America: Starting with Daily Intelligence-Chapter 400 - 211 Recycling_3

"oh! shit!" The Biker Gang members, seeing him directly pull out a gun that was even thicker and larger than theirs, instantly lost their temper.

"I should have brought a couple of shotguns when I left the house," the white guy felt it was an ill-fated day.

Allen Zhang, watching the first-person camera footage, also took out his phone and got in touch with Shadi.

Allen Zhang: Do you have a white guy named Pusen on your team? Not very tall, with a nose ring, and blue hair. He claims to be from your Razer.

Shadi: What’s up? Did my people offend you? I’ll ask around.

Less than two minutes later, Shadi quickly replied.

Shadi: That young man named Pusen is indeed a member of our Razer Motorcycle Club. But strictly speaking, he is not a core member of Motorcycle Gang, as he hasn’t been involved in any escort missions or other tasks. How did you come to know of him? Has he caused you or your people trouble? He may be hot-headed, but shouldn’t be foolish enough to rob an armored vehicle, right?

Allen Zhang: My people were out on vehicle recovery business and had a little misunderstanding with them. I think this is something you need to handle.

Shadi: Ok! I’ll take care of it, and I hope this little incident won’t affect our relationship! You owe me a favor again! Think about how you’re going to make it up to me!

How else to make it up?

With the General Sect Leader now having more lice than you can handle, one more bite wouldn’t hurt.

Might as well let you take a bite.

Shadi went to deal with the issue quickly.

The white guy was waiting obediently by the roadside when his phone rang. He immediately picked up, "Boss, hear me out..." But before he could finish, he got an earful from the other end.

After hanging up, he said helplessly: "Ok, these things are yours now. I was thinking of doing a job to impress the boss, but I met someone familiar. I don’t want to be expelled from the organization."

Speaking, he led his people away on their motorcycles.

Jason watched them leave and asked the General Sect Leader curiously, "Boss, how did you handle this?"

Allen Zhang: "It’s a boss-to-boss trade; you don’t need to worry about it. Just drive the car back safely."

"Ok."

Jason put away the gun and let Melvin continue to pick the lock. Soon, the warehouse door was opened, and inside were three neatly parked private cars.

"Boss, we’re going to drive the vehicles back now," Melvin informed the General Sect Leader.

"I’ll plan the driving route for you." Allen Zhang filtered through the navigation map’s routes, avoiding the roads frequently patrolled by State Police and specifically taking mountain trails and quiet back roads, even detouring through poor neighborhoods before returning to the garage.

Seeing that they had started the vehicles and were on their way back to town, Allen Zhang switched back to Sieg’s channel.

The other party had now driven the cars back to Old Pick’s garage on their street, skillfully weaving through the alleyways, and finally entered the backyard, completing the mission.

Allen Zhang went downstairs to meet Sieg. With the garage now void of customers, he glanced at the silver Bentley in the backyard and was very satisfied.

He immediately called over the technical director to customize the private car.

The Beggar Gang’s technical director drove the car to the workshop, checked the condition of the car, and made some suggestions, "Boss, no need for customization other than this. The Bentley is a luxury car that prioritizes comfort, unlike a Maserati. My suggestion is to start with a fine paint job, list it online to wait for interested customers, and customize further according to their requirements after receiving a deposit. That would be more economical."

"Ok, do as you say. You guys are the professionals," Allen Zhang nodded, accepting his advice.

He glanced at the for-sale list; only his own Lamborghini Evo had been browsed by several hundred people, but the General Sect Leader had no intention of selling it just yet.

Sieg went out to drive the General Sect Leader’s Jeep, and half an hour later, Jason and Melvin had driven the cars back from the suburbs to the garage.

Beggar Gang staff took over the vehicles, drove them into the customization workshop, removed the license plates, and began repainting and adjusting the appearance.

After Sieg returned driving the Jeep, Allen Zhang took them back to the office and discussed that big business with them.

Sieg and the others were dumbfounded after hearing it; it was a commision worth hundreds of thousands of dollars! Only second to the big operation they pulled off in Little Rock.

Where does the General Sect Leader get so many job opportunities?

They couldn’t help but marvel at the General Sect Leader’s connections, capable of taking on all sorts of private work. It’s not enough just to have a well-known name on the streets; it’s more important to make friends and get introductions to land more business! The friend of a friend is also a friend.

Naturally, they had no complaints about this; Beggar Gang Disciples are the bricks where the General Sect Leader needs them to be!

Time flew, and it was soon evening. Tommy sent another message to the General Sect Leader, inquiring about the situation.

Tommy: How are you considering it?

Burger King: I’ve already had people prepare the equipment, and we’ll meet up with you soon.

Tommy: Hahaha! I knew I didn’t see you wrong! You help me, I help you, that’s how we can grow big and strong! As long as the Great White Shark Entertainment Company can get through this tough time, your two little girlfriends signing with our company can become famous people! It feels different to play games with famous people you and countless others like, doesn’t it?

Burger King: You know too much! Just make sure you can keep your word and satisfy me, or I’ll take you down.

Tommy: ...ok.

Why is this guy still so fierce.

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