Chapter 158 Knowing that he was wrong? Knowing that he was going to die! "WTF! Who are you? This is my home! I can wear whatever I want. What are you trying to do? I didn't provoke you!" The Hornet boss was trembling with fear, "Do you want money or something else?" Zhang Ailun also climbed in through the window and took a close look at the interior facilities. The bags and suitcases in the lobby on the first floor had all been packed. Fuck! You, kid, have no intention of going to the gang for a loan, right? Do you want to just run away and raise pigs in a pig farm in Southeast Asia? I opened the package and saw stacks of cash inside. These green dollar bills are so fragrant! Zhang Ailun went upstairs, loaded the bullets with two clicks, walked over with a fake smile, raised the gun and pointed it at him, "Yo, do you remember me? You bastard!" “……”The Wasp owner was stunned for a moment. "It's you?" How is this possible? Could it be that the plan was leaked? The Hornet boss doubted his life and continued to play dumb. "Hey, man, what are you doing? Breaking into a private house is illegal! Didn't we settle our business yesterday? Don't be so bullying!" "Breaking into someone's house? Who said we were breaking into someone's house? We are all employees of a charity organization. Because of your kind donation yesterday, we came to visit you and reminisce about the past. We're giving you a banner!" Zhang Ailun denied it flatly and asked Xige, "Where is our pennant?"
"Sorry, boss, I came in too much of a hurry. I seem to have forgotten to take it." Sig spread his hands and cooperated. "Be more careful next time." Zhang Ailun scolded in a fake manner. He also took out several thick stacks of US dollars in cash from a handbag in the lobby on the first floor. The other party used the recycling station to mortgage a loan of 95000 US dollars, but now only 49000 US dollars is left. God knows where he spent it all! ! He said with a fake smile: "Hey, man, I want to ask you, why do you keep so much money at home? Didn't you say yesterday that you had no money left?" The Hornets boss felt a chill in his heart when he looked at the money in his hand. This was the money he had borrowed from underground channels by selling everything he had. Since he had no plan to pay it back, he didn't feel bad about spending it, so he ordered a few high-end call girls yesterday. I also got some high-end stuff from a black man on the street, and I was so high! My back was sore and my legs were weak, and I sent him away in the morning. He said timidly: "Just listen to my explanation..." "I don't listen." Zhang Allen said. "Breaking into someone's house is illegal, but then absconding with the money and hiring someone to kill someone is not illegal?" Zhang Ailun threw the banknotes in his face viciously and cursed, "Do you really think your plan is perfect?" The money was thrown at him head-on. If it were a normal day, the Hornets owner would definitely be happy to pick it up, but now he didn't dare to do so at all, and he couldn't be happy, not to mention that the money was his own. "It's ours now." The Beggar Gang disciple picked up the money from the ground and smiled happily, "Great! There are US dollars growing on the ground!" "..." You are still human! ? The Hornets boss was a little desperate when he saw that the truth had been revealed. He never expected that these people were so powerful that they could know their plans in advance and had such great connections! Damn it, there is definitely a traitor here! For a moment, he was filled with grief and anger, but he could only kneel on the ground in humiliation and kowtow, raising his hands and begging: "I was wrong! Please spare my life! I will never dare to do it again!" "Now you know you're wrong! You know you can't sleep if you wet the bed." Zhang Ailun went up to him and slapped him twice, making his nose and face swollen and dizzy. He scolded him, "You don't know you are wrong, you know you are going to die! Think about how you are going to spend the rest of your life in prison!"
