, grimacing and rubbing my backside.

He followed them out.

Just a door away, the feeling of seeing those homeless people from the inside is completely different from that from the outside.

Before, the crowds on the street looked like a zombie apocalypse, but now, looking at those people, they are disheveled, emaciated, and look frail. There's no need to worry at all, separated by the iron gate.

"Sir, when exactly will the relief meals and clothing be distributed?"

"Someone froze to death yesterday. That was my friend."

"Sir, I'm starving! I need food! I need help! Please!"

"Eat! Eat! Eat!!"

When the homeless man saw the person in charge come out and stand guard behind the door, he also started shouting loudly.

"Don't make a fuss! The shelter is already arranging relief work as soon as possible! We will make sure that everyone will have food and clothes to wear. All you have to do is wait patiently and please understand how hard our staff works."

Zhang Ailun immediately issued a warning, showing no leniency towards the irritable black men who stubbornly clung to the iron gate, and pulled out a rubber baton to bang on the gate. Two thuds and they'd be quiet, clutching their hands.

You're such a show-off! Are you in a rush? Everyone else is shoving, but you're the only one who likes to push!

"We are all trying our best to do our jobs. Your actions are affecting the efficiency of the staff, which will waste everyone's precious time! Don't disrupt public order because of your own selfish thoughts. We are all civilized people. What you should do now is find a suitable place and line up obediently. We will provide you with food and water."

"We respect each and every one of you, and you should also learn to respect and cooperate with our work!"

Zhang Ailun's words resonated with many people, and many homeless people began to consciously stand aside and queue up, no longer crowding, except for a very few black men who wanted to cut in line.

Zhang Ailun didn't bother with them; as long as it didn't provoke a large-scale conflict, that was fine.

Time flew by, and Zhang Ailun, having dutifully stood guard, was ready to distribute the relief meals.

Rena and the kitchen staff pushed a cart out. Under the arrangement of the supervisor Cooper, there was no intention to open the main gate of the shelter. Instead, a small window was opened in the side door of the restaurant, similar to the McDonald's fast food restaurant model, so that the homeless people could line up outside to get their meals.

However, Zhang Ailun and Sieg, who were in charge of security, were about to go out to carry out work tasks.

I knew $35 an hour wasn't something you could easily earn!

Zhang Ailun reluctantly opened the side door and slipped out of the shelter.

Once on the street, he pulled down the visor of his riot helmet, held a riot shield in one hand, and waved a rubber baton in the other, issuing a warning: "Please step back! Maintain formation and order, do not cut in line!"

Sig immediately loaded a bullet, stood to the side with his gun in hand and expressionless.

Without uttering a word, he intimidated the Black men with his eyes. Those who had initially wanted to cut in line immediately felt their scalps tingle and slunk to the back of the queue.

Zhang Ailun's voice was hoarse from shouting, but it wasn't as effective as Sieg's smooth, effortless action of pulling the safety bolt.

Damn it, that's what they mean by professionals doing professional things!

Zhang Ailun saw this and immediately learned it.

He put the riot shield back in the yard, pulled out the shotgun from his back, cocked it with two quick clicks, and prepared to learn from Sieg how to manage the West Coast refugees!

Great America, brimming with martial spirit!

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