Chapter 121 Rebellion against Tiangang "Bro, WTF..." The man with glasses, Lao Hei, looked at the Asian man who suddenly appeared in the room in confusion. It was as if he had seen a ghost, and the first thing that came out of his mouth was a swear word. Zhang Ailun saw a black pistol on the other party's table. He was quick-witted and ruthless, and without saying a word, he kicked the table over. Popcorn exploded and flew all over the room, and the gun spun and rolled into the corner. "Hey!!" The two old black men reacted completely and stood up immediately to resist. "Shut up!" Zhang Ailun clenched his fist and punched Lao Hei's fat face with a powerful punch, breaking his glasses and nose bridge, and also breaking Lao Hei's psychological defenses. Lao Hei, who was wearing glasses, covered his bleeding nose and wailed. "Oh!! My nose!!!" The old black man next to him immediately hugged his head and exclaimed: "Hey!!"
Zhang Ailun punched Lao Hei again and turned him into a fat lobster. He vomited out everything he had eaten just now, and collapsed to the ground, holding his stomach and sweating profusely. "What happened? What are you guys arguing about? Can't you just eat in peace? We still have work to do tonight!!" The door of the cubicle was pushed open, and a black guy wearing beach pants, dreadlocks and thick lips asked irritably. As a result, when he saw this scene, he was stunned. Zhang Ailun was pinning Lao Hei to the ground and beating him up. He looked up at the tall and thin black man, immediately picked up a desk lamp from the ground and smashed it at him! The black guy was hit on the head unexpectedly, bleeding profusely, and was scratched by glass fragments. He roared angrily, "Fxxk! You said this damn thief! Where did you come from?" I was so angry. Normally, they were the only ones who broke into other people's windows. When did it become someone else's turn to come and steal their things? And the person who came was a yellow-skinned Asian. This was simply the opposite of the heavens! ! Zhang Ailun picked up the gun in the corner without saying a word, and turned up the volume of the speakers to the maximum. The piercing volume made everyone present feel their eardrums vibrating, their heads buzzing, and they could only see the movement of opening their mouths when speaking. Zhang Ailun loaded the bullet and pulled the trigger repeatedly towards the ceiling, but the sound of the gunshots seemed muffled and insignificant. All that could be seen was the flames from the muzzle and the shells falling to the ground. The old black man lying on the ground was unable to move, and the fallen shells burned his face. He slapped his hands and feet in a panic, and then collapsed on the ground, crawling and rolling in the dark. His expression was distorted, and his saliva was flying. It was obvious that he was a beautiful language starting with F. Lao Hei, who was covering his forehead and nose, had his face turned pale with fright when the gun was pointed at him. He quickly raised his hands. hum! The sound suddenly fell silent. Zhang Ailun turned off the speakers, took a long breath, looked at the three frightened black men, and uttered a single word, "Silence!!" The three old black men lowered their voices hastily, not daring to breathe. "Now we can have a good talk." Zhang Ailun pointed at the black people and waved his hand to signal them to sit down. The three black men also cooperated very well and squeezed on the same sofa. Two fat guys weighing 200 pounds and a thin guy weighing less than 120 pounds forced people to sit in the middle. The pressure from both sides squeezed them into paper figures. The scene looked quite funny. Zhang Ailun kicked the Coke bottle at his feet away, pulled a stool and sat on it, staring at the three black men expressionlessly. They were clearly bandits who broke into a private house, but they acted like they were arresting the black-skinned thieves. "Do you know why I came here?" The first thing Zhang Ailun said when he came in was a question that took the initiative. "I don't know, Sir." "Should we know..."