"You can't do this! If you send me to jail, I will definitely accuse you of violent crimes and extortion!" The Hornets owner immediately retorted angrily. "What evidence do you have to prove that I blackmailed you? I didn't force you to donate to charity. It's written in black and white, and there's your signature on the door, so it's legally binding! If you don't want to go to jail, then you just want to die?" Zhang Ailun's smile turned into a kind one. He said to the people around him, "Siger, since this client doesn't agree with our suggestion, let's just agree to his request and take him to the suburbs to get rid of him. By the way, notify the underground loan companies that lent him money and tell them that this guy has no intention of repaying his debts and has booked a plane ticket to run away. His money has been spent. Let's see what they will do to our client? Will they cut off his hands and feet? Or will they give him their heart and soul?" The Wasp boss was instantly horrified when he heard this. Those loan shark gangs are not to be trifled with! If he is dragged to the suburbs by the other party, he will definitely die miserably! Being fucked in the back door is a small matter, and the fate of a fighting dog locked in a dog cage is also definitely miserable! "I originally wanted to communicate with you through legal and civilized means, but what I got in return was alienation. Since you don't agree, forget it. Just be more careful in your next life!" Zhang Ailun waved his hand. Several people immediately made a move to hold him up. The Hornet boss was so frightened that his legs went limp. He quickly shouted, "I was wrong! Don't kill me! I am willing to turn myself in and go to jail!" "What have you done wrong?" Sig took out his cell phone to take photos and videos. "I tried to hire someone to commit murder but failed." "How much did you pay for the murder? Did you leave a receipt? Where are the criminals?" The Hornets boss compromised, like an eggplant hit by frost, and said frankly in frustration: "I posted the task on the Los Angeles 58 black market app and paid them $9000. They promised to handle this matter cleanly. By the time they take action against you, I will have already taken a plane to leave the West Coast. My flight is booked for pm. They should be resting in the motel now." He sold out all of them in one go. "My life is only worth $9000? No one else is involved?" Zhang Ailun said dissatisfiedly, "Are you a professional? Do you have vision?" I'm so hard to kill, and you want my life for $9000? Miser. No wonder people say you are stingy. "They said they were professionals and would never make a mistake or get me into trouble. The average person would only charge $4000 to do this." The Wasp boss said with a sad face: "Ten thousand dollars is already a lot. Only they and I know about this. No one else knows about this plan. Damn it, I shouldn't have trusted those two niggers! They must have let the matter slip! How did you find out about me?" "It's just what you think." Zhang Ailun did not answer his confusion and continued, "Did you mention the word nigger just now? Very good! Now you have been charged with another crime of racial discrimination! We will hand you over to the police!" He winked at Sig, and the two of them went out, saying, "Leave two people here to watch him, and we'll go to the motel to catch the two black men. Then we'll notify those loan shark gang members." "What about the money? Why notify the loan shark? Why not call the police?" Sig asked in surprise. You just said that everything was just a lie? "Hasn't he spent all the money? He has no intention of repaying the debt. You can take the money to an ATM on the roadside, deposit it into your card, and donate it with one click. When the time comes, just print out a charity donation slip for him." Zhang Ailun answered casually: "Why call the police? We can solve this kind of thing privately. The fewer people who know about it, the better. Then I'll have to give Officer Mig another box of cookies." Sig looked at him with strange eyes, you are a nice guy. "You just said you wanted to send him to prison." Zhang Ailun patted his shoulder and said, "You have to be flexible. There are too many people involved in charity donations. It's better to leave it in the ground. Only dead people won't talk much. Otherwise, I'll be in trouble." What if the other party makes a noise in there and causes trouble, ruining this good business, and the shelter, Cooper, and those bosses blame us? Is it still possible? "Ok!" Sig immediately turned around and went upstairs, asking for everything to be arranged. Let Bailey and another person stay behind to control the other party, and the others followed Zhang Ailun into the car. Zhang Ailun started the Wrangler and drove to the motel. When passing a crossroads of a block, he saw an ATM on the side of the road, so he stopped the car temporarily and let Sig go over to deposit the money.
