Chapter 165: Suburban Firefight Zhang Ailun followed into the apartment. Looking at Lao Hei who was lying on the ground with his hands covering his chest, this kick was like that of the chief leader. It was worth it that Xige had worked hard to train in private for so long. He also asked the chief leader for advice on various mixed martial arts techniques and how to fight at close range. Although his fighting skills were still very crude, it was no problem for him to deal with one or two ordinary people, not to mention this old black man who had smoked too much tobacco! As soon as I entered the house, I found that the living room of the apartment was in a mess. Cans and glass bottles were thrown everywhere. There were leaves and white powder on the table. The color level was four stars. There was a stench of leaves and seafood. The sound of the speakers was exploding and rumbling in my ears. There were men and women, white and black, about a dozen people in total. It’s confirmed, this is a serious party on the West Coast. "WTF!! What are you going to do?" The people in the house were instantly furious. Looking at the people who broke in and injured their people, they angrily accused: "You broke into my house without my permission. I can accuse you of illegal robbery! If you don't leave, I will call the police!" "What did you say?" The volume of the speakers next to my ears was deafening. I couldn't hear what he was saying at all. I could only see this old black man with glasses and dyed yellow hair talking foul language. Sig went up and slapped the man, knocking him to the ground with a loud bang, "Ah? What did you say! I can't hear you!"
Sitting on the sofa hugging a black girl, Ye Zi was a little drunk from smoking. The dizzy white man took a look and instantly came to his senses and recognized them, "WTF! It's you!" Zhang Ailun had no impression of him, and the Beggar Gang disciples around him pulled out their guns and pointed them in their faces, controlling everyone present. "Ah!! Sajilang!!!" The girls, who were disheveled and dressed very coolly, held their heads and screamed. "Silence!!" Zhang Ailun turned down the volume of the speakers, and the atmosphere suddenly became a little quiet. Looking at the dozen people present, he said, "We are not here to rob or kill people, but mainly to find someone. Let our employer talk to you! Tommy, it's your turn." “Hahahaha!” Tommy walked in from the door, making a stunning appearance. He looked at everyone present, especially the burly white man, “Hey! This is the surprise of the party! You didn’t expect me to come out, did you? Mash!” The white man looked a little unhappy. "When did you come out?" "I was only in prison for a few days. Are you surprised that I was able to get out? Or do you think I will be sentenced to at least ten years in prison? I don't want to say any more nonsense to you. You are not qualified. I just want to ask you one question: where is my stuff?" Tommy asked angrily, holding a bottle of wine, as if he would shoot him in the head if they didn't agree. "That batch of goods is at the No. 6 shooting site in the suburbs." The white sturdy man said helplessly: "You don't need to embarrass everyone so much, it's just a little economic dispute. You scared my friends! This matter has nothing to do with them, they are all good people!" "Hahahaha, good guy? How many good guys are there in this circle? I only know that ordinary good guys can't afford to smoke such pure cocoa. If you say one more word of nonsense, I will definitely make them have nightmares tonight!" Tommy threatened: "Take us to find that batch of goods, and I will slowly settle the score with you." "Ok." Mashu nodded helplessly and was dragged out of the apartment. Before leaving, she comforted the people present, "This is my personal matter and I need to deal with it. It has nothing to do with you. I will be back soon." "Are you sure I don't dare to take your life?" Tommy was a little unhappy with his calmness. "If you take my life, you will get nothing and continue to go to jail. You must be trying to make money and become rich again." Mashu said, "I still have some funds. If you let you go, I can use this money to help you, and then we'll be even!" Tommy thought about it and felt that what he said made sense. He had come here to take back the assets, but it would not be so easy to let him go. He turned to Zhang Ailun and the others and said, "We still have to go to the suburbs. The goods are there! But I don't know if they have tampered with the password. We need this guy to help lead the way." "Ok." Zhang Ailun readily agreed and cooperated with his actions. He got into the car with his men and headed to the suburbs following the other party's navigation. Half an hour later, we arrived at a factory and parked on the side of the road. We found that there were security guards on duty. There was a password lock on the door of the factory and there was also monitoring equipment at the door. Tommy asked Matthew to get out of the car and contact the other party, otherwise a gunfight would be triggered. Matthew had no choice but to do so. She dispersed the security personnel at the door and turned off the surveillance video. Under Tommy's supervision, Matthew obediently entered the password, opened the factory door, and said, "Everything you need is inside."
