Chapter 135 Container Blind Box The person in the passenger seat took the oil paper bag in to check the amount of cash. After confirming that it was correct, he gave the man a small silver box, restarted the car, and drove off the street. The entire transaction was so tight that it only took less than thirty seconds. Zhang Ailun looked around and saw no cameras. There were no pedestrians in the middle of the night. He thought for a moment and spit the gum out of the window, "Run into it!" "Ah?" Sig looked at him doubtfully. "Hit him slowly, make him lose consciousness or lose the ability to move. You can also scare him at the same time. You control the speed pretty well during the day." Zhang Ailun said: "I will count to three, three, two, one..." Sig did so immediately. hum! ! The pickup truck started up with a roar. Doctor Han, who had just reached the intersection, turned his head to look at the headlights, his mind going blank.
Sig slammed on the brakes suddenly, did a tailspin and accurately positioned himself. With a bang, the opponent flew two meters away and rolled on the ground for several times, stunned but not hurt. Zhang Ailun and Xige got out of the car immediately and picked up the silver safe that had fallen on the ground. They dragged the unconscious Dr. Han into the car, started the car and drove away from the scene, leaving the city directly and arriving at a wilderness area in the suburbs. After getting off the car, Zhang Ailun tried to unlock the code box, but to no avail. He could only pick up a mineral water bottle, urinate on it, and splash it on the other person's face. Doctor Han woke up dizzy and disoriented. As soon as he opened his eyes and before he could see the person sitting in front of him, a gun was pressed against his forehead. The cold touch made him shudder. As I heard the sound of the insurance being pulled, I was immediately shocked. He trembled and said, "Don't hurt me! I'll give you whatever you want! I have money!!" "What's in this?" Sig covered his face with a mask and asked in a low voice, "What is it used for? How much is it worth?" "It's adrenochrome, a medical drug prepared for my clients. The price of one gram of this stuff on the black market is 1 . dollars. The black cross-wrapped box in the box contains a test tube of 1000 grams of adrenochrome, and the price including the syringe is 1 . dollars." Doctor Han answered tremblingly. "What are you going to buy it for?" Zhang Ailun asked. “My clients have this need, but I can’t tell you who my clients are.” Doctor Han was almost scared to tears. "Please don't hurt me. If you want money, I will give it to you no matter how much. There is $2000 in cash in the piggy bank of my apartment. It is the black money I received as bribes from my family members. The address is No. 566, Dongjie Community, and the password of the box is 564277. I didn't see anything, and I don't remember your voices, smite..." "..." Zhang Allen and Sig looked at each other and continued to ask who was the person he was trading with. "I don't know who they are, but in our circle, many people do business with them. I can only say that this is a legal and compliant thing. In order to keep themselves young, wealthy people will spend a lot of money to customize medical beauty packages. There are no less than 260 special medical institutions in Los Angeles. We are a small-scale hospital, and we only earn a little hard-earned money and service fees. Even the wives of mayors and councillors often come to patronize the medical beauty business." Doctor Han was terrified and told everything he knew. Seeing that he couldn't get much information out of him, Zhang Ailun simply punched him and knocked him unconscious. "Fuck! I thought the army was terrible, but I didn't expect those high-ranking officials in the city are even worse! They're all swamp creatures."