As luck would have it, I saw a few black men waiting on the side of the road. After seeing Sig take out the cash, they looked around and found that there was no one around, so they put their hands in their pockets and trotted over from the other side of the road, ready to go over and make a free purchase as if no one was around! Fuck! This old black man is so uncultured, why do you join in the fun when others are saving money? "Hey! Niggers! What are you doing?" Zhang Ailun lowered the car window and pointed the gun at them. "Get out of the way! Okay? I don't want to kill you here!" "Oh shit! They have guns!" "Dude, you're so cool! We'll leave right away!" The black guys were stunned. They quickly raised their hands to indicate that they were not a threat, turned around and fled in panic. "Should we teach them a lesson?" Richie looked at Old Black who was running away, and recalled the days when he was begging on the streets, and was often bullied by these guys. "It's better to have less trouble than more. We have more important things to do now." Zhang Ailun didn't want to cause any more trouble. Those old men had black spots on their foreheads and didn't look very old. They wouldn't live long. It would only take a peanut for them to die sooner or later. "Ok." Sig deposited the money and got back into the car. He felt a little unhappy about what had just happened. "Why are there so many black people on this street?" "This is District 13. In Newton, even Batman would be skinned alive. The Bloods and Crips are both in this district." Zhang Allen said, "We'd better not cause trouble here." I took out my phone and took a look at the payment notification. +49000 USD. The remaining deposit is US$18. A horse cannot grow fat without night grass, and a man cannot become rich without unexpected wealth! ! I drove off the street and headed to the motel, where I parked the car on the side of the road. According to the software reminder sent by Blitz, it was within 50 meters. Zhang Ailun and his companions got out of the car and entered this small-looking, shabby-decorated motel. The waitress at the front desk was a black girl. The Beggars' Clan member didn't waste time talking to her. He just showed her the photos and asked, "Hello, sweetheart, do you know these two people? Do you have any impression of them?" Hei Mei looked at the men with bad intentions and was a little suspicious. "What do you do? I don't have the right to disclose any information about my clients." Before she finished her words, one of the Beggars' Sect disciples took out $50 and placed it in her palm, looking at her admiringly, "Look at you, dear, you have maintained a really good figure. I like your type! You can ask for whatever price you want, I am happy to pay you! Now can you help me check them out?" "This money is only enough for me to tell the news. If you want to seduce me, you need to pay extra money. I think my boss doesn't mind me making some extra money during working hours!" said the black girl cunningly, happy to go back to her old job. She lifted her hair, and her chest was heavy like two balloons filled with water. Her figure was really hot, and her butt was also very big. The Beggar Gang disciples looked at Zhang Ailun eagerly. "..." The chief leader didn't have any idea about this, he just waved his hand and said, "You better hurry up and solve this, we are here to do business, okay?" "Honey, when did they move in? Was it yesterday?" The Beggar Gang disciples were willing to sell their sex appeal in order to get the truth from the person. It was proven that it really worked. As long as you are willing to pay and are generous, many people are willing to cooperate with you. "Yes, I have some impression of these two black people. They rented a house in room 312! They also ordered fried chicken fast food service. The two servings of fried chicken just left this morning." The black girl explained every detail. "Thank you, dear. I think we should go somewhere else to continue our conversation." The Beggar Gang disciple hugged the black girl and left the front desk, and went straight to her. With a slap, he slapped her on the butt. Sig looked at the two people who walked into the small room and began to doubt his life. No, you guys are starting now? "Look at others, then look at yourself! When it's time to make a move, make a move!" Zhang Ailun said jokingly, "Don't worry about the quality. As long as you can eat the rice, don't worry about the saltiness. It all tastes like seafood. If you have money, you can support a celebrity, but if you don't have money, what are you picking on?"
"I hate this kind of money transaction!" Xige envied it with all his heart. His eyes were blazing and his teeth were clenched. Filled with anger, Sig went upstairs with the key in his hand. Zhang Ailun and others locked the door, put up a sign saying "Closed for Business", and went upstairs. "This is the room." Arriving at the door of Room 312 on the third floor, Sig took out the key, carefully inserted it and turned the door lock. With a click, the door opened and a group of people immediately rushed in. In a small standard room, a TV was on, and two naked black men were sleeping on the bed. On the bedside table were two unnumbered ghost guns. Suddenly, he heard the door open. Lao Hei got up in a daze, but was kicked in the chest! Oh! Shit! This kick almost broke the old black man to pieces! He flew from the head of the bed to the foot of the bed, rolled over twice, and covered his chest with his hands, making a sound like he was leaking air. As soon as he looked up, he saw several big men surrounding him, pointing guns at his head. Cold sweat poured down his face, and Lao Hei's eyes suddenly became clear and his mind became clear. What was going on? Police officer? The other black man was a little slow to react. After he sat up, he saw several white people rushing in, led by a yellow man. I watched him kick my colleague three meters away. Then he pounced on him and slammed his head twice on the bedside table. His eyes went black and his head felt dizzy. Then a gun was stuffed directly into his mouth. Zhang Ailun grabbed Lao Hei's dreadlocks, pressed him against the bedside table, and slammed him hard. He then put his knee on his neck and put the muzzle of the gun in his mouth. Lao Hei's face turned red and warm at a speed visible to the naked eye, and turned into the color of soy sauce. A sound like air leaking out of his throat came out. His face was full of fear. Zhang Ailun slapped him in the face, and then slapped him a few times with loud slaps, making him see stars and half of his face swollen. He cursed: "It was you who accepted the mission to assassinate me? Blackie, talk!!" Lao Hei felt very aggrieved. His neck was being choked, his mouth was drooling, and he was speechless. I can't breathe!!! Sir! Help! (End of this chapter)
