Chapter 114 Breaking Bad? A pickup truck could not hold too many people. In order to successfully pull the cans back, Zhang Ailun thought again and again and decided to let the other members of the Beggar Gang walk home while he and Sig drove to the cabin in the suburbs. On the way to the suburbs, Faith was swearing in the back, his head was bumped from the bumps, and he kept on talking, "It's okay that there are no women and Coco, but there's not even a leaf in the car, it's so clean that there's not even the smell of secondhand smoke, how did you get by?" "Shut up, we are not like you." Zhang Ailun glanced at him through the rearview mirror, "Do you live just to sleep with women and smoke weed?" "if not?" Faith asked confidently. "What else do you want me, a white loser, to do? I'm a cripple! Old and ugly! If I go to a bar to pick up girls, people will think I'm a molester!" "Then you really are Frank himself," Zhang Ailan sneered. "What's Frank? I've had more fun than him over the years! Put cocoa in front of me and I can tell what it's made of just by smelling it!" Faith Modern was not ashamed but proud of it. "Then why don't you go to the police station and be a police dog?" Sig also sarcastically said: "Maybe I can give you extra meals every week!"
"Fxxk you! You little bastard!" Faith was angry at everything. "Fuck you! You bastard!" Sig didn't tolerate him. After the car left the city and came to the suburban highway, he pulled out a gun and pointed it at his head. "If you keep talking nonsense, I will blow your head off!" "Come on! Shoot if you have the guts! I don't believe you will give up the $3000 can just to be angry with me!" Facemoden glared at Sig, looking like he would die if he didn't commit suicide. Such a person is completely stubborn. Sig was so annoyed by his shameless behavior. Seeing that he didn't shoot, Faith continued to provoke him with words. Zhang Ailun took out his gun and leaned out of the window, fired into the air, pulled the trigger, bang! ! "..." The two fell silent for a moment. Zhang Ailan retracted the gun and glanced at the stunned Faith through the rearview mirror. "Call?" "If you scream again, I will really blow your head off! You can bet on whether I dare to do that." "You're awesome." Faith answered honestly. "Which way is the next intersection?" Sig asked after driving steadily for a while. "Turn left. Turn right, then turn right again, go straight, follow the sign and turn right into a small road, and you'll be there when you see the cabin." Faith answered honestly. Sig drove the car in twists and turns, turned into a small road, and soon arrived at the destination. "Is this the cabin?" Zhang Ailun got out of the car and looked at the dilapidated house that was almost falling apart. Houses like this should be quite common in the suburbs and the countryside. "We used to grow leaves here, but that was a few years ago," Faith replied. "Is there anyone inside?" Sig keenly noticed a flash of light. "There are indeed people guarding here. After all, this is our lifeline, but it will soon be yours." Faith spread his hands.
Zhang Ailun took out the gun again and said, "Call the people out." "Hey, it's just a can! There's no need to act like you're dealing drugs, right?" Faith was really a little overwhelmed. "You guys are really too cautious! I've never seen you like this!" "Well now you see it." Zhang Ailun and Xige ignored him. Xige was more professional and directly took out the bulletproof vest and put it on. Zhang Ailun hid behind the car and found a gun position so he could shoot at any time. "It's a game of one life. Who would joke with you?" "Just think of me as a coward." Zhang Ailun likes to tell the truth. Who knows if in this advanced jungle area a ruthless guy with a shotgun will suddenly run out of the room and kill you with two shots! Feis was helpless and could only shout to ask the people inside to come out. It wasn't long before the light of a flashlight flickered inside. "Stop fucking hiding! It's me! I don't have a flashlight!" Faith yelled into the house. And you still say you are not careful? Hiding a few cans makes it look like drug trafficking! And using signal lights. Zhang Ailun and Xige were even more certain that this kid was not honest in his words and deeds, and there was a secret in the room! The door was opened from the inside out, and a middle-aged black man wearing glasses walked out with a shotgun in his hand. "Hey! Put your hands up!" Sig hid nearby reflexively, raised his hands and shouted. After seeing the other person's skin color and the weapon in his hand, Zhang Ailun was stunned for less than a second and then opened fire! There were a few bangs and flames, but no one was hit. No one knew where the bullet went. "okok! I'll put the gun down now!! It's just a toy! There's no bullet in it!!" When Lao Hei heard the gunshot, he was so scared that he pissed himself. He raised his shotgun and knelt on the ground, "Don't shoot! Don't shoot!!" "Oh shit!!" Faith Modern lay on the ground with his head in his hands. Sig stepped forward cautiously with his gun. He picked up the shotgun from the ground, checked it, and found that it was just as he said, there was nothing loaded inside, and the rifling of the old shotgun was broken. "What are you doing with a broken gun?" Sig cursed. "To prevent others from provoking us." Old Black's face turned pale with fright and he was sweating profusely. He was almost shot to death. I never said that doing this job would attract gang members and killers! Zhang Ailun came over and said with emotion: "Man, you are so lucky." "Isn't it because you have poor aim?" Sig criticized sternly: "Don't shoot at people as soon as you see them. You are a little too excited! You act like a novice! You are totally unqualified! If you do this in the army, you will definitely be eliminated and expelled. It seems that I have to give you some special training." Zhang Ailun had nothing to say. He was not a professional at all and his shooting skills were indeed just that of a novice. He could only pull the trigger. It's fine if you ask him to fight someone in a street duel, but if you ask him to shoot someone with a gun, he will want to empty the magazine and kill the opponent as soon as they meet, and he can't control anything else.
