America: Starting with Daily Intelligence
Chapter 137 - 120: Recycling Vehicles_2

Chapter 137: Chapter 120: Recycling Vehicles_2

Daily intelligence is still rigorous; it will never provide irrelevant evidence.

Unfortunately, I thought there might be some sensitive keywords like celebrity billionaires, ministers, senators, or silver parties on private islands.

These rich people undoubtedly play hard in private, but mostly it’s the shady, more-the-merrier type of play.

Opened VT Exchange again, found the task of vehicle recovery, and confirmed acceptance.

The employer is quite interesting and aloof, didn’t say much, just replied: You’re the sixth person to take on my task, if there’s no progress by tomorrow, I’ll cancel the mission.

Allen Zhang replied with only one sentence: By this evening, you’ll see your Mustang.

Mr. Steel Saw: I hope so. Don’t say I didn’t warn you, if there are any scratches or damages to my vehicle, the price I will pay you will be heavily discounted!

Burger King: ok.

Allen Zhang accepted the task, didn’t bother with the employer anymore, and immediately texted Sieg.

Allen Zhang: There’s a gig, come quick.

Sieg: What gig? Zero-Dollar Purchase? Taking over turf? Snatching cans?

Allen Zhang: Car theft.

Sieg: ???

Without further explanation to Sieg, Allen Zhang greeted Rena and left the shelter.

Waiting on the street for a few minutes, Sieg drove over in a beat-up pickup truck, parking by the roadside, with one of the Air Force Five Elders, Air Force Bailey, sitting in the backseat.

Allen Zhang got into the vehicle, and Sieg immediately asked eagerly: "Boss, what do you mean by stealing cars? Are we really going to get into the business of reselling vehicles?"

"Calm down. How could that be possible! Am I the type to unscrupulously break the law for profit? I just accepted a vehicle recovery task from the VT Exchange, the employer can give us up to 5,000 US Dollars!" Allen Zhang explained, pulling out the task list to show him.

"So much!?" Sieg was shocked.

Air Force Bailey looked at the countdown of 12 hours and hesitated: "Why is there a time requirement? Does it mean he won’t pay us if we don’t get the car back in time?"

"After all, it’s a 5,000 US Dollar project, it’s normal for the employer to have some requirements. He has hired no less than six groups before, but none found the car, and I just happened to find some relevant content, I’ve seen that car on the street." Allen Zhang took out the intelligence photo.

"Seventh District’s Second Avenue, Apartment 1286’s parking garage?" Sieg read the text corresponding to the background image.

A silver Mustang sports sedan, very similar to the image provided by the employer, only the license plate was obscured, and the car paint and tires were different.

"They must have modified and repainted it in some unknown small garage, those thieves are professional team members, there’s certainly a corresponding industrial chain," Allen Zhang was unconcerned.

Whatever its myriad transformations, at least the intelligence provided wouldn’t be wrong, if it says it’s parked there, then it’s parked there.

What they needed to consider was how to take the car from someone’s garage without triggering the alarm or attracting the attention of the car thieves.

But it seemed difficult; they weren’t a professional car theft ring, they totally couldn’t do it, might as well deliver it directly, pointing a gun at the other party’s head would be quicker!

"Why don’t we just inform the employer and let him find it himself? People who can drive a Mustang probably aren’t short of money," Air Force Bailey suggested.

"Are you stupid? Finding the car and bringing it to the employer, and just providing information to the employer, would the reward be the same?" Allen Zhang immediately criticized his flawed thinking.

These 5,000 US Dollars might be hard to earn for other teams, but for them, it was basically free for the taking.

Sieg drove the pickup truck to the Seventh District’s Second Avenue, drove around two and a half circles, and parked in an outdoor parking lot converted from a basketball court, where all the cars parked were junk; the white old man guarding the gate even demanded 5 US Dollars for parking.

Allen Zhang didn’t want to argue too much, the nearby area was clearly a high-end community, and naturally, parking fees wouldn’t be cheap; if it were hotel parking or designated community parking, the fees were expensive, reaching 15 US Dollars per hour in the city center.