"This seems to be our home, right? Are you a robber from Asia? We have never offended you. We are good citizens of Los Angeles!" The three old black men answered a little at a loss. Zhang Ailun couldn't help laughing when he heard the answer. You are good citizens, then what am I? "Is the car in the parking garage downstairs yours?" Lao Hei came to his senses instantly and realized that the other party came for this matter. In an instant, annoyance and regret filled their brains. After looking at each other, the black guy wanted to lie, "That car is ours." Zhang Ailun pointed the gun at him. He was instantly startled and quickly denied it, "It's not ours! We stole it!" "Damn it! I told you a long time ago that you should sell that broken car earlier! Someone offered $35000 for it, why didn't you sell it?" Fat Black couldn't stand the pressure and broke down emotionally. "If we had sold the car at that time, we would have been living a carefree life with the money now!!" "That's a 20 Mustang Shelby! It's a modified model! The market price is at least $5! Do you understand the market?" The old man next to him, who was holding his nose and had broken glasses, answered in a buzzing voice, with anger in his tone, "If we had sold it at that time, we would have suffered the most! We wouldn't have made much money at all!" The three men were angry and blamed each other. Zhang Ailun knocked on the table, signaling them to keep quiet. Why does this old black man like to blame others so much? He has no manners at all. Inquiring: "Are there only three of you here? There should be five people in your team, right? In addition to the black guy who left the apartment to eat at the restaurant, there is another black guy there?" "Hey, man, could you please stop being racist?" The black man's psychological defense was a little fragile, and if he continued to talk, it would be broken. "I'm happy to, nigger! If you keep on talking I'll blow your other eye out and pull out your balls and stuff them up your ass!!" Zhang Ailun yelled. "He's so fierce." The fat black man felt a little aggrieved, "Why does he discriminate against me by race?" You look like this and you still say I'm fierce? Do you want to see the fat on your face? If I weren't more fierce, I would be overwhelmed by my momentum. "Shit! He even knows how many of us there are, and he also knows the route of that guy Santi's movements. We have been targeted for a long time!" The black guy collapsed on the spot, "I told you not to mess with that guy. He looks like someone with a background." Others have hired people to come to their door for revenge and put guns to their heads, but they are still discussing how to divide the profits from selling the car. It cost hundreds or thousands of dollars just to paint and modify that Mustang. Now I haven't made a penny. I got beaten up for nothing before I even sold the car. The better ones who go through the legal process may be arrested by the police and spend decades in prison, picking up soap every day. The worse ones will follow the barbaric rules of the streets, chopping off their hands and feet, and directly dumping their bodies in the wilderness, which means they lose more than they gain. The car owner himself is not clean either, otherwise he could have called the police and asked the police to assist him in investigating the lost vehicle instead of choosing to issue a commission to hire people in the black market. Seeing that there was no hope, they simply gave up and directly admitted what they had done. "We did have five people, two were responsible for tracking and looking for sources of goods, one was responsible for finding buyers, one was responsible for stealing cars, and one was responsible for planning routes, modifying and hiding cars. In order not to attract attention, we did not even use online software such as vt exchange, and took the offline sales route." "The black man Santi who left earlier is in charge of selling vehicles in various car sales markets in our team. Another person works in a modification shop, but he is not the boss, he just works there. After get off work, we will drive the vehicle over and secretly borrow the tools there to modify the vehicle. Each of us has a job that suits us, and the dividends for each car are also very equal. If this car is sold at a reasonable price, each of us can get at least $1!" Lao Hei said discouragedly. But now everything is gone, Zhang Ailun shattered their dreams of getting rich with three punches! Through their confessions, Zhang Ailun also learned how they committed the crime and how they sold the vehicles. The basic process is almost the same as GTA. It can be said that art comes from life. Stealing cars, modifying them, and selling them is not a job that can be done by one person alone. It requires the collaboration of several people, and you also need to know a lot of reliable people.
