America: Starting with Daily Intelligence-Chapter 388 - 267: The Return of the Dragon King_3

The heroine Amanda turned pale when she saw those Black men walking over. She quickly closed the window and screamed in a panic, "I’ve never offended you! Please don’t do this! We’ve called the police!"

"Just let us take some photos and we’ll leave. Don’t make us get rough!" Black aggressively smashed the car window. The crew on site tried to stop them, but Black, without any courtesy, chose to fire at the ground!

With a bang, the bullet hit the ground. Although it missed everyone, it still scared them shitless, and they ran to a corner.

"Aren’t you the Dragon King? Why don’t you make a move?" Allen Zhang got out of the car and came to the cowering blond hunk in the corner.

The male protagonist couldn’t help but curse, "Fxxk, I’m just an actor making a few hundred dollars from a movie. I’m not throwing my life away."

Turning to see the fully armed Allen Zhang, he changed his expression in an instant and hurriedly said, "I’m sorry. It’s not you I’m targeting. Are you from a security company? Or an actor? Can you use the gun you have on you?"

"I’m just passing by," Allen Zhang said. Watching those Black men continue to smash the windows, pry the doors, and let the paparazzi into the RV, Amanda’s fierce resistance and screams could be heard from inside.

"Your movie filming is this realistic, huh? Dude, what role are you playing inside? The villain?" Allen Zhang was a bit puzzled but asked knowingly.

"...I’m the Dragon King."

The male protagonist’s face darkened as he stubbornly said, "Come on, can’t you see what’s happening right now? Those Black people are looking for trouble! If you’re really capable, then you shouldn’t be standing here making cold remarks, you should be helping us."

The producer and director also ran over, "Hey! Buddy, are you a cop? No matter who you are, can you help us? Our phones have been smashed, and there’s no signal here."

"10,000," Allen Zhang said.

"What?" The director and producer were perplexed.

"10,000 dollars, and I’ll take them out!" Allen Zhang stretched out his hand, "I’m a professional Bounty Hunter, just started work today."

"We don’t want to stir up a fatal incident..." the director and producer looked at each other.

"5,000 dollars. I’ll drive them away," Allen Zhang added.

"Fine, but you have to drive them off first so we can pay you," the director and producer agreed.

"Ok." Allen Zhang took a Hand Grenade off his belt, pulled the pin, and under the bewildered gaze of the Dragon King, he thrust it into his hand. "Hold this! Now you’re a mop dunked in shit, War God alive. Unparalleled under heaven!!"

"Oh! Shit!!" Dragon King’s face went pale with fright, never expecting this madman to hand him a Hand Grenade. Startled as if struck by lightning, he frantically tried to run away, but Allen Zhang held his hand tightly, and he couldn’t break free.

"Don’t let go, the Hand Grenade will explode! Dude, this isn’t a toy! There’s a way to earn 5,000 dollars, if you’d given me 10,000 dollars, I’d have gone up myself."

Under the shocked gaze of the producer and director, Allen Zhang patted the sweating Dragon King and comforted him: "Don’t worry, now it’s your turn to perform! You are the main character on set, you are the Dragon King! They will definitely be scared off by your brave spirit. I’ll back you up!"

Drawing out a pistol and pressing it against the Dragon King’s lower back, he held the Hand Grenade’s safety pin like taking a hostage and walked over.

The Dragon King was numb. Is this what you call helping me?

I think you want to kill me, don’t you?

On the verge of breaking down.

"Hey! Black Devil! Look what this is?"

A few Black men turned around in confusion, just to see the Dragon King holding a Fragmentation Hand Grenade, looking like a mad suicide bomber, and the mysterious man behind him, which startled them.

"WTF!! What are you doing? Buddy? You tired of living?"

"Grip it tight! Don’t let go!!"

Dragon King’s face turned even whiter, drenched in cold sweat, but he still mustered the courage to say, "Get out of here quickly! Or I’ll detonate myself!!"

"Okok... we’re leaving now." Black, unable to comprehend what was going on, cursed his luck as he and his paparazzi hopped onto motorcycles and left.

"Buddy, it’s much safer now." Allen Zhang said with relief: "You saved the love of your life."

Trembling, Dragon King handed the Hand Grenade back to Allen Zhang, and only relaxed when he saw him re-secure the pin.

"Oh my God! I was almost scared to death."

The blond, blue-eyed heroine Amanda, crying her eyes out, got off the RV, "Thank you so much, sir! You’ve saved all of our lives!"

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