There's a shotgun on the other side! And it's a black man! If I don't take the initiative to shoot, am I going to die? I thought, since I chose to shoot, why should I leave him a few rounds of ammunition? Because I'm kind? "There's something fishy in this room!!" After controlling the two people, Sig smelled a foul odor of chemicals as he entered the room. Zhang Ailun was also familiar with the smell. He walked over and lifted the black insulating plastic sheet, and found a proper beaker and some glassware. There were bottles and jars filled with blue liquid and some colorful liquids. The pungent smell came from inside. I understood what this thing was almost immediately. Zhang Ailun looked back at the two people hugging their heads and asked, "Are you growing leaves here again? Are you also making other drugs at the same time?" "I just make some occasionally." Faith admitted very frankly, "Although this guy is black, he has a high level of education and knows some chemical knowledge. He once tried to make low-quality ice. But he can only use it himself. The quality is too poor and he can't sell it for money." "You are from Breaking Bad!" Zhang Ailun was shocked that drugs could be made in such a simple environment. I didn't really want to get involved, I just wanted to take the jar and leave quickly. Stay away and don’t let your blood splash on me. Zhang Ailun turned around and kicked the table, causing the bottles and jars to fall to the ground and break into pieces. “No!!!” Seeing his hard work destroyed, the black man next to Faith screamed, then he knelt on the ground with his head in his hands, wailing hysterically: “My $1000!!” Faith rolled his eyes in a very bachelor manner, not feeling any pain at all, and said casually as if nothing had happened: "Go ahead and smash it. If the old doesn't go, the new won't come." Zhang Ailun suddenly began to admire him. People who achieve great things do not pay attention to small details. The black man yelled, "Of course you don't feel bad, because I bought all these tools and materials! I didn't make a penny from my partnership with you, and I even lost at least a thousand dollars! Bullshit!" Faith smiled awkwardly: "What can I do? They insist on destroying it. Should I stop them from destroying me? Why don't you stop them?" "Nonsense, if I dare to stand up, he will definitely shoot me!" Lao Hei was also very confident. "You two are both planning to take the postgraduate entrance examination?" Zhang Ailun was speechless. Sig also quickly found the pile of jars. Although he did not have Dominic's keen eyes, he also learned the essence of it. With just a rough estimate, he came up with the approximate value of the jars. "If these cans are sold in bulk through recycling machines, they can be sold for about $3600! If they are sold at recycling stations, they can only be sold for $2900 to $3000." "What are you waiting for? Take them all away! Old Carl isn't in a hurry to get the money. We only need to give him $1000 because he hasn't paid us $2000 for the mission yet." Zhang Ailun immediately smiled when he heard the good news. Isn't this just the middleman making a profit from the price difference? He patted the other man on the shoulder and said, "Brother, our accounts are settled. You can continue to eat your low-quality ice cream and we will continue to sell our cans. If anything goes wrong, you will die!!" "Ok..." Faith replied frustratedly. "Also, I have taken over your territory. From now on, you are not allowed to beg on the streets or pick up cans." Zhang Ailun made a huge request to annex the other party's sphere of influence. "Okay, I'll give you the cans on the street. There are less than ten of us left now anyway, and we can't make much money by picking up cans." Faith agreed after a brief consideration. There's nothing you can do if you don't agree, right? The gun in the chief's hand was pointed at his head and swung back and forth in front of his eyes. He who knows the caliber is a hero!