Zhang Ailun got out of the car, and for safety reasons they also put on bulletproof vests. There are wolves, tigers and leopards in the suburbs at night, so you have to be careful. A few people walked into the factory and found all kinds of furniture, beds, and various erotic toys inside. It was like a scaled-down version of an apartment. This was the first time that the leader came to a film set on the West Coast, although this film set was a little informal! "When your record company was shut down, wasn't this thing taken away?" Zhang Ailun asked. "No, because this factory has no value at all. Our record company has several filming locations, and this is just one of them. This guy secretly embezzled it in advance. My assets have been seized, but theirs have not." Tommy said unhappily. Zhang Ailun asked Xige to check the goods, and he found the pirated record in a cardboard box. There was a player next to it, and he tried to play the record, and it was full of passionate music. The content was undoubtedly Ye Zi, Ke Ke, and erotic rap. His eyes became strange, "No wonder someone would be willing to buy this thing." "Not everyone can become a superstar. The quality of the content of these popular things on the black market is just so-so. Apart from some color, violence, and blood, it's completely shit! But the price is very cheap. If someone buys, someone will sell." "Our purchase cost is not high, but the selling price is also cheap. We just make a living from hard work. Most of the time, we are involved in some money laundering projects in cooperation with other gangs. They spend money to buy our records, and then we go to the bars and nightclubs they run to spend money, and we help them filter the money properly." Tommy revealed the inside story of this industry: all money-making projects on the West Coast are inseparable from prostitution, gambling and drugs. As long as people in the industry are involved, they will basically break their arms and tendons and cooperate with each other. The underworld is not about fighting and killing, but about human relationships and worldly wisdom. It's the business of the little Karamis below shooting guns; it doesn't prevent the big guys above from taking advantage of the situation. "If you are confident, you can let me handle this batch of goods. I promise that I can sell them for you within two weeks, for at least 5 US dollars!" Zhang Ailun also understood that it was impossible to resell all of these things at once, and it would take some time to process them, so he readily agreed. I also gave him a bank account and said, "Remember to transfer all the money to this bank card when the time comes." Tommy looked up the card number and looked odd, "Charity?" "That's right. In addition to doing can recycling work, I am also a staff member of a charity organization. Haven't you donated money before?" Zhang Ailun asked. "Of course! But I was betrayed by my own people. The police still investigated me on the charge of tax evasion, and in the end they only charged me with smuggling and illegal sales." Tommy sighed. "Your business has been settled. Don't forget to transfer the money to me when the time comes, otherwise you will know the consequences of not keeping your promise." After saying this, Zhang Ailun was ready to take his people away, leaving the other party to handle the rest of the matter themselves. "Is it so easy to get a reward of 50,000 US dollars? Why do I feel like there is something fishy going on?" After leaving the factory and preparing to get in the car, the taciturn Bailey suddenly spoke. The people around him smiled and were about to tell him not to be so nervous, as this was not a battlefield. The next second, lights came on in the distance, and two Toyota Highlanders drove quickly from the end of the road. Someone in the driver's seat pulled out a pistol. Judging from the color of his skin, he should be a black man! "Hide!" Sig shouted loudly when he saw this scene. Upon hearing this, Zhang Ailun immediately turned over and hid behind the factory building, concealing his body. He took out a submachine gun from his tactical chest bag and loaded the bullets with two clicks. Bang bang bang bang! ! Gunshots rang out, flames spewed out, and the black man in the car shot at several people directly. The bullets hit the steel plate with a clang, and the factory cameras above were shattered by the bullets that flew over. "It's the black man in the apartment! The one I kicked. Fxxk!! They actually have the guts to chase us? They want to kill us?" Sig recognized the black people in the Highlander and couldn't help but curse. Zhang Allen's first thought upon hearing this was, "Xige, your feet are not heavy enough!!" If the leader had kicked him, he would have been unable to get out of bed for at least three days, and his rest of life would have been in jeopardy. How could he have any thoughts of revenge? The chief leader went up and slapped him three times, crushing his pride and breaking his rebelliousness.
