America: Starting with Daily Intelligence
Chapter 467 - 234: He’s Screwed, I’m Anxious_3

Chapter 467: Chapter 234: He’s Screwed, I’m Anxious_3

There are only about a dozen people.

Bolo felt a bit doubtful about life.

"What else could it be? Of course, it’s my guys. Didn’t you just have someone check me? What did you find?" Allen Zhang was also a bit puzzled.

"I only found out that you’re someone who works at a bar and recycles resources." Bolo said honestly: "It cost me 2000 US Dollars!"

Really honest, bro, better pack away your magical powers soon.

"..." Allen Zhang fell silent as well.

He messed it up.

Damn, he’s incompetent, and I’m anxious.

Looking at him meaningfully and patting his shoulder, "Carefully check how much money your people beneath you have embezzled. Someone working in intelligence really shouldn’t be ruining their own operation, accepting money yet unable to find out someone else’s identity. With 2000 US Dollars, even how many times a regular person goes to the toilet would be known."

I was originally thinking of getting Blitz to interfere a bit, the General Sect Leader’s phone certainly has a firewall. But what you’ve done, totally unnecessary.

"I had a lot of fun today at your place, remember to have the money ready, and we’ll collaborate again if there’s a chance, goodbye."

Waving his hand, he didn’t even turn his head as he left with Old Jack and Blitz.

Bolo watched as the small bird helicopter ascended and sighed in relief, quickly calling people over, asking them to drive and escort the General Sect Leader and the other two to the Motel.

Whether it’s useful or not, at least show the right attitude.

Meanwhile, calling his own underlings to a private room, his face dark, grinding his teeth he stared at him, "How much of my money have you really pocketed? 2000 US Dollars. Where did you spend it all!? Speak! Or I’ll kill you today!!"

"Boss, I’m sorry!!"

When the underling saw him pull out a handgun and load it, he immediately knelt down on both knees, sliding on his knees at lightning speed.

With a mixture of snot and tears, he complained, "I also owed Nick and them a sum of money, they said if I couldn’t pay, they’d chop me up and feed me to the dogs, I could only try to scrim some money off our turf. Last time we went out for work, the car tires flew off when we were escaping, we were caught and beaten up on the ground, and some brothers even ended up in the hospital, actually, it was me who sold the tires and swapped them for broken ones."

"Get to the point!!" Bolo trembled with anger.

"I spent 200 dollars to find a college student majoring in computer science at a crappy college to help investigate identities."

The underling replied honestly, "With that 1800 dollar budget, I was thinking of finding a college girl."

You are really something.

Bolo’s nose went crooked with fury, covering his heart, "If it weren’t for your sister today, I would definitely beat you to death!!"

"Big brother, I’ll bring my sister over from the other side of the river tomorrow."

"F*ck you!!"

"Then I’ll bring my mom over too."

"Ah!!! Get lost! Scram!" Bolo went mad with rage, cursing wildly at the ceiling and the floor, recklessly pulling the trigger.

Bang! Bang bang bang!!

The underling was terrified, covering his head and scurrying away, quickly running out of the room.

After calming down, Bolo also took out his phone and made a call, "Hello? Mr. Bangkok?"

Allen Zhang, with Blitz and Old Jack, drove to the Motel and directly checked in for free.

Also notified the helicopter pilot Boketu to park the helicopter on a nearby high-rise helipad.

Soon they grouped together and came to the Motel’s second floor, knocking on the room door.

"Come in." Allen Zhang said.

Boketu opened the door, led people in, and sat on the sofa with their weapons.

"Good job today, the business went smoothly." Allen Zhang took out a piece of gold the size of a thumb and handed it to Boketu, also reimbursing the fuel cost. The other gold was given to Blitz and Old Jack.

The General Sect Leader wasn’t interested in gold.

The time when the General Sect Leader was happiest was when he fended for himself on the streets, picking up cans and selling them for a dozen US Dollars at the recycling station.

The General Sect Leader had no worldly desires anymore, beyond the mortal world, not involved in US Dollars, so he gladly accepted all 250 thousand USTD.

"You know what I say, we should’ve mixed some lime into that batch of goods, not let that kid off cheap."

Old Jack scoffed, "Just say the word, and I’ll immediately lead people over to snatch that batch of goods back, then we find another group to sell it! Double-dipping? Anyone can do that?"

"How did you know that’s what I was thinking?"

"Cough cough, we have to be honest in what we do. He hasn’t actively provoked us, and wouldn’t dare to do that, why should we go after him? Bullets aren’t free, you know?"

Allen Zhang immediately criticized his unethical behavior, utterly rule-less, who would dare to trade with you in the future. Are you addicted to betraying?

You should let others make the first move, that gives you a reason to betray. That’s called justifiable cause!

Pity really. I was initially thinking of law enforcement by entrapment, but now he showed his hand outright, scared the guy off, not sure if he’d still dare to harbor any crooked ideas.

Old Jack: "..."

Lowly outsider!

Your scheme of using others to do your dirty work is really sinister.

"You’re reporting others, but haven’t you also never paid a dime in taxes?"

"If I don’t do charity, who would help the homeless on the streets? Will the National Tax Bureau spend money? No! They only harvest leeks, in the end, it’s about people like us with good hearts doing charitable deeds! Let alone that I have helped them achieve so much."

"..."

Look at what you’re saying!

Check your conscience, do you believe that yourself? Not even a ghost would!