Chapter 44: Theft Team Zhang Ailun was stunned for a moment, then became furious. Where did this bastard come from? He even dared to steal my bicycle? Is this the West Coast? Sure enough, I taught myself a lesson again! Although he knew that the streets were in chaos and that zero-dollar purchases and petty thefts were frequent, he locked his bicycle not far from the entrance of the pawn shop, specifically chose a crowded place, and stayed inside for a while. But when he came out, not even the wheel was left? How would he explain this to Simone? Zhang Ailun felt a little bad. It turns out that you can't ride a bicycle as a means of transportation on the street. If no one is watching over it, it can be easily stolen, and there is no place to complain. I originally wanted to buy a means of transportation, but now I have given up this plan. Zhang Ailun calmed down. Seeing a few homeless people drinking from paper cups nearby, he immediately walked over and said hello, "Hey guys, I want to ask you something. Have you seen a bicycle parked here?" Several homeless people looked at him in surprise, "Your bicycle is lost?" "Yes, that was my friend's car. I borrowed it, but it was stolen by someone who broke into the lock. I really need to get the car back now, otherwise I can't imagine how I can face my friend." Zhang Ailun answered helplessly. "Don't worry, man, we happen to know some news." There is always a way out, and several homeless people answered very kindly. After looking at each other, one of the white homeless men with greasy hair, a beard and wearing thick clothes drank the drink in his hand and then extended the cup to Zhang Ailun.
The meaning of begging is self-evident. "We are sorry to have to do you this favor, but we haven't eaten yet. For God's sake, please give us something." "Of course, as long as you can provide me with valuable clues." Zhang Ailun took out a few $5 bills from his pocket, choosing to spend money to avoid disaster, and said generously: "These are yours." "Man, isn't that too little? Five dollars? You can't buy anything! I mean, that's more than you should have." What was unexpected was that these homeless people had big appetites. They laughed out loud just after taking a look at the five-dollar bills in Zhang Ailun's hand. Zhang Ailun frowned slightly. "Not enough?" Don't you know that this is a hundred jars? "Show some sincerity! Friend, you just came out of the pawn shop, we all saw you!" Several people also began to urge him to pay more money to buy information. "Oh? How much money do you want?" Zhang Ailun felt that these people didn't look like real homeless people at all. Instead, it seemed like someone was specifically stalking the area. "Twenty dollars, twenty dollars per person!" The homeless man asked for a huge amount of money. Zhang Ailun put the banknotes in his pocket. 20 per person? I might as well buy another car. He smiled at the few people and said, "You are not ordinary homeless people, right? You often wander around this street? Is this your territory?" The white homeless man shrugged and spread his hands. "It's all because of our friends. We do have some say in this street. But we can't compare with real gangs. We are law-abiding citizens." "very good." Zhang Ailun restrained his smile, rolled up his sleeves, and said slowly: “I wanted to get along with you as an ordinary person, but what I got in return was fraud and blackmail.” I won't pretend anymore. I'm going to be honest. I'm just a nobody. "Guys, let's do this in a quicker way. I'll give you two choices!" Zhang Ailun held up a finger and said, "First, immediately ask your old acquaintances, or cooperative gangs, to return my car intact." "Two! Only one of us can stand! You can choose to come together, or one by one, and I will beat the shit out of you and then beat you into the shit again!!"
Several homeless people looked at each other in bewilderment and immediately denied it: "Hey, man, I don't understand what you are talking about. Aren't you asking about our bicycle? We didn't steal your bicycle. This has nothing to do with us." "Oh God, we wanted to help you, but your attitude is so bad." Shaking their heads, several people immediately turned around and left. Zhang Ailun followed him. "Hey man, why are you following us?" After following for half a street, a few homeless people turned into a small alley and looked at Zhang Ailun with some displeasure. There were many people on the street just now, and there were police officers passing by. They didn't want to cause trouble and avoid unnecessary trouble. But now they were in a place with fewer people, and this was also their territory, so the few of them stopped pretending and simply tore off their disguises and surrounded them. Staring at me with angry eyes, one hand in his arms, "Don't you understand what I say? Or don't you know any rules? If your bike is lost, you should go find that damn broken bike yourself!! Instead of following us! Are you deliberately looking for trouble?" "Tsk." Zhang Ailun felt a little sour because of his breath. He raised his hand to fake a move to attract attention, then turned around and slapped him in the face with a big hand. The whole person seemed to be hit by a train, and he fell headfirst against the wall. A black object fell to the ground. Exploded equipment. "Fuck you!!" Zhang Ailun quickly picked up his equipment, raised his gun and counterattacked the opponent, cursing: "Why are you so arrogant? Do you think you look like a good fighter? Stand up! Let's fight!" The homeless man sat on the ground dazed, his nose bleeding, half of his face instantly swollen and red, looking around in a daze, confusion in his eyes. The people around were all stunned by this scene. They stood there in a daze for a moment, not daring to make trouble or threaten him anymore. "Go and get my bike back! My bike was lost on your property, so you have to take responsibility for it!" Beretta M92F. The two red dots on the left and right sides of the rear of the gun are particularly distinctive. Zhang Ailun wanted to unload the bullet but found that there was no bullet. The feel was not right. The magazine was light and fluttery. It was a simulated BB gun used to scare people. He threw it against the wall and smashed it to pieces, with parts flying everywhere. "Either give me my car back, or I'll break your dog legs right now, tie you to a wheelchair and beg on the streets to save up money to buy a new car!" Zhang Allen said unkindly, “My name is Hamburger Juan King.” "You are Juan Jin from Lori Louis 19?" The homeless people were shocked. It was obvious that they had heard of the other party's name during this period. He was an Asian who was very good at fighting. He crushed the balls of the homeless man next door, Lao Hei. This had basically spread among the homeless circles nearby. He is a ruthless person who will take a detour if you see him! You can't snatch the can from him. Shit, why didn't they think of that. No wonder the other party dares to be so arrogant. This is really hitting the wall!! "We'll have your car back in a minute." The homeless man immediately admitted that they were the ones who did it. He immediately took out his cell phone and sent a message to another gang, asking them to send the car to the alley on the street. It is easier to get things done if you have a big fist. Zhang Ailun's expression relaxed a lot.
If possible, he didn't really want to fight with others every day, and a few big guys would teach people to be good. There was nothing he could do, because the environment was like this. Others are riding on my head. If I don’t leave a deep impression on them, they will think I’m easy to bully! (End of this chapter)