America: Starting with Daily Intelligence
Chapter 471 - 236: Assassin Zorro

Chapter 471: Chapter 236: Assassin Zorro

Leaving the Motel, driving the rented clunker Highlander, he circled around the downtown area.

Old Jack mulled over Bolo acting as the middleman, saying someone invited them to a meal to discuss an arms deal.

"It’s definitely a trap!"

Old Jack, an old hand, couldn’t be fooled; if the other side puckered up, he knew there was no good coming