It's not like this, when the other person saw you had a gun, he gave in, but afterwards he immediately turned against you and chased after you to take revenge! "It's all my fault." Xige was a little annoyed. If he had known this would happen, he should have let the chief leader take charge. His slap was still too light, it only caused humiliation to the enemy but failed to inject soul-stirring deterrence! "Fuck! My car!" Zhang Ailun was furious when he saw the Wrangler's taillight was broken and sparks were flying. How much would it cost to repair the car? "You're going to pay for this for me. Sig!" Zhang Ailun cursed, leaned over, pulled out the Victor submachine gun, pulled the trigger, and gave an order, "Hit me hard!!!" After catching their breath, the Beggars' Sect disciples also took out their weapons, becoming angry out of shame. Are you a bunch of black guys showing off your skills in front of them? Are you running to the suburbs to give it to them? Good, good, good! I won’t beat you to death today, because you are dark-skinned and the dark night cloak has played a role. Thug, tug, tug, tug! ! ! Instantly, gunfire rang out. The firepower of both sides was totally different. The Toyota Highlander that the black men were riding in was shot into a sieve, and the car windows were instantly shattered. The tires were also deflated. He turned the steering wheel and plunged into the woods, then stopped the car with a bang, and the bumper was dented. "No need to save bullets, keep shooting!" Zhang Ailun finished a round, changed the magazine, pulled the trigger, and fired at the two Toyota Highlanders. The concentrated fire lasted for more than a minute. The car was destroyed and the trees in the bushes were broken. Sig held the chief's hand and told him not to shoot again. If you take a taxi again, you'll explode! That black guy was hit by so many bullets, he should have died a long time ago. Zhang Ailun then gave up, stood up cursing and asked someone to check it out. "Boss, the person has passed away." The Beggar Gang disciples checked and felt relieved. "Let's just solve it here. You're so careless that you can get into a car accident while driving at night and hit someone's bullet." Zhang Ailun waved his hands and didn't want to see their miserable appearance. It was normal to have a few pounds of bullets in the body on a suburban night. Xige and his men immediately began to deal with the crime scene. They dragged the vehicles out and set them on fire in the open space. Thick smoke billowed, and there was an explosion with a bang. Soon, the two Highlanders were burned to empty shells. The air was filled with the smell of barbecue and engine oil. Tommy and Matthew, who had heard the gunshots a long time ago, hid in the warehouse, trembling, and did not dare to run out until the fighting outside was over. Looking at the cleaned-up scene, Tommy couldn't help but gasp, "Who is it? A killer? Did you offend anyone?" "You should ask the guy next to you, his good friends! Those guys actually ran directly to the suburbs to shoot at us! Fortunately, we are all professionals." Zhang Ailun said unhappily. Looking at Mashu who was pale, he said viciously: "Dude, you have to compensate us for our losses!!" "I will compensate you." Mashu answered honestly. She didn't expect those black people to be so bold. "But I can only take out 2000 US dollars now." "Who do you think we are? Beggars? This problem can't be solved without $10000! You'd better not talk about it outside. Are your friends familiar with these black people?" Zhang Ailun asked. "Please don't worry. They are all orphans living on the streets. Their parents died a long time ago. How can they have any friends?" Mashu said honestly, "I made friends with them just because I thought they could help me. Don't worry! I will definitely collect the money as soon as possible and transfer the money to your account when the time comes." After Zhang Ailun got his promise and took the two thousand dollars in cash, he gave up and left the suburban factory site with his men. It was late at night when we drove back to the Qiaodong camp. Zhang Ailun said goodbye to the Beggars' Sect disciples, gave them $2000 in cash as travel expenses, and got out of the car to take a look at the Wrangler. Everything else was fine, except for the fenders and taillights, which had bullet holes.
He patched it up hastily, put a label on it to cover the marks, and planned to have Sigla repair the car another day. Back in the RV, Dominic and Jennifer had already fallen asleep. Zhang Ailun simply washed up, took out his mobile phone and watched some short videos before he fell asleep peacefully. The next day. When Zhang Ailun woke up, he felt a warm feeling. He opened his eyes, lifted the quilt, and saw Jennifer eating secretly. "Shh…what are you doing? Jennifer?" He was shocked and turned around to find that there were only two of them in the RV. The campsite was quiet. He glanced out the window and found that the sun was already high in the sky. He took out his cell phone to check the time. He had been watching short videos until about 2 o'clock last night. He went to bed a little late and had a rare sleep in. Jennifer smiled and said, "Honey, you missed breakfast time. I saw that you were sleeping soundly, so I didn't come to call you. Are you satisfied with my wake-up service?" "I see you look like you didn't have breakfast either." Zhang Ailun's mouth twitched. Jennifer got close to him and became a female knight. She took off her clothes, took out a box of milk, and said with a sly smile, "It's okay. I've prepared some milk for you! Do you want to drink it directly, or experience the fun of childhood?" Hiss...If you're going to play like this, then I might really feel a little hungry. An hour later, the boss was still not satisfied, the milk was really delicious. (End of this chapter)