Chapter 126 The hall turns dark Back to Bridge Cave Camp No. 19. Zhang Ailun got in the car, put his things in place, and drove the pickup truck that was idle in the camp. I put on my DG sunglasses, took out the box of chewing gum that Sig bought, chewed a piece, put on a passionate West Coast song, turned the steering wheel, stepped on the accelerator, and drove out of the camp with a buzz. It feels like flying. My skilled driving skills finally come in handy. Feeling the push on his back and the whistling wind, Zhang Ailun also turned on the navigation system on his mobile phone and drove along the way to check in famous attractions that were familiar yet unfamiliar to him. Hollywood, Disneyland, Universal Studios, Snoopy Park, Six Flags, Santa Monica Beach, the Lakers game arena in the 90s, Tianlong Boulevard, Perot Avenue, and Sunset Boulevard. “Is that Tom Hanks?” When Zhang Ailun was passing the traffic light intersection on the Avenue of Stars, he turned his head and saw a luxury convertible sports car. A familiar person was sitting in the driver's seat. It was you, Forrest Gump. He quickly took out his phone and took a close-up photo of the other person. There were also many passers-by taking photos nearby. When the red light turned green, the other car stepped on the accelerator and even the taillights could not be seen.
I didn't expect to meet a wild star here. Zhang Ailun didn't take it seriously and drove around the Avenue of Stars a few times. On the way, he saw several Hollywood actors and actresses he could name, but there were also many he couldn't recognize. We drove to Chinatown and took a walk around. We got off the car, took a photo with the bronze statue of Bruce Lee, posted a message to our friends on social media, and then got back in the car and left. It took two or three hours to visit almost all the famous attractions. However, it was absolutely impossible for Zhang Ailun to pay for tickets to enter Disney and the amusement parks of famous attractions. The chief leader likes to get things for free. Around four o'clock in the afternoon, Sig sent him a message. Sig: It's strange. Today, many strange outsiders appeared on the street near Sanji Bar. They kept talking to our people intentionally or unintentionally, as if they were trying to find out some information. Zhang Ailun: Your instinct is correct. Don't worry, it should be some special secret department secretly investigating some murderer, wanted criminal or something like that. This is the type of person that hides the most in our homeless circle, and many of them are easily found. Sig was afraid to speak for a moment. Murderer? Who are you targeting? Zhang Ailun: It has nothing to do with you. The homeless man died, and the local police station was too lazy to detain you because you were a freeloader. Do you think the crime you committed could alert higher authorities? Sieg: Of course not. I feel like these people are from the Department of Homeland Security. I have had some dealings with them when I was in the military. Their questioning methods are very sophisticated, and ordinary people can't detect them at all. A lot of information is revealed during the conversation. Zhang Ailun: Just answer whatever they ask honestly. We make money by picking up cans with our own hands, and we are not committing any crime. Sig: OK! I thought so too. But some of them seem to have noticed the name Mr. Jin, and they also know that you have some connection with the Sanji Bar, and they seem to be trying to find out information about you. Many members of our team have been guided to mention you. Come on! I was just picking up cans there!! I am a good citizen of Los Angeles. You cannot slander me as a partner of an internationally wanted criminal for no reason. Then I can only sell that old Mexican. Zhang Ailun exited the chat software and immediately drove to the street where the Sanji Bar was. When I got here, I saw Beggars' disciples chatting on the roadside, each holding a donut, with small amounts of paper money and coins in their cups. There was also a stranger gathered next to them. Zhang Ailun immediately walked over to say hello and inquire about the situation. "Boss, why are you here?" Several disabled but determined disciples of the Wuyi Sect greeted their boss warmly when they saw him visiting.
