America: Starting with Daily Intelligence

Chapter 92 Getting Caught in the Crossfire

"Jason, don't you like being a Texas rancher? Go beat them up!" Jennifer snapped.

Jason was completely dumbfounded.

No, I like playing the ranch owner and having sex with Black people, and doing role-playing with Fitz. How did you know that? Did you eavesdrop?

The faces of the black men present were all bruised and purple.

Lori and Fitz were also unfortunately caught in the crossfire; they're also Black, so what do you mean by this?!

Thank goodness Simone wasn't there, otherwise she would have been caught in the crossfire again.

"Are you being stubborn?"

Old Hei was trembling with rage, his nose practically crooked with anger. He glared at them and growled, "I'll see if you're still so stubborn in a bit! I'm going to fuck you to death!!"

"Go back to your lizards, you bastard! Don't move!!" Sig stood up, pulled out his submachine gun, and chambered a bullet with two clicks, his face grim.

Old Hei was instantly stunned.

Pointing the dark muzzle of a gun at them, the men were immediately terrified.

They looked at each other, at a loss. One of the boys quickly dropped his baseball bat and fruit knife, raised his hands, and stood there motionless.

Shit! The employer's intelligence didn't mention these people had guns! Or submachine guns?

Aren't they a group of homeless people?

"It's fake! How could they possibly have real guns on them?" The leader, an agitated man, seeing his companions' fear, immediately pulled out a fake gun and pointed it at them. "Don't think you're the only one with a gun!"

Sieg looked at him expressionlessly. "Go ahead and shoot, you nigger! Let's see who dies first."

Old Hei's palms were sweating; he felt caught in a dilemma.

He wouldn't dare fire a gun if it was fake; he couldn't guarantee the other person's gun wasn't fake either. Even if they had real guns, who could withstand a submachine gun?

Little Lori stepped forward at the opportune moment, walked straight over, and said with displeasure, "Your name is Manny, right? You're one of those street thugs too? Don't you even know the rules? Did you come to our turf to die? I'll give you two choices: either take your men and get out of here now, leave your car behind, and behave yourself at home from now on, don't get involved in street stuff! Or we'll just shoot you all dead! And bury you in the suburbs!"

Old Black recognized the 2.1-meter-tall Lori. "You're Lori? I've seen you on the sports channel before."

Having lost face, some were tempted to back down and run away, but Lao Hei thought again that in the underworld, face is sometimes more important than life.

If he runs away now and lets everyone know he's a coward, then those he offended before will definitely retaliate even more fiercely!

No hero.

"Are you kidding me? Do you think I wouldn't dare to shoot?" Mani forced himself to remain calm.

"Or are you planning to settle this in the streets? You think I'm afraid of you? Come on, you idiot!"

Old Hei shoved the pistol back into his pocket, rolled up his sleeves, adopted a stance with his weight shifted, and swayed from side to side as if he were wrestling. He even pulled up his pants, which were half-exposed.

Little Lori looked down at him with a dark expression.

Seeing their boss so brave, the underlings behind him regained some of their fighting spirit.

Zhang Ailun turned to Dominic beside him and said, "With that kind of fucking guts, you'll need it sooner or later."

"What are you going to do with it, pick cotton?" Dominic didn't react much, but the white supremacist Jason did make a sarcastic remark.

"Should we let them plant sorghum?"

Fitz, standing next to Jason, pinched Jason's thigh hard. "Fxxk you! If you say another word about racism against Black people, I'll smash your head in!!"

He let out a howl of pain and rolled on the ground, clutching his groin.

Zhang Ailun and Dominic gasped and squeezed their thighs together. Thank goodness they weren't pinched in a sensitive area!

Mani, unable to bear the noise any longer, glared at them. Little Lori seized the opportunity and slapped him hard across the face. The sound of the slap was crisp and clear, leaving Old Black stunned. He was so dizzy that he almost collapsed to the ground, covering his face and looking at Little Lori with a sense of existential crisis.

Half of his face visibly turned black and red.

"Look at me! Where the hell are you looking, you black devil?" Little Lori glared at him, cursing loudly, and shoved him hard. Old Blackie was like a bull had run over him, his hind legs thumping as he sat down on the ground with a thud.

The next second, he hurriedly got up, pulled up his pants, and, not wanting to lose face, stubbornly stared at each other with his head held high and eyes wide open. The two of them glared at each other like bulls fighting, but he didn't dare to say a word more than necessary. The atmosphere was extremely tense!

However, when the black man inadvertently noticed an Asian person in the crowd, he immediately called a break, stormed over, and yelled, "What are you laughing at, you yellow-skinned monkey? Do you want to get beaten up? What's it to you?!"

Zhang Ailun's smile froze.

?

Seeing that the black man, who was bullying the weak and fearing the strong, had come at him, he never expected to be shot even when he was lying down.

A person's smile doesn't disappear, but it can move on.

"What's it to you? You damn Asian, you've offended me! We don't need guns! Let's do it like street rules!! Come on!"

Seeing that the others didn't stop him and instead seemed to be watching the show, Lao Hei was encouraged and angrily ran over, ready to make a move.

Zhang Ailun didn't tolerate him. When Lao Hei came up to him, he kicked him with a straight kick.

"Fuck you niggers!!"

Before the old man could finish speaking, he was kicked two meters away, lying on the ground clutching his chest, unable to speak, letting out a series of painful groans.

"What's wrong with you being Asian? You think you're so tough? Stand up and fight me one-on-one! I'll fucking beat you up!" Zhang Ailun ran over and grabbed the black guy, slapping him across the face repeatedly with his big beanbag.

"Speak! You nigger! The mute bride?"

Old Hei was bruised and swollen, completely stunned by the beating.

The other guys instantly questioned their existence.

Holy crap? Dismantling Nice on an empty stomach?

"Bro, you really have no sense of propriety! That guy who doesn't look strong is the real fighter!"

Lori had even heard the sound of bones cracking. He glanced pityingly at the incapacitated Black man. "Let's do it the street rules. You lost, so either pay up or leave something behind! Do you want your fingers or your ears?"

"No! We're wrong! We're not actually gang members at all, and these guns are fake; they're just for bluffing."

Several black men were terrified when they saw Sieg pick up a fruit knife from the ground and walk over, looking like he was going to chop off their hands. They quickly knelt down and covered their heads with their hands.

"It was all Mani's idea! Someone approached him and asked us to kidnap people. He got the most money! We each only got a hundred dollars."

"One hundred dollars for kidnapping? You're really shameless!"

Zhang Ailun gave each of them a large bag, and the few thugs immediately became obedient. They ransacked their bodies, finding only a few dozen dollars in total, and the gold chains were undoubtedly fake.

"Where's the money? Didn't we agree on three thousand dollars?" Zhang Ailun questioned.

"I bought leaves and cocoa," Little Blackie answered honestly, kneeling on the ground.

"What about Yezi and Cocoa?" Zhang Ailun asked again.

"All of them have been drawn."

"What use are you black devils then?!" Zhang Ailun cursed and kicked each of them again.

"You're as skinny as a bamboo pole; you can't even pick a few bags of cotton in the field. Do you think the farmer will tolerate that?"

Little Lori wanted to remind him not to keep calling someone a "nigger." But seeing Zhang Ailun's angry expression, she wisely kept quiet.

(End of this chapter)