Sig took off his mask, spat, and couldn't help cursing: "Is there any hope for a country like this?" "Who are you asking?" Zhang Ailun has no empathy and focuses on eating and destroying the pot. "If there is no hope, isn't there still the Lone Star Republic? You can always trust the Texas rednecks." Sig rolled his eyes. "You're right. We should break it up and reassemble it. What should we do with this guy? We can't just leave him here, right? If a coyote comes over, he'll definitely be dead." "Just throw him on the side of the road in Skid Row. It's better for him to be picked up by Blackie than by a coyote. Even though not everything this guy said is right, we are not qualified to judge him." Zhang Ailun was still kind enough not to kill him. He just threw him on the side of the road to see if he had a strong enough life. If he was lucky, at most he would be filled up by Lao Hei. If he was unlucky, he would be spotted by a passing van and taken away, and there was nothing he could do. After pulling the unconscious Dr. Han back into the car, Sig drove back to the city, found a random intersection where homeless people gathered, dropped him off, stepped on the accelerator, and drove away. The old black man nearby saw someone being thrown out of the car and immediately came over. He looked at the fair-looking Doctor Han and checked him. "It's a little old, but it's still tight. Just use it." Several people immediately dragged him into the alley, and soon there were terrified shouts from inside, "Who are you, Xiba! No!!" “Behave yourself!!” Seeing that he was not cooperating, Lao Hei started cursing, and slapped the two big guys, leaving only whimpering sounds. Several people started lining up. And you, my friends, are the real scavengers! Sig continued driving to the East Street apartment that Dr. Han mentioned. Zhang Ailun successfully opened the safe in the car using the password given by the other party. He found a cross bag and a syringe in a plastic film, a reinforced spiral glass test tube fixed with metal ends, and a double-layer glass filled with a yellow-orange and slightly reddish viscous liquid. At first glance, I thought it was the shape of the T virus. "Is this adrenochrome? I heard it's a medical substance extracted from frightening children in various ways. When humans are frightened, they will produce this special hormone in their bodies." Sig took a look and asked in confusion, "Can this thing keep people young? One gram is worth a thousand dollars, which is much more expensive than gold and rare metals. It turns out that youth is valuable for a reason." "I don't know. I only know that blood transfusion combined with dietary therapy can indeed help people live a few more years." Zhang Ailun doesn't know much about this, but it has long been no secret. There are many different opinions on the Internet, and a lot of information has been revealed on the dark web, but there is no doubt that this thing is the same type of thing as the elixir of life that rich people spend 200 million to take. In order to live a few more years, rich people will always do whatever it takes, either by replacing their spare parts or by extracting medicinal substances from young people. Cerebrospinal fluid, adrenochrome, paying a high price to make girls pregnant and taking away the placenta to extract medical drugs. The capitalists have tried everything. They don't really think that a bunch of rich people get together just to play with women. Of course, it is to satisfy their perverted desires and sit together to share their drugs. Young people are treasures all over, and an 18-year-old black man who doesn't smoke tobacco, drink alcohol, and has no AIDS is even more of a treasure. "What are you going to do with this stuff?" Sig asked. "I don't need it. Take it and give it to Faith Modern. Let them find a medical institution on the black market to sell it. He should have a way to sell it. After all, this little thing is worth 7600 US dollars!" With the thought that it would be a waste if he didn't take it, Zhang Ailun packed up his things and put them under the seat. We soon arrived at No. 556 Dongjie Community. There was not even a street light nearby, let alone any cameras. The two men got out of the car, and Zhang Ailun directly took the crowbar from the car, pried open the window, and climbed in. The apartment was not big, nor was it a well-decorated house. It was a two-story, two-bedroom, one-kitchen, one-bathroom apartment located in an ordinary community. There was no security guarantee, and the police patrolling at night seemed to be nonexistent. The two of them swaggered directly into the community and into the house. Or maybe thefts and zero-dollar purchases are common. The blacks who know a little about lock picking will check to make sure no one is home and take some things away like it's fun. Zhang Ailun took a tactical flashlight and searched upstairs and downstairs. He found the piggy bank that Doctor Han mentioned. He opened the plug at the bottom and found that there were indeed scattered banknotes hidden inside.
"You don't have to pay taxes on things like this." Zhang Ailun gave Sig one thousand dollars, kept one thousand for himself, and put the money away. After all, there was no transaction or consumption record, but to be on the safe side, he decided to donate all the money he earned to public welfare organizations and contribute to charity! Is it easy for the leader to avoid taxes reasonably? After returning the piggy bank to its original place, Zhang Ailan and Xige did not touch other things in the apartment to avoid leaving clues and fingerprints. There was nothing valuable here. They only found painkillers, condoms and some Playboy magazines in the drawer. He climbed out the window, got back into the car, and left the community quietly. When we returned to the Qiaodong campsite, most of the friends had already fallen asleep. After parking the car, Zhang Ailun and Xige also chose to return to their own residences. As soon as I got on the RV, I found that there was one more person in the car. The vacant bed was occupied by the punk girl named Jesse. Dominic was awakened by the noise of the door