Don't let your hands shake!! “But the community can’t be handed over to you,” Faith said. Zhang Ailun frowned and immediately raised his right hand. Faith felt a dull pain on his face, and hurriedly covered his face to explain, "Don't you know? The community we are responsible for once had a serial murder case! A sheriff died! It has been re-regulated and developed, and the cans have been contracted out to the city government's sanitation workers. It's very troublesome to deal with them, and the situation is very complicated, and we didn't gain any advantage." "You can't actually make any money picking up cans there. You can only occasionally sell some low-quality leaves in the community and recycle some old furniture to sell. Your business is so big, you must not care about the benefits of a few poor communities, right?" Zhang Ailun really didn't want to deal with the sanitation workers, nor did he want to go against the municipal bureau, so as not to cause himself too much trouble. After careful consideration, he decided not to take over the other party's community and asked, "How many streets do you manage now?" This guy gave up the territory so readily, he must have other plans. Maybe he still wants to transfer his business to drug trafficking? "I only have nine streets now, and my territory is only two crossroads away from your Lori Louis 19." Feis said helplessly: "I can give you all the jars on the street, but the only requirement is that you can't stop us from doing other business activities there!" "For example?" Zhang Ailun asked. Faith rubbed his hands and chuckled, "Of course it's a profitable business. Besides leaves, cocoa, morphine, and adultery, what else can make money the fastest?" "You can make more money by robbing a bank, why don't you do it?" Zhang Ailun sneered. There are still many wild ATM machines on the streets of the poor district. Aren’t they all businesses? Driving a dump truck in the middle of the night, he directly broke through the wall, and dragging an ATM machine to collect gold coins along the way. "This is not a job we can do," Faith replied. Have you ever seen a homeless person robbing a bank without knowing the consequences? Zero-dollar shopping is done in groups, risking losing your head and going to jail. If you are alone, you will definitely get into trouble. "We can't agree to that. If this guy is caught by the police while selling leaves on our land, and he is tortured, it will definitely implicate our own people. We will conduct a strict investigation and crackdown on the homeless people nearby!" Sig immediately suggested that Zhang Ailun reject his request and not to lose the big picture for the small. Zhang Allen nodded. "Don't even think about it. If they are gang members, we can't control them selling drugs on the streets or opening bars and clubs. Maybe even the sheriff in charge of neighborhood security will get a share of the profits. But as long as they are homeless, they are not allowed to do this kind of work in my territory! You are going to sell drugs in other neighborhoods." Zhang Ailun directly rejected the cooperation request and had no intention of agreeing to him. "You are too overbearing!" Fei Si was a little annoyed. "Do you want to have a share of the profits? Of course, you can, as long as you invest some money in me! We can split the profits 70% to 30%." "Why is it only 70%?" Zhang Ailun was a little dissatisfied. "Seventy percent is mine!!" Faith angrily retorted, "You just invested money to buy raw materials, and the people who worked were all my people! 30% is already very good, and it's difficult for me to do it!" "Difficult? Then don't do it! If you want to attract investment, go find someone else. Forget about this!" Zhang Ailun was not moved at all. He looked at the time and saw that it was getting late. He immediately called on the free labor, "Go! Help us move all the cans to the car. And you, you educated black man, go too!" "Hey! I'm a disabled person!" Faith complained. "I have a name, you are being racist!" the black man muttered. "If you keep talking, I'll turn you into reptiles!" Zhang Ailun's threat worked, and the two immediately began to operate the cans. But there were too many cans worth $3000, and even in a compressed state, the pickup truck they drove over could not hold them all.
"How did you pull the cans here? Don't you have a car?" Zhang Ailun asked. Sig also searched for traces of vehicles nearby, but obviously found nothing. There was nothing nearby. It was truly pure solitude in the wilderness. "Don't look for it. We rented a truck to deliver it here." Faith limped as he carried the can to the pickup truck and muttered, "Just wrap it with tape and rope twice! OK? Just like this!" He quickly secured the can on the pickup truck, doing his job conscientiously. "Use your brains! Okay? I'm so exhausted. If I could have some smoked leaves right now, it would be great. If I could have a chick with good oral skills, that would be the perfect reward for my hard work!" Are you craving for criticism again? Zhang Ailun saw that he was still complaining about everything. It was true that his brain and hands were quite useful when he was sober, but it was a pity that he was a drug addict. It would be a shame not to tighten the screws. "Remember, don't sell your goods on my territory, or you'll end up in jail for life! This is the best outcome! If you don't listen, this piece of land will definitely become your graveyard!" After warning the other party, Zhang Ailun and Xige got in the car and turned it around. He stepped on the accelerator and drove off the road and sped away. "My luck is so bad." Faith sighed: "How come I ran into such an unlucky star?" Lao Hei sighed and said, "I'd better go back to teaching." (End of this chapter)