America: Starting with Daily Intelligence

Chapter 94 Pure Pervert

"This guy really is a freak."

Jennifer glanced at the chat history and immediately felt a chill run down her spine, getting goosebumps all over.

He glanced at Zhang Ailun again. "You'd really be willing to die if you slept with me?"

Zhang Ailun felt a chill run down his spine from her earnest gaze and immediately explained, "I'm putting myself in the kidnappers' shoes; that's what they're thinking."

Jennifer didn't get angry; instead, she smiled and snuggled closer, her breath sweet as orchids. "If it were you, I wouldn't mind either. You can do whatever you want to me."

She has no idea how alluring her tied-up position is.

What a great evil!

Zhang Ailun could only suppress the evil spirit within him, keep himself rational, and not lash out at her.

"Fxxk! I'm definitely going to kick him a couple more times then!" Fitz couldn't take it anymore either.

Although she and Jason often played even more perverse games in private, and even considered doing masked live streams to make money, Jason rejected them all, but it was all consensual.

When a stranger drools over you and seems ready to lick the screen, it's definitely more satisfying to punch him face-to-face!

"Just cooperate and don't let him find out anything. Once he's hooked, you might be able to make a few thousand more dollars," Zhang Ailun reassured her.

Jennifer thought about it again and realized that as long as it was a job that could make money, she wouldn't be at a disadvantage.

It's just taking photos, right? This is much easier than a honey trap.

After thinking about it for a moment, I readily agreed. I placed a layer of cardboard on the ground, knelt down, and looked up at Zhang Ailun with a pitiful expression. "Do you like this position?"

"I love it so much." Zhang Ailun snapped a few photos and selected two to send over.

Mr. Camellia: Hurry!! Bring her to me!!

Zhang Ailun: Don't worry, it's already on its way.

Mr. Camellia: How can I not be anxious? I paid for this! You should serve me!

Zhang Ailun: You haven't paid the remaining amount! Shut up! If you keep babbling, I'll take care of this girl right now! I'll pin her to the ground and humiliate her mercilessly! Grand Slam!

Mr. Camellia immediately became obedient.

Mr. Camellia: If you really can't resist, you can only let her use her hands, otherwise I won't pay you.

Holy shit! !

Zhang Ailun thought this guy was a pervert even through the screen.

I'm already starting to think about which of his dog legs I should smash with a baseball bat!

Where is my War God Stick?

Jason drove the pickup truck and loaded the people into it. Several black men also stayed in the back of the truck, and Sieg was responsible for watching over them.

Zhang Ailun and Dominic drove their RV to the suburbs with Jennifer. Little Lori stayed home.

Based on the map location information, they accurately located the address of the abandoned factory. Dominic and Jason quickly drove out of the city and arrived in the suburbs in twenty minutes.

Mr. Camellia: We're not here yet? What kind of car are you driving?

Zhang Ailun: What's it to you? Be honest, or I can't guarantee what I might do to this girl. She keeps fidgeting, and my buddies and I are all really angry!!

Mr. Camellia: No!! I'm not saying anything more! Just send the person over here quickly, and I'll pay you.

Zhang Ailun lay on the bed in the RV with his legs crossed, enjoying Jennifer's massage while replying to messages, feeling somewhat speechless about her.

Isn't this just a pure shark arm?

If Old Hei really sees your attitude of being easily manipulated, he'll definitely double-cross you.

You've taken the money, had your fun, and you might end up getting your pants pulled down and receiving special treatment yourself.

After all, Brother Hei isn't picky about food.

You'd better have a weapon for self-defense, otherwise the black guy will definitely use you to defend himself.

"If only you were as twisted as you told him."

Jennifer leaned against him, resting her chin on her hand, gazing at Zhang Allen's profile, and said in a lovestruck tone.

"?" Zhang Ailun looked at her with a strange expression.

Is this how high your fever usually is?

The little butterfly is spitting out honey.

"We've arrived!!"

Zhang Ailun was having a really tough time, but thankfully Dominic's notification sounded just in time.

The RV followed the pickup truck's driving route and braked to a stop in an open area of ​​an abandoned factory.

Jennifer's expression instantly changed. She jumped to her feet, grabbed a baseball bat, and stormed out of the car. "I'm going to crush his balls today!!"

Zhang Ailun also got out of the car and sent a message to his employer, asking him to come out and talk.

Mr. Camellia: I'm coming right away!!

A group of people surrounded the car. The gate of the abandoned factory was opened from the inside out, and a tall, thin, bespectacled, and refined-looking middle-aged man walked out.

He was somewhat astonished to see so many people at the scene. "What's going on? Is it really necessary to use so many people just to kidnap one person? And what's with that RV?"

When he saw Jennifer, who had a hostile expression, in the crowd, he instantly sensed that something was wrong.

He quickly pulled out a pistol from his pocket, pointed it at the black people in the crowd, and angrily said, "Fxxk you! Negro! You better give me a reasonable explanation!!"

Bang! A gunshot was fired into the air.

Old Hei felt a chill run down his spine. This guy looked weak and easy to bully, yet he actually brought a real gun to the transaction?

"He's not stupid!" Zhang Ailun looked at the real gun in the other person's hand in surprise.

Dominic then pulled out a handgun hidden in the RV, handed it to Zhang Ailun, and picked one out for himself.

"What's the use?"

Sig remained unfazed, pulled a terrified black man in front of him to shield him from the line of fire, cocked the gun twice, and unleashed a barrage of bullets into the air.

Matt Spencer was stunned when he heard the deafening roar of gunfire.

"WTF!!"

Watching the submachine gun spraying bullets and emitting flashes of light, with golden bullet casings falling all over the ground, and then turning the gun to point at him, his legs went weak.

The RV window rolled down, and two handguns peered out. Someone shouted at him, "FBI!! Matt Spencer! Don't put up a futile resistance! You've committed a crime!!"

"Okay! Okay! Don't shoot!!"

Upon hearing the words "FBI," Matt Spencer, whose mind had gone blank, instantly became docile, almost wetting himself in fear.

Even if it weren't the FBI, he wouldn't have a chance against so many guns all by himself; he would be riddled with bullets.

"Put your pistol aside!! Hands behind your head, get down on the ground, now!!" Sig shouted sternly.

Matt Spencer quickly did as he was told, dropping the pistol on the ground, lying prone, and showing his hands. "I was just joking with her!!"

"You're joking about your mother." Jennifer came up to him with a baseball bat and hit him on the leg.

"You think this is funny?! Laugh! Laugh!"

"Ouch!! Sarilang!!" Matt Spencer clutched his thigh, rolling and crawling, howling in pain, "Help me! Help me!! This woman is insane!!"

The old men had clear eyes, were trembling like leaves, and lay on the ground, not daring to move.

Dude, are you shouting at us?

(End of this chapter)