Chapter 106 Golden Butterfly The man with the Mohawk was taken into the police car by the police, but he still looked at Sig with confidence. The boss will come to pick it up from me, right? After all, this gun was given to me by the organization! Sig didn't even bother to look at him. Yes, yes, you are right. But what's your reason to say that we gave you this gun? We have our people inside and outside. "I request a free lawyer be assigned to me!" Jon said calmly. The police officer was used to this and was familiar with his identity and name. He simply detained him and put him in the police car. "The court will assign you a reliable lawyer." "Officer, my friend is an excellent public interest lawyer. Maybe he can help you try the case for the criminals and save you some expenses. Don't worry, he is a professional!" After the two criminals were escorted into the car, Sig took the opportunity to recommend lawyer Dave to the police. "Of course, Mr. Comprey. I will convey your request to the court." The police officer nodded with relief. Catching an armed criminal for the good citizens is a bit of an achievement. He has been working for quite a while and is preparing to be nominated as a second-level police officer next month. With Officer Mig's guarantee for him, he will definitely be promoted.
After sending the police away, the remaining Irish members looked at each other and asked Sig, "Sir, what should we do? Mora should be released on bail in a few days, right?" "A stowaway who illegally possesses a gun, disturbs public order, has injured people, and has a criminal record, even the bail is hundreds of thousands of dollars. Do you think we have the ability to get him out?" Xige said seriously: "He will never get out in his lifetime! Even if he is handed over to the Immigration Bureau, the best outcome is deportation." "Then are we going to work for Mr. Jin in the future? Does the 20% commission we mentioned before still count?" Everyone looked at each other and felt sympathy for Mora. This guy was still thinking about being redeemed until his death. "What's your name? What country are you from? What did you do before? Why have you fallen to this point?" Sig looked at the middle-aged bald fat man with a steady temperament in the crowd. "My name is Gail, and I'm German," the middle-aged man replied. "I used to work as a housekeeper and I also opened a housekeeping company. I came here just to discuss cooperation, but I was deceived by my partner and the company went bankrupt. I've been here for a few months, and my ID has expired, all my money has been stolen, and I was kicked out of the hotel. I appealed to the embassy, but it didn't accept my application. I have to wait in line until at least next year." "Ok, you will be the person in charge of this camp from now on. You can tell me anything. I will take you to meet the other members of the team later. My name is Sig Compre." Sig announced that he would manage these people. Gail was also a little surprised. He had just started out and his status on the streets was very low. He could eat and sleep but couldn't fight. How could he get his turn based on seniority? "Thank you very much, Mr. Comprey." "You should thank Mr. Jin. The organization will not mistreat any talented person." Sig corrected him, pulling out the black bag and taking out the dollars. "Now, everyone come to me to collect a sum of money. It's an interest-free loan for expenses. Mr. Jin lends it to you. You have to pay it back after you get the money!" Life still needs to go on, and we in the Beggars' Sect don't provide food. You can earn as much money as you pick up cans, and the main point is that the payment is transparent, and there is a reward for every effort. "Except the Turk! Keep him away! I don't want to see him again." Sig thought again of the scavenger who slept from beginning to end, and focused on calling out his name. …… The group drove to the community apartment building. "Boss, we won't get off the car. Have fun tonight!"
Zhang Ailun got off the car, and the Beggars' Sect members looked at the time and saw that it was getting late, so they happily went to wish their leader the blessing of having many wives. "What nonsense are you talking about!" Zhang Ailun warned them not to go and talk nonsense. What do you mean by having fun? I'm just here to check the evidence and cash! Who said I was going to stay here overnight? You are slandering me! "If you're using that energy, you might as well save it for picking up more cans on the streets tomorrow! The food you eat is not wasted." Zhang Ailun criticized them. "Ok, Boss, see you tomorrow." Seeing Zhang Ailun getting angry, the others drove away in disgrace. He had just started working and asked his boss to buy him equipment and eat a big meal. If he didn't pick up hundreds of cans from him tomorrow, he would be sorry to the chief! "Sir, please come in." The Dongwu sisters also took out the key and opened the apartment building. Zhang Ailun walked in and found that the interior decoration was quite good. It was a well-decorated two-bedroom, two-living-room duplex apartment. After a tour, I found that it was a house I couldn't afford to rent. Zhang Ailun took a bottle of iced drink from the refrigerator and asked, "How much does it cost to rent a house here for a month?" "$3400." The beautiful girl from Eastern Ukraine replied, "This is an upscale community in the Sixth Block. Although it's not a wealthy area, it's close to the square and the bustling neighborhoods. It's very convenient to take the bus, subway, and go shopping. There are also swimming pools, spas, tennis courts, and gyms in the community. There are also clubs and bars nearby. More importantly, there are very few zero-dollar purchases and shootings here." "..." Zhang Ailun was silenced. Damn, this is too expensive. One car per month? Changing the subject, "Have you thought about what to do in the future? That guy Jon rented a house here for a few months?" "The contract expires in two months. Maybe we have to find another job." The beautiful girl from Eastern Ukraine said stiffly. She tried to get closer and sit next to him. She hugged Zhang Ailun's arm and said delicately, "Sir, maybe you can help us. Our requirements are not high. Only $8000 per person per month is enough." Then you might as well kill me. Even if I sell myself, I can't give each of you $8000 now. What's more, the chief leader is an honest person and has always liked to get things for free. Is your little butterfly made of gold or are the happy beans made of gold... Damn, there really are gold beans!! In order to show their sincerity, one of the sisters took off her bikini. "Doesn't it hurt?" Zhang Ailun was shocked and a little confused. It’s already eye-catching enough that the little girls on the street wear earrings, nose rings, and lip studs. But you have nails, small lip nails. I can't understand it. The little beauty blushed and said, "It doesn't hurt." "Come here and let me check if it hurts." Zhang Ailun waved. After playing with it for a while, until the little beauty cried, Zhang Ailun wiped his hands and went upstairs. After all, he didn't come here to do this kind of thing! Open the safe first. Coming to the room where Jon lived on the second floor, there was a safe. Zhang Ailun entered the password to unlock it, and sure enough, he found account books and rolls of banknotes inside. There is also a blue American passport and a Glock 17 pistol, which is actually a numbered assembled gun? The extended magazine can hold up to 19 rounds of bullets. This passport definitely has a dubious origin.
Zhang Ailun figured that Jon probably found someone to handle it privately, after all, he wasn't short of money, but he wasn't sure if it was those Korean traffickers. After counting the bills, there were about 5000 US dollars. Jon was not being honest. He said he had no money? Well, maybe other people’s families are wealthy and powerful, so they really don’t care about this little money. It’s not even enough to pay for the apartment rent and maintenance fee. I opened the bill book again and took a look. It was basically all bad debts from buying and selling pork. And a few phone numbers. This money was indeed the common property of him and those smugglers. (End of this chapter)