"Mr. Jin, do you want donuts?" "I don't want to eat." Zhang Ailun asked with concern: "How was your work today? Was everything going well? Are there any other people from the street causing trouble?" "Boss, who would dare to provoke us now? Our territory is so big, it's good enough not to bully others." The Beggar Gang disciple answered immediately. "Then you guys continue to work." Zhang Ailun noticed the investigator again and asked in surprise, "Are you one of ours? Why don't I remember seeing you before?" The other party immediately stood up nervously and said, "Excuse me, Mr. Jin, I'm leaving now. I'm here to do a social experiment." "What experiment?" "It's about experiencing a day as a homeless person," the investigator replied, and took out his phone to show his ID. "I work in a self-media studio. At the request of our boss, I went deep into the lives of homeless people. Are you the person in charge of the street? The boss of this group of homeless people?" If I didn't know your identity, I would have let you fool me. "I'm not." Zhang Ailun certainly couldn't follow his words and admit that he was a gang member. He said, "We are just workers who gather together to collect cans to make money for survival. We are good citizens of Los Angeles." "Boss, he just interviewed me and gave me $10! He must be a good person." The disciple of the Wuyi Sect defended the other party. Can you be bought with just 10 dollars? Zhang Ailun was a little dissatisfied. These people doing investigation work really liked to prescribe the right medicine for the right disease. But at least they gave me money! The chief leader would like him to give more. Anyway, there is nothing wrong with me, and answering a few questions is not a big deal. I can even make money from you. Zhang Ailun immediately and warmly welcomed him to the street. "Mr. Jin, if I become homeless one day, how can I survive in the harsh environment of the streets?" The investigator asked modestly, completely unaware that the leader was setting a trap for him. Zhang Ailun looked him up and down and laughed, "Dude, there's no need for you to go looking for trouble, and there's no need to squeeze into this circle. The money you earn sitting in the studio in a day is enough for us to pick up tens of thousands of cans. This is a physical job, and the competition is fierce." The investigator smiled and said, "Do you feel pressure to survive here? Will you face any troubles? After all, I heard that there are many drug addicts and criminal gangs, and even 'wanted criminals' who disguise themselves as homeless people to hide themselves." "No." Zhang Ailun shook his head. "There was a mentally ill black man in the shelter before. That was the most dangerous thing I have ever encountered. A staff member named Leon was seriously injured and his arm was broken. I saw it with my own eyes! Fortunately, he received treatment from a charity organization and compensation from the insurance company." "Then what do you think..." “I support the current president.” “…”No, you are not that white? The investigator was completely defeated by him. I didn't ask you that! You support him, you are just lying. I don't even want to support him. "Thank you for your answer, Hamburg. It's very helpful to us." Seeing that he couldn't get any more information from the investigator, the investigator took out $100 and said, "I hope your friends can help me experience a fulfilling day as a homeless person in the future." "Of course, we'd love to take care of new friends, but we only have two or three hours left before we finish work, and the streets will become dangerous after dark, you don't want to stay around. We are homeless people, not gang members." Zhang Ailun received the money and became in a good mood. He said tactfully: "For example, the Sanji Bar where I work, the new Mexican boss is planning to do some special work there." "What special job?" The investigator noticed the sensitive word.
"I can't say much. You know." The investigator took out another $100. Zhang Ailun pretended to be embarrassed and said, "It's about gambling in the bar and drug trafficking." "..." The investigator was a little speechless, feeling that he had given the money in vain. He thought it was some mysterious intelligence. Nowadays, which underground place doesn't have prostitution, gambling and drugs? This is not his responsibility, and the FBI, CIA and the Southern Branch are not just there to do nothing. However, he also felt that he needed to conduct a deeper investigation into the background of the bar with his colleagues. After all, the boss is also a Mexican. When Zhang Ailun saw that he was about to leave, he did not try to keep him. He just asked the Beggar Gang disciples to take good care of him and sent a message to Mary. Zhang Ailun: The new bar owner seems to be a wanted criminal with a criminal record. It seems that he has also alerted investigators from a mysterious department. They are questioning people in my territory. You'd better be prepared. Mary: Is this true? Zhang Ailun: Do you think I would lie to you because of our relationship? You'd better find a reason to leave as soon as possible and don't work the night shift at the bar. Mary: That's so unfortunate for me! Dear, thank you for telling me the news in advance. I really don't know how to thank you. Zhang Ailun: It’s okay, let me be on top next time. Mary: Hateful. Time soon came to evening. It's been a long time since I've had a remarkable day. They drove back to the Qiaodong Campground in the evening. Zhang Ailun planned to rest and recuperate, while Dominic carried the purchased vegetables and prepared to cook a sumptuous meal. Under the personal guidance of the chief leader, Dominic successfully prepared an authentic Chinese meal that tasted much better than the restaurants in Chinatown. After finishing dinner, they opened the awning of the RV, and a group of people moved out stools to start looking at the stars, chatting, and playing poker. In the end, the chief leader successfully won the grand slam of the game with skills that were almost as good as those of the gambling god Gao Jin. "It's not fun, it's boring, I don't want to play anymore." Sig hit three consecutive hits, and lost all his pants. He had already accepted three truths, six dares, various performance arts, and 300 push-ups as punishment. His teammate Dominic had collapsed on the ground exhausted, and there was something wrong with the way he looked at him. Zhang Ailun also saw it, that was the look of someone who wanted to kill his friend! In order to prevent the friendship from capsizing, he also chose to let the other party win in the last few games and successfully lost to the other party. Under Jennifer's instigation, Zhang Ailan, who lost the card game, was forced to accept a three-minute French kiss dare punishment. Jason's eyes turned red, "I want this kind of punishment too." Fitz twisted his hand around his ear, "Is the love I give you not strong enough?" “Enough, enough, enough…” Times have changed after all, and you can even see black people beating up white slave owners here.
