America: Starting with Daily Intelligence

Chapter 79 American Choice

"Leave it to me."

With the leader giving clear orders, Zhang Ailun, as a subordinate employee, naturally had nothing to say. He went straight out to find Sieg, who was on guard duty, and relayed Cooper's words to him verbatim.

"He really said that?" Sieg was somewhat surprised. Even if he injured or killed that old black man, it wouldn't matter? That's a human life!

"Of course, that's a good suggestion, we just need to follow it."

If the sky falls, the tall ones will hold it up. They're just temporary workers, what's there to be afraid of?

When dealing with dangerous individuals, minor collisions are inevitable. Even if someone is paralyzed from the waist down, it doesn't matter. Who knows what outrageous things a mentally ill person might do? If he doesn't get hurt, someone else will.

If someone feels sorry for their Black compatriots and speaks out afterward, saying that although he was mentally unstable, he was a good person, then who will speak up for the two innocent homeless men who were stabbed?

The two people who were stabbed were white.

The homeless people were still queuing to receive relief meals, but after waiting for so long without any progress, they gradually lost patience and began to ask why the meals were no longer being distributed. The staff reassured them that they were preparing the meals.

The older black man in the line was getting restless. Alexander, a black man at the back of the line, was even more agitated than the others. He shoved the people in front of him aside and tried to squeeze to the front. This behavior naturally aroused the dissatisfaction of the others, who began to criticize him for being immoral.

But how could Alexander, a mentally unstable lunatic, possibly tolerate them? He immediately mounted them and began punching and kicking the white homeless man, cursing and uttering beautiful West Coast street codes.

Seeing that the other side had delivered themselves into their hands, Zhang Ailun and Sieg immediately went over to try and break up the fight, shouting, "Stop! Don't fight anymore!"

The white homeless man slumped to the ground, blood streaming from his nose. He was furious, covering his mouth, and shouted, "Why did you do that! You black people really are the most rude people!"

These words immediately provoked the dissatisfaction of the surrounding Black people, who stood up and glared at him.

The white homeless man's friends, of course, did not stand idly by. They were united in their hatred and started pointing and cursing at the black men.

Alexander, however, stubbornly pushed his way forward without asking any questions, and tried to get his food at the window, but the staff simply closed the window.

Alexander was furious, pounding on the window. "Give me the food! Give me the food! I want to eat! Fuck you! Otherwise I'll stab you to death!!" He pulled a knife from his clothes and slashed at the window repeatedly.

The other homeless people were taken aback and quickly made way for him. This guy is definitely not thinking straight!

The remaining Black men and white men started pushing and wrestling on the spot. Sieg, not expecting these Black men to be so unruly, stepped forward and shoved the older Black man aside with the butt of his rifle. "I told you! Stop fighting!!"

The black man was completely enraged. Once he got carried away, he transformed into a dark-skinned, red-faced brat, yelling, "Don't think you can be arrogant just because you have a gun! Fxxk you! I've had my eye on you for a long time!!" He charged forward and tried to disarm the gun with his bare hands!

What a warrior I am!

Sig wasn't about to let him get away with it. He immediately stepped back to create distance, then used his gun-fu technique to smash the butt of his gun into the old man's chin, breaking two of his teeth. The old man sat on the ground with his head tilted back, a little dazed, his eyes clear. He clutched his bleeding chin and instantly became obedient.

However, the other Black men remained enraged and, relying on their superior numbers, charged forward. The leader declared confidently, "He won't dare fire!!"

What?

Upon hearing this, Sieg immediately raised his gun, aimed at his thigh, and pulled the trigger. Bang!

A gunshot rang out. A rubber bullet struck the leg at close range, and the leader, an older black man, let out a wail, clutching his leg and rolling on the ground. It felt like he'd been hit with a hammer! He was already unconscious.

Everyone was stunned. The other homeless people panicked and scattered in all directions, while the Black woman let out a shrill scream: "Sarilang!!!"

the other side.

Seeing Alexander's arrogance, brandishing a knife in broad daylight, Zhang Ailun didn't tolerate him. He pulled out his rubber baton, rushed over, and slammed it into Alexander's head.