opening. Seeing that it was the leader who came back, he immediately breathed a sigh of relief and explained, "Jesse's tent hasn't been set up yet. It's too late today, so I'll let her stay in the RV for one night. I'll help her find a place to live tomorrow, and she'll move out." "Is there a job she's good at?" Zhang Ailun nodded, not taking this little matter to heart. It can be seen that Dominic and her relationship is still very good. “Does a zero-dollar purchase count?” "What do you think?" Zhang Ailun was speechless. "Okay, I'm just kidding you. She knows a lot of things. We used to pick up cans on the streets together. Sometimes when I had no money, she would go out to beg and use the money she got to buy food. She is a reliable person. Can we let her join our team?" Dominic asked. "Of course, if you can trust someone, I can trust them too." Zhang Ailun smiled, "At least she's a pretty interesting little girl. She should be able to get along well with David and Gate." "Thank you, Ellen, she is my best friend, and so are you," Dominic thanked. It was getting late, and in order not to disturb other people's sleep, Zhang Ailun quickly washed up and lay on the bed to clear his mind. Fortunately, Jennifer had fallen asleep. Without Jennifer's harassment, I had done a lot of physical work today, and fatigue overwhelmed me, so I fell asleep quickly. The next day. When he opened his eyes in the morning, Zhang Ailun felt refreshed. He was back! His energy and spirit were back!! I took out my phone and checked the daily intelligence. [Daily Intelligence: The wanted criminal Black McDonald and his drug gang, who were arrested yesterday, will go to court today. Your good friend Dave is the defense lawyer. They are suspected of intentional homicide, illegal drug trafficking, rape, and assaulting police officers. If convicted, they are expected to be sentenced to 190 years in prison. Officer Mig has notified the San Francisco Police Department and the Chinese community. It is expected that the $9 bounty will be transferred to your good friend Sig's account at 00:12000 am. He can make a reasonable tax deduction for you through charitable donations.] Good. Those who know me are the daily intelligence. Zhang Ailun thought about it and decided that there seemed no need for him to manually donate the money he earned in the future. He could let the Beggars' Sect disciples or Sig make anonymous donations to charity directly, and as an internal employee of the charity organization, he could allocate the money reasonably. When buying expensive things, he could just register the money under the name of the Beggars' Sect disciples in the name of welfare. Isn't this simply transferring money from one hand to the other and producing and selling by himself? On the surface, the money was donated anonymously by kind-hearted people, and the employees of the charity organization rationally arranged the shopping and distribution of supplies, so that the homeless people were helped. In fact, the money is mine, the person is mine, and the things I buy are still mine. Um, it’s all um! No matter how you check the accounts, they are correct! [Daily Intelligence: Your partner, the director of the Green Letter Shelter, Cooper, has applied for an internal employee savings card for you. It has been handed over to your good friend Reina, waiting for you to claim it. You may need to pay something or ask someone else to claim it.] Zhang Ailun rubbed his waist subconsciously. [Daily Intelligence: Warehouse managers are selling off storage warehouses at low prices on Los Angeles . At 2:22 ., 1 self-selected container blind boxes will be put on the shelves, including a blue container with serial number C-510 stored in the B100 private medium-sized warehouse in the southern port of Los Angeles. Details: An unclaimed Chrysler all-terrain off-road Wrangler Jeep is sealed inside. You only need to pay a deposit of $900 and the final payment of $ for sanitation and cleaning fees to take it away. ] Zhang Ailun instantly became interested and downloaded the Opportunity Network App. He discovered that this was an apparently formal and regular trading software platform, mostly selling common daily necessities or buying and selling markets. There is another federal bidding opportunity network, which is used by the Department of Defense to bid for arms. Arms dealers of all sizes and the armed nation will trade there. From small items such as gun oil, bullets, bulletproof vests, gas masks, goggles, maintenance oil, helmets, and a bundle of shoelaces to large items such as tanks, airplanes, satellites, missiles, and rockets.
It’s just that ordinary people can’t make money on it. Sig seems to have a way to do this. Gun stores in the Armed Nation can bid for the purchase, and he has the qualification certificate, but currently there is not enough money to start this project. To open an ordinary gun store, it would cost at least several hundred thousand dollars. If it is a gun store with high-level authority, you can forget about it if you don't have several million dollars. What's more, this thing is similar to buying cigarettes and alcohol. There is a grade point system within the dealers. Sig's military rank when he joined the army was captain. After he was discharged from the army, his initial points and reputation in this line of work were higher than those of ordinary people. He could bid for the purchase of heavy firepower weapons, sniper rifles, and even more dangerous military supplies. But the prerequisite is that he is discharged from the army normally and has connections in the army. Sig is obviously not a person who is discharged from the army normally. Zhang Ailun was determined to get the container blind box, and seeing that it was still early for it to be put on the shelves, he simply set an alarm a few minutes in advance to remind himself. [Daily Intelligence: Your good friend Olivia will introduce you to a five-star welfare errand activity at around 22:00 in the evening.] WTF? Isn't it another threesome activity? Zhang Ailun felt a little numb for a moment and began to doubt his life. What do you think, should I answer it or not? (End of this chapter)