America: Starting with Daily Intelligence-Chapter 434 - 223 Plan Goes Through_3

Unusually, Sieg, our ace enforcer, is absent from duty, and the General Sect Leader feels somewhat unaccustomed without him.

But with Old Jack, that ruffian, on board, the scale of the operation was certainly no less impressive than those traffickers.

"So after all that talk, you’ve decided to make me the hostage?"

After hearing the plan from the General Sect Leader, Old Jack was dumbfounded and protested, "I’m getting on in years!!"

"We’re not making you a hostage. We’re having you escort the hostage for the exchange! With your tough demeanor, it’s clear you’re the sort to handle big jobs! They’ll never suspect you."

Plan approved!

Allen Zhang had drawn up a detailed plan, and they had set off immediately, locking up the doors and windows of Armed Nation, bringing an arsenal of equipment, and driving out to lay an ambush on the streets.

He also sent for Blitz to come over in a car; after all, the drones could only unleash their full potential with him around.

Old Jack, herded into action willy-nilly, was rendered speechless but had no choice but to pack up, shoulder his shotgun, and load it with ammo.

Farewell, Los Angeles, tonight I set sail.

Soon enough, it was 10:30 at night, the flow of people on the streets of Los Angeles undoubtedly thinned.

After the previous lessons, the Beggar Gang Disciples rarely gathered on the streets late at night. However, recently there have been quite a few vagrants from out of town. Unfamiliar with the rules of Zone 5, many could still be seen roaming, digging through the treasure chests previously opened by Beggar Gang Disciples in trash cans.

The General Sect Leader parked the car by the roadside, waiting patiently for the fish to bite.

Before long, they saw a black van cruising the streets, making a couple of rounds in this vagrant-dense district, ensuring no risks, before locking onto their target.

Suddenly, the van sped up toward the Black homeless man, braking sharply, and doors flew open; two or three Mexicans jumped out.

With faces covered, they clutched hemp rope and sacks, and bolted toward a wandering, half-bare-assed Black homeless man clutching a trash bag.

The garbage-picking brother sensed something wrong in a flash, turned, and saw a few burly men encircling him, instantly terrified.

Without looking back, he tried to flee, but the Mexican traffickers pounced, pinning him to the ground.

"No! Don’t do this! I haven’t done anything wrong! Help! You want money! I’ll give it to you!" The Black man never expected this day would come, yelling and begging, even losing his shoes in the frantic scuffle.

The surrounding vagrants, seeing the commotion, peed themselves in fear. They didn’t bother with their little carts or tents, ran barefoot without looking back.

The Mexicans were even more ruthless than the Black man, dragging him by force, covering his mouth, and shoving him into the van.

"Move in."

The General Sect Leader could stand it no longer and gave the order.

The Beggar Gang Disciples in the car, unable to wait any longer, flung the doors open and poured out.

The Mexicans turned to see a bunch of people crowding around them, startled.

Wait, wasn’t it empty just now? Where did all these people come from? Undercover cops?

They immediately dropped the Black man and tried to flee.

But it was already too late.

The Beggar Gang Disciples drew their Tasers, raised their hands, pulled the triggers, and the darts flew out, hooking into the Mexicans.

Full power on! With a surge of high-voltage electricity, a Mexican instantaneously felt a wave of physiological discomfort, convulsing and collapsing on the spot.

Seeing the Beggar Gang Disciples brandishing submachine guns, the other Mexicans were sweating buckets and quickly raised their hands to surrender.

When it came to physical fitness and the quickness to surrender, these Mexicans were no match for the Black man!

The Mexican driving the van saw the tide turn and quickly twisted the steering wheel, attempting to flee.

The General Sect Leader slammed the accelerator, ramming head-on into the van, with a loud crash violently stopping it, smashing its front bumper, and effectively blocking its escape route.

"Motherfucker, you offend the General Sect Leader and think you can run? Daring to kidnap on my turf, do you even know who I am?" Allen Zhang cursed from behind the window.

"I don’t know..."

The van’s windows were smashed by the Beggar Gang Disciples, and the Mexicans were dragged down and forced to kneel on the ground, panicked and at a loss. freēwēbηovel.c૦m

"Then let him learn! Drag him into the alley and beat the hell out of him! Beat him till he smokes!" Allen Zhang said fiercely.

The Beggar Gang Disciples immediately heaved the men up, dragged them into a nearby alley, picked up bricks, and pounded the Mexicans on the ground.

And some even grabbed steel pipes, pinned a man against the wall, pulled his pants down, and viciously jabbed at them!

"Aow!!!"

From half a street away, the General Sect Leader could hear the pig-slaughter-like wailing.

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