They took advantage of their employer's drinking in the bar, bribed the bar staff, and drove away the Mustang by acting as a valet driver. "Do you often do this kind of work? How many cars have you sold in total?" Zhang Ailun asked. "Not many. What we did most in the past was modifying zombie cars, but this kind of work requires people with very good repair skills. We can't find such people in our team, and the time cost is also very high. In the end, we discussed with each other and simply stole ready-made vehicles and sold them." Lao Hei answered honestly. Zhang Ailun wanted to continue questioning, but Sig pushed the door open, holding a submachine gun in his hand, "Why hasn't it been done for so long?" He had been waiting downstairs for a long time, and he couldn't waste too much time looking for the key. He felt that something might have happened, so he thought of coming up to take a look. Sure enough, as soon as he came in, he saw Lao Hei sitting neatly on the sofa, an overturned table, and a messy living room with items scattered all over the floor. Xige was also a little surprised, "There is someone in the room?" Seeing the shell casings on the ground and the damaged ceiling above his head, he immediately understood what was going on. "The sound insulation of this room is really good! I didn't hear any sound downstairs." Zhang Ailun immediately asked a few black men: "Who has the car keys?" "We do have the key to the car here, and there is a spare key in Santi's possession." When Lao Hei saw another helper coming in, and the other party was carrying a submachine gun, he felt a little desperate. Who on earth did they offend? "I'll go get the key." Lao Hei stood up tentatively and limped into the house. Zhang Ailun signaled Xige to follow them to prevent these black men from doing anything bad. With a submachine gun pointed at his forehead, no matter how many ideas Lao Hei had, he couldn't put them into action. He obediently rummaged through the drawers and took out the car keys from his sweatshirt pocket. Sig took the key and waved the gun, "Sit back! Be quiet!!" He pulled out another submachine gun from his tactical chest bag, quickly assembled it, and handed it to Zhang Ailun. "I'll go downstairs and see if the key works." "Ok." Zhang Ailun changed his gun to a new one. He removed the magazine of his pistol, ejected the bullet from the chamber, wiped the fingerprints off with a towel, and threw it aside. He pointed the gun at Lao Hei again, took out his phone with one hand, opened the app and notified his employer. Burger King: We’ve found your truck. Do you want to come and inspect it in person, or wait for me to deliver it to you? Mr. Hacksaw: So fast!? Are you kidding me? Burger King: [Picture], what do you think? This is your car and these thieves. Zhang Ailun directly sent him a first-person aerial view of himself pointing a submachine gun at Lao Hei's forehead, as well as the current status of the vehicles in the parking garage. When the employer received the picture, he was stunned when he saw three black men with bruised faces and noses sitting obediently on the sofa, not daring to breathe, with the black muzzle of a submachine gun pointed at them. Not you... Man, is it so hardcore to do a vehicle recycling job now? If you don’t know, you would think it’s a battlefield in the Middle East! ! He even ignored the car that had been modified by spray painting. Mr. Hacksaw: Man! What did you do? You shot someone? In an apartment downtown? Burger King: You want us to help you kill someone for $5000? You wish! Don't worry, you don't need to be responsible if something goes wrong. We are sensible and professional! You just need to send us your address, or we will drive to you! Mr. Hacksaw: Don't bother looking for me. I'll go there myself... Who can bear this. I just hired people from the black market app to help me recover the vehicle, but I didn't have much hope. Suddenly, an unknown mysterious boss showed up. I didn't know what he did, but he helped me find the lost car in no time and even put a gun into the mouths of those black men! The employer had no suspicion at all because those dark-skinned elves looked like professional car thieves. Mr. Hacksaw: Please send me the address, I will bring someone to collect the car now! Actually, I have a bit of background, I also used to hang out on the streets when I was young, but we can't afford submachine guns.
It's not that they can't afford it, it's that they can't afford the cost of carrying guns in the city. Are these people all terrorists? Zhang Ailun immediately sent the address to the other party. When the employer received the location coordinates, he discovered that it was only two communities away from his location and was right under his nose! Mr. Hacksaw: Fxxk! These damn thieves! I'll take people there right away! BURGER KING: OK. Zhang Ailun put away his phone and gave a kind smile to the shivering Lao Hei. "The owner of the car will be here soon. From what he said, it seems that he is not an ordinary person. You are really in trouble!" But this has nothing to do with them, they have already done their job well anyway. Lao Hei felt like crying but had no tears. Sig also came back and tested the car in the parking garage. "The key works! There's nothing wrong with the car, so there shouldn't be any surprises with the $5000!" "Let Bailey come back." Zhang Ailun said, "Now we just need to hand over the lost vehicle to the employer and we can take the money and leave. The rest of the work is not our responsibility." "OK!" Sig took out his cell phone and notified Bailey. Bailey: This black guy eats too slowly. He also made an appointment with someone else. I didn’t even use the props I prepared. It looked like he wanted to get a room with that black girl. "How interesting." Zhang Ailun showed the chat messages to these black guys. "Fxxk! Didn't he go to find the seller? Why is he on a date?" Lao Hei was furious when he heard the news. If you are unkind, then don't blame us for being unjust! (End of this chapter)