With a loud thud, as if struck by lightning, Alexander collapsed to the ground, dazed and confused. He leaned against the wall, clutching his forehead, his face blank. Blood streamed down his cheeks, and the blood-stained blade fell to the ground.

Zhang Ailun immediately bent down, picked up the razor blade, and threw it over the wall into the yard of the shelter. He then pointed the gun at Alexander and said sternly, "Don't move! I'm charging you with illegal possession of a deadly weapon in public and disturbing the peace! You're under arrest!"

Alexander paused for a few seconds, then howled like a zombie with rabies, and charged forward without thinking, grabbing Zhang Ailun's thigh and biting him!

Holy crap?

Zhang Ailun was stunned. You think you're right just because you're not smart enough?

He raised his leg and delivered a solid kick to the face, sending the old man's dark face crashing to the ground, bleeding profusely, and his front teeth shattering.

But less than two seconds later, the old black man got up again, his adrenaline surging, his eyes wide, blood spurting from his mouth and nose, and roared, "Come on! Kill me!!"

With a strange cry, he struck a pose reminiscent of the Mantis Boxing style, like a martial arts enthusiast who had watched too many action movies. He jumped and hopped, swinging his wild, unrestrained fists as he charged forward.

?

Zhang Ailun, of course, was not going to stoop to his level and kill him. Before Lao Hei could get close, he pulled out his Taser and pulled the trigger.

Two electric darts flew out with a whoosh and caught on the clothes. The crackling current raged, and Old Hei was immediately shocked, flailing his arms and legs and exhibiting atavistic behavior, collapsing to the ground and convulsing.

My lord, times have changed.

Zhang Ailun gripped the trigger tightly, setting the electric shock power to maximum, employing a dual approach of physical and psychological therapy.

But to everyone's surprise, the old black man quickly adapted to the electric shock power, rolled over and got up, charging forward as if nothing had happened, howling and roaring angrily, his speed noticeably increased in his frenzy!

I say, "Mud horse!"

So you developed resistance to electroshock therapy in a mental hospital?

Zhang Ailun praised the old black man's tenacious will and physical fitness. He truly lived up to his reputation as America's best; those with poor physical condition would have died at sea long ago.

Zhang Ailun chose to respect his opponent. He released the Taser, drew his Benelli M1 Super90 tactical shotgun, and fired twice!

Bang! ! !

How powerful is a shotgun? One shot sent Old Black flying two meters away by a rubber bullet, clutching his chest and collapsing to the ground, unable to utter a sound.

It wasn't just bruises; if the shot had hit the right spot, the bone would have been crushed without a doubt.

Just when Zhang Ailun thought the black man would behave, he didn't expect that the mentally ill man was different! He got up from the ground again, howling and charging forward.

Not a buddy.

After being hit by a stick, an electric shock, a kick, and a shotgun blast, how can you still stand up?

Are you Hancock, the Superman?

How much did you take before coming here?

What kind of mental state could drive you to act so erratically?

Zhang Ailun immediately turned and sprinted to create distance. As the opponent approached, he fired another shot!

Bang! ! !

Old Hei was instantly stunned by the rubber bullet, took two steps back, sat on the ground, his eyes rolled back, but he remained steadfast.

Seeing that he was about to get up, Zhang Ailun fired two more shots!

The homeless people around were also stunned, never expecting that the old black man hadn't fallen after taking so many shots.

Even if it's a rubber bullet, you can't play with it like that. Most people would have passed out long ago, but this old black man is still alive and kicking.

Old Hei's legs seemed to move on their own, and he lurched forward a few steps before crashing headfirst into the ground.

"Fxxk! You really made me do it!"

Zhang Ailun breathed a sigh of relief, grumbling as he picked up the taser and rubber baton. "You're really tough!"

Just as he turned around, the terrifying black-skinned upright ape got up again, roaring savagely as it charged at him, grabbing Zhang Ailun and rampaging through him, tearing and biting wildly. Even through the stab-proof vest, one could feel the pain in his flesh.

Is this old black guy really impossible to kill?

Zhang Ailun was also enraged. He clenched his fists, turned around, and delivered two powerful punches to the back of Zhang Ailun's head!

Old Hei immediately suffered a nosebleed, collapsed to the ground, and was completely subdued.

I've finally lived a straight life.

It looks like things are going to be tough for them.

(End of this chapter)