Their beat-up pickup didn’t even qualify to park there.

Sieg also reluctantly paid the 5 US Dollars. After all, it was monitored and guarded by a person, so parked here, it wouldn’t be stolen as a zombie car.

The three men reached the roadside on guard, and soon followed the door numbers to find Apartment 1286.

After circling half the round, they found the parking garage at the side door.

Under Allen Zhang’s arrangement, they didn’t rush to knock on the door to forcibly retrieve the vehicle, as no one knew how many people were inside, to avoid startling them, so they sat on the roadside bench and chatted idly while waiting.

Around noon, the apartment door was opened, a black man with a beard, wearing sunglasses, a silver bracelet, and a large-arm tattoo, holding a briefcase, walked across the pedestrian light, seemingly heading to a nearby restaurant for a meal.

"Bailey, go keep an eye on him. If he comes out after eating, pretend to accidentally bump into him, then smash something from your embrace, and demand compensation from him. In short, cling to him and don’t let go!"

Allen Zhang was applying the tactics, relying on staged accidents to buy time.

Bailey nodded and immediately followed.

"Sieg, take a look if there’s anyone else in the room." Allen Zhang then directed Sieg to probe.

Sieg crossed the pedestrian light, looked around vigilantly, reached the apartment door, rang the doorbell, and knocked on the door. But no sound came from inside.

Confirming that there seemed to be no one inside, Sieg returned and discussed with Allen Zhang, deciding to pry open the parking garage’s side door.

"They haven’t installed cameras on the front door and side door." Sieg checked, which was most important.

"Perhaps they are just guilty," Allen Zhang muttered as he found a red pry bar in the side courtyard, which felt quite handy.

He had Sieg keep watch nearby, while he took out his phone to snap a picture of the garage door.

Using the almighty Google, he searched the keyword: how to pick locks.

Sure enough, a ton of valid Q&A appeared in the next second. Looking at those social media profiles, without exception, all had dreadlocks and thick lips.

Click to adopt!!

Allen Zhang studied their techniques, feeling he had mastered the Lock-picking Technique.

Glancing around to see no one was there, Sieg nodded indicating he could proceed, Allen Zhang bent down and wedged the pry bar into the garage door gap, secured it with a nearby flower pot, stepped back, and kicked the pry bar hard.

With a snap, the garage door trembled fiercely, and the built-in anti-theft chain lock was instantly broken by the enormous cunning force. With a gentle lift, the garage door opened upwards.

Allen Zhang grinned, learning another trick.

He turned back and gave Sieg an OK sign.

[Lock-picking lv0: Suitable for garage anti-theft door locks and other low-level door locks.]

Sieg was also relieved; he didn’t think it could be done this way.

Allen Zhang threw the pry bar aside, opened the garage door, and as expected, inside was a parked silver Mustang sports car, he checked, but the keys were not inside.

Both of them directly entered the garage and began searching for the car keys.

Don’t even think about the keyless start technology, it’s a difficult skill, the seasoned car thieves may be proficient, but Allen Zhang and Sieg are not professionals, they don’t have this skill.

For the time being, they couldn’t learn it, and they might directly burn the ignition device, damaging the vehicle wasn’t worth it!

The two searched the garage without any results, Sieg suggested looking upstairs, as the garage and the apartment building were connected.

Allen Zhang adopted his suggestion, just got up from the garage, pushed the door open, and heard an amplified blasting sound.

Pushing the door open, they saw two shirtless, plump Black men, holding popcorn, fried chicken, fries, sitting on the sofa devouring, the table also had beer bottles, playing cards, and leaves.

Hearing the sound of the lock, the two Black men turned their heads in confusion.

"..."

Their eyes met, both parties were stunned.

Damn, wasn’t it empty? Allen Zhang was completely numbed; didn’t they hear the loud noise from prying the door?

Right, such a loud sound, he also only heard it after pushing the door open, the room had such good soundproofing, even if you sneakily moved around from behind them and emptied all the goods, they probably wouldn’t have noticed.