It is simply the opposite of Tiangang. Fitz dragged Jason back to the tent. It seemed that he was going to have a hard time tonight. It was getting late and my friends all had their own work to do tomorrow, so we said goodbye and dispersed. Zhang Ailun was lying in the RV and receiving a massage from Jennifer. "Alan, you must be tired. Do you want me to give you a full body spa?" Jennifer smiled wickedly and took out the essential oil she bought in the morning. "If it's a show that requires taking off clothes, then I don't need it." Zhang Ailun looked at her with something strange in his eyes. Why did he feel like you had planned this in advance? "Am I just that kind of sex-starved, casual girl in your eyes?" Jennifer was dissatisfied. Why don't you admit that you are very attractive? "Then why don't you pull your hand out?" Zhang Ailun looked down at the other person's dishonest hand. Jennifer chuckled and said, "This is the punishment you deserve! Then I will punish you by making you sleep in the same bed with me today. I promise I won't do anything!" Female hooligan. You just want to tarnish my innocence. Zhang Ailun had no choice, it was because he lost the last few rounds of poker. Admit defeat. Dominic simply put on headphones and an eye mask, turned up the volume, and went to sleep. The RV was haunted at night. The tires squeaked and the car body shook inexplicably. …… The next day. Zhang Ailun got up listlessly, yawned, glanced at Jennifer who was pulling him like an octopus, and finally let her succeed. I took out my phone and took a look at the daily intelligence. Ok? 【每日情报：厦日大道凌晨3:27分发生了三死两伤的车祸与枪战，车牌号为LS-56A-6D的桔黄色雪佛兰科鲁兹被撞毁，小基兹与三名同行Bro被射杀，车辆目前已被拖入洛城南区郊外塔克机车报废回收处理中心。编号D5667的变形刹车片里藏匿着5000美金。】 Boy, what a brilliant sequel. Those old guys have black foreheads and they look very ferocious. I can tell at a glance that they won’t live long! Laugh, why aren't you laughing anymore? The longer you hang, the shorter your life will be. [Daily Intelligence: Homeland Security investigators walked the streets and learned intelligence from enthusiastic citizens. They saw through the disguise of the owner of Sanji Bar and urgently notified the Southern Branch to open a case for investigation. At 22:06 in the evening, FBI members and the special operations team were dispatched to arrest the relevant persons involved in the case. ] [Details: A Mexican bar owner was found to be involved in illegal drug trafficking, murder and child trafficking. He attempted to flee in a silver Bentley and was shot 46 times to death. The game hall properties under his name, including Sanji Bar, were seized by the police and the court and temporarily closed. A colleague of Bunny Girl Mary was arrested and imprisoned for suspected illegal sex trade and was required to pay a $2500 bail or be detained for 20 days.] [Daily Intelligence: There is a scrapped Toyota Highlander at the Tucker Motorcycle Recycling Center, and a damaged version of the starry sky gold diamond Rolex watch is hidden under the sofa cushion. ] What the hell? This can also drop gold coins? [Daily Intelligence: The Modern Brothers living in the No. 9 bridge tunnel had a street conflict with the short-tailed dog because of the hatred caused by selling inferior ice on the street. The Modern Brothers leader Feis had his other leg broken by the other party. The other party wants to cooperate with you to develop a gold project. ]
Good man, you are so brave to sell this thing! Do you really think you are Mr. White? Gold Project? What is that? Zhang Ailun wondered if the other party could bring him some new money-making projects? (End of this chapter)