America: Starting with Daily Intelligence
Chapter 469 - 235: The White Horse? He Shall Come and Never Return! _2

Chapter 469: Chapter 235: The White Horse? He Shall Come and Never Return! _2

Let’s see what’s up.

After putting away his phone, Allen Zhang left the motel room, went downstairs, and saw Old Jack and Beggar Gang Disciples, who were already up, having breakfast.

"You guys woke up pretty early. Who bought breakfast? Why didn’t anyone call me to eat?"

Eating alone, huh? Doing it behind the General Sect Leader’s back? How disgraceful!

"These breakfasts were sent over by Bolo and his people, buttering us up for sure because they definitely have something they want us to do! They might even bring someone over later. You were so tired yesterday, we thought you might want to sleep in a bit." Old Jack complained verbally but enjoyed the food deliciously, as food is innocent after all.

"They also brought over that final payment of One Hundred Thousand Dollars, it’s right here." Old Jack pointed to a box next to him, "It’s been counted already, not a cent missing."

Allen Zhang opened it to look, saw the full stack of paper currency, nodded, and took it.

"What’s up, didn’t sleep well?" Allen Zhang saw Old Jack with his panda eyes, looking somewhat listless, and joked with a laugh, before going over to grab a chicken roll from the table to fill his stomach.

"Buddy, what were you doing last night, don’t you remember? You young folks are full of energy, I get it, I’ve been there too, but weren’t you a bit too much?"

Old Jack was somewhat doubting life, couldn’t figure out how the General Sect Leader could be so fierce.

Did you seriously not take any drugs?

Taking on two people by yourself, and the fight lasted so long; after one round, I thought you’d go to sleep but no, you went straight into a second fiery round, earth-shattering, non-stop.

Made him, staying next door, toss and turn in bed unable to sleep, even made him want to order some fast food.

But during the day he had already been squeezed dry by Mrs. Abby, and had to face his wife’s nagging when he got home, feeling powerless despite willing.

Old Jack sighed.

Damn, you’re not human!

Can’t you share some energy with me?

Allen Zhang: Why not just hand over the people you can’t handle to me?

Of course, General Sect Leader would definitely not be that inhuman.

"Boss, when are we leaving?" Boketu asked.

"No rush, we rarely come this far, might as well stay another day and enjoy the landscape and culture here, right?" Allen Zhang smiled.

"What’s there to enjoy in this crappy place?" Old Jack complained: "Everywhere are transactions of gray industries, Red light districts, streetwalkers, underground casinos, bathhouses, massage parlors, walking on the street needing to watch out for backfire, bullets whizzing past your head. Survival here is much harder than in Los Angeles!"

Indeed, as the General Sect Leader already witnessed yesterday the beautiful scenery and the law enforcement strength.

Those ’NPCs’ have rough days here. Aside from white people who barely have any security, even white people need to be careful.

If your ancestors weren’t farm owners or cowboys, descendants of outlaws, Texans, it’s not advised to live here.

After all, Texas’s mandatory control is loose anyway, allowing carrying guns on the streets, plus being a border city on the US-Mexico border, you can imagine the security issues.

Might well find that your neighbor is a drug dealer, mortal enemies coming to seek revenge, accidentally getting the wrong address, entering and without a word bang bang bang, you are dead, who can you blame then?

Though Florida has many talents, at least it’s a developed urban area, somewhat less extreme than here. There, you only deal with more crazies, here, it’s literally life-threatening!

"In the Port District last night, there seemed to be a smuggling incident, people who came from the opposite coast by boat attacked several officers and ran into the city, now they are being posted for capture, many Bounty Hunters have taken up this task, even local gang leaders are very interested."

Blitz said: "When I got up, I saw Bolo’s people driving outside to look for someone, after all, each person is ten thousand dollars! The officers being attacked upset some people in the police force, touching their bottom line."

"These local police stations, indeed are richer than the Los Angeles police department."

Allen Zhang clicked his tongue: "They must have been collecting a lot from bail and protection money."

Even if it’s gangs and local snakes, facing corrupt cops extorting money, they can’t do anything. Just like a mouse facing a cat, unless you don’t want to mix in Laredo anymore.

You normally sell powder, sell leaves, I couldn’t care less, but not giving me some tribute money when you see me, how can I tolerate you?

See that Auditor over there? Heard he’s sent from above to trouble us, you, go handle him!

Make it look like an accidental death, you won’t have to pay protection money next month.

A rat’s nest, who can stand this?

Here, the law enforcement has so wide powers, it’s almost like dealing with the army’s trade size, just that one only sells arms, the highest bidder wins. The other dares to sell and take anything.

"Next street’s motel caught fire." Beggar Gang Disciples said: "I saw it clearly during my shift early this morning, it was done by the Biker Gang, when the fire trucks arrived, the fire had already spread a lot, but it seemed only a few people got injured, put out the fire, and it was like nothing happened."

Allen Zhang searched a bit, bits and pieces, virtually no trace. Also lamented: "Such news, doesn’t even have publishing value here?"