America: Starting with Daily Intelligence
Chapter 468 - 235: A White Horse? He’ll Surely Come But Never Return!

Chapter 468: Chapter 235: A White Horse? He’ll Surely Come But Never Return!

"It’s getting late, everyone should rest early."

Allen Zhang got up to send off the Beggar Gang disciples, arranging for them to stay in the adjacent room. Leaving two people to stand guard in shifts, he also lay down on the bed to rest.

Not long after, there was a knock at the door. Allen Zhang opened it with curiosity and saw the two Latino beauties from before, dressed scantily and looking pitifully at the General Sect Leader, "Sir, Mr. Bolo asked us to keep you company."

"Perhaps we’ve come at a bad time?" the sisters said with hopeful eyes.

Allen Zhang pondered, "No, you’ve come at the perfect time! Please come in."

He smiled and invited the two into the room, then closed the door.

Soon, the theme song of a pay-per-view program could be heard from the room.

The two Beggar Gang disciples outside the wall listened with great interest. Afterwards, they couldn’t help but exclaim, "It’s no wonder he’s the boss, such stamina! What a stud!!"

The next day.

Allen Zhang got out of bed, stretched lazily, and glanced at the sisters still snoozing next to him.

It was obvious that they looked a bit exhausted, having been up until late into the night after a second round of action.

He didn’t wake them, instead he went to the bathroom to shower and dress.

He took out his phone to check the daily intelligence report.

[Daily Intelligence: There’s an assassination operation in a Western cowboy retro tavern in Laredo, a cheater who never loses at gambling irritated local Mexicans by winning 1 million US Dollars overnight playing Texas Poker at an underground entertainment venue, and they plan to send an assassin to carry out a hit in room 222 of the tavern. If you save him, you might receive a handsome reward.]

[Daily Intelligence: A stockbroker from Austin, Texas, has been kidnapped by desperadoes in Laredo, expected to be buried alive in the drainage pipes under the unfinished building on West Street. If you save him and escort him to the Central District airport, he might tell you some secrets about making money in the stock market.]

[Daily Intelligence: Last night, fifteen lone swimmers smuggled in by boat from New Laredo City were caught by the police in Laredo, some resisted and injured the officers, and have scattered across Laredo. Local police are posting wanted notifications, the bounty is 10,000 US Dollars per person. — Long press to learn personal information and current area of activity.]

[Daily Intelligence: Local boss Bolo, impressed by your strength, paid for information on you overnight, wanting to test you under the guise of helping to eradicate his nemesis, the Blood Shark Team. They were the ones who followed you yesterday. It’s advised to ignore it, as he really doesn’t know what kind of divine retribution—the IRS and capitalists’ hounds of retribution—he is facing.]

[Details: He explained your general situation to the White Horse drug trafficking group in New Laredo City in Mexico. The group’s leader, Mr. Bangkok, is interested in your armed helicopter and will cross the border to talk to you about buying it—if you disagree, they prepare to shoot you at the dinner table. The White Horse group is mainly involved in smuggling people, organ transplants, drug trafficking, etc., and is entrenched in the west of New Laredo City, with about 300 members, armed with conventional scale lethal weapons like rifles, explosives, militarized vehicles, etc.] _{fre ewe bnove l.com}

I knew it.

The local gangs really have no manners!

You started it first!!

Allen Zhang sneered coldly, what drug trafficking group? Dare to cross the river then.

White Horse? I’ll make sure he won’t return!

Powerful strike!!

Piss me off, and I’ll get a visa, cross the river and level your whole base.

International law still needs to be obeyed, visas still need to be obtained, what happens after that is none of your business, it’s not on this side of the border, how could I harm the United States?

[Daily Intelligence: Dark Web assassin Zorro, bankrupted due to gambling after retirement, engaged in Russian roulette drinking games with Motorcycle Gang members last night at a bar, winning jewelry worth 500,000 US Dollars. His opponent tragically committed suicide by gunshot, and they have put a bounty on him; he killed his way through the local Motorcycle Gang while drunk, took three bullets, and is now unconscious, hiding in a Chevrolet with the license plate TEXAS-59-B2 on Julu Street.]

[Details: The jewelry he carries is a gold masquerade mask, worn by Elizabeth Taylor, studded with a hundred small Diamonds, once collected by a Mexican merchant tycoon.]

Damn. This place really is chaotic; it’s more outrageous than Little Rock! Are these people not shooting guns, then they are on the way to shoot them?

Elizabeth Taylor? Is that the Hollywood celebrity who lived through marriages from age 18 to 78, with seven former husbands and was labeled for diamond jewelry marketing?

Allen Zhang was somewhat surprised.

But he was no stranger to this; the diamond jewelry she had worn in her life is more than most people have seen, therefore reducing the overall collection value.

The value of diamonds depends on the place and rarity. Even a hundred-carat trash diamond is just like selling glass.

But being pursued by people all her life, she indeed had no equal.

However, this guy named Zorro, he’s quite interesting—a tough guy, huh? One man chasing down more than a dozen? Killing through an entire Motorcycle Gang?

Are you the Wu Song of the US-Mexico border? The more you drink, the stronger you get?