America: Starting with Daily Intelligence

Chapter 93 Rope Art

Are these black guys animals?

Three thousand dollars worth of leaves were used up so quickly?

Zhang Ailun was extremely dissatisfied with them.

The young men knelt on the ground, baring their teeth. But they didn't dare to resist at all, and quickly said, "That 18-times-used pickup truck is worth two thousand dollars too."

"Do you think I'm an idiot? That old, beat-up Ford pickup truck has shattered windows, rusted rims and paint, and you only dare drive it around at night. It's worth at most a thousand dollars!"

Jason walked over aggressively and said, "If you ask me, we should just cut off their kidneys. Their internal organs and corneas are worth something. I used to work as a cadaver, and I know some shady doctors who run skin banks. They often dissect the bodies of homeless people, especially Black people's organs, which are very valuable on the black market. A Black person who has grown naturally for eighteen years without AIDS, given anesthesia, feels no pain but is still conscious—eyeballs, heart, kidneys, liver. Harvest them alive!"

Jason's words became increasingly chilling.

Old Hei was so scared he peed his pants.

So you guys are the biggest evil forces!

Crying and sobbing, she cried, "Please don't do this! I beg you! At most, we just extort money, collect debts, and threaten to beat people up. We've never killed anyone!"

"I like smoking cigarettes! I'm insane!"

"I have AIDS!!"

"Shit! I don't have any problems at all..."

Old Hei had a long face.

"Hahahaha." Jason was amused. How could he possibly do something like illegally trafficking organs?

I did work as a corpse transporter before; back then, countless homeless people died on the streets.

Many homeless people are taken away by unlicensed vans while sleeping on the streets at night, or are lured to unscrupulous hospitals for free medical check-ups, only to suddenly die of brain death after receiving the results.

So try to avoid getting medical checkups here unless absolutely necessary. Ideally, the results should reveal something wrong – like you smoke, drink, have kidney deficiency, or are generally weak. Otherwise, if you see the organ donation section on your driver's license, you've really hit the jackpot, my good buddy.

"Okay, stop scaring them."

Zhang Ailun saw that the black man he had kicked, who was almost paralyzed, had finally woken up, but then fainted from fright when he heard about organ trafficking. He promptly stopped Jason from threatening the old man again and asked him for details about the employer's plans and identity.

The group of black men answered fluently and completely betrayed their employer. They were responsible for kidnapping the man, while the employer, Matt Spencer, waited for the delivery at the abandoned factory.

The coordinates of the abandoned factory in the suburbs were also obtained: 158.664.22x.

The identity information is basically the same as that in the intelligence report.

"That son of a bitch dared to mess with me, I'll squeeze his balls out, crush them, and feed them to the dogs today!" Jennifer was furious and wanted to find her employer to confront him and teach him a lesson he would never forget.

The others also agreed with her idea, and none of them liked to be taken advantage of.

Zhang Ailun rationally advised, "After all, this matter cannot be entirely blamed on the other party. If you hadn't participated in the honey trap and extorted money from them in the first place, you wouldn't have gotten yourself into trouble. We'd better not make things too big."

"You think you can just let this go like this, Alan? If I don't teach him a lesson, he'll definitely hire someone to cause me trouble again next time!" Jennifer said angrily.

"What I mean is, you'd better not actually squeeze his testicles out to feed the dogs."

Zhang Ailun said tactfully, "But I didn't say we'd let him off so easily. At the very least, we should warn him not to break the law."

"Then what are we waiting for? Get on the bus!"

Jason immediately requisitioned several black Ford pickup trucks. Although he complained about them, he got in the trucks faster than anyone else!

"Where are the keys, you nigger?! Give me the keys!" Jason tried to start the car but couldn't find the keys, so he immediately berated the black man in a condescending manner.

The young men, obedient and submissive, meekly handed over the car keys.

Fitz slapped him across the face. "Nigger?"

Jason let out a howl of pain, clutching the back of his head, looking utterly aggrieved. "I wasn't talking about you! I've said plenty of things to you all the time!"

"Not outside!!" Fitz snapped.

Little Lori's eyes could stab you.

"From now on, this vehicle will be our camp's transportation vehicle!" Jason started the vehicle, experienced the driving pleasure, and was overjoyed.

Although the accelerator pedal feels weak and the brakes are jerky, basically on the verge of breaking down, it's still worth the price overall.

The pickup truck can also accommodate several people, making it very convenient for hauling and transporting goods. I am quite satisfied with it.

"You'd better ask them where this car came from," Sieg calmly advised. "If it was bought through a legitimate transaction, that's fine. But if it was stolen, or even a tool suspected of being used in illegal activities, I suggest you take it to the suburbs and sell it to a modification shop for dismantling."

"I never thought a veteran like you would go astray." Jason looked at Sieg in surprise.

"This is just a suggestion!" Sieg corrected immediately.

Whether something is bad or not, it all serves the purpose of survival.

His bottom line is that he cannot harm any innocent good person, nor can he let any bad person go unpunished.

"What do we do? Can we leave now?" the old black men asked in hushed tones. Who would have thought that they would run into such a tough nut to crack here? Their business was ruined, their car was gone, and their boss had been kicked pretty badly.

If you don't get treatment at an unlicensed hospital, who knows how long it will take for a fractured bone to heal?

"What are you thinking? Do you think I'd let you leave before this is over? Of course, you're to lead the way! Go and tell your employer that the person has been kidnapped and that we can deliver him right away."

Zhang Ailun patted his shoulder, applying pressure with his five fingers, and Lao Hei immediately felt excruciating pain, howling in agony as he frantically pulled out his phone to send a message.

"He said he wanted us to take a picture of the victim tied up." Old Black looked at Zhang Ailun and Jennifer expectantly.

"Is this guy really that cautious?" Zhang Ailun asked in surprise.

"I just think he's a pervert!!"

Jennifer rolled her eyes, but still turned around, grumbling, and put her hands behind her back. "Tie me up!"

Zhang Ailun was happy to help others, so he took the nylon rope that Lao Hei had prepared from the car and showed off his rope skills!

He showed off his skills.

Jennifer, her face flushed, knelt on the ground, striking a pose, biting her lip. "How was it?"

Old Hei didn't dare to look any longer, "Okay, okay, okay."

After sending the photos to the employer, Zhang Ailun took their phone and glanced at the chat history.

Mr. Camellia: OK! I like this one! Hurry up and send this little bitch over!

Zhang Ailun: Go and prepare another $5000, otherwise we'll just have to enjoy this girl.

Mr. Camellia: What?! This is extortion! I've already paid you $3000!!

Zhang Ailun: Take it or leave it. $5000 is enough for us guys to enjoy some ultimate pleasure. We'd be willing to die for her if we could sleep with her.

Mr. Camellia: This is a breach of trust! If you dare do anything to her, I will make you pay the price!!

Mr. Camellia: Answer me! Speak!! Damn it, you greedy black devils!! Don't touch her!!

Mr. Camellia: Okay! I can only give you another $3000 at most!! That's all I can come up with. Hurry up and send her over. Send me two more photos; I want her kneeling and looking up at me.

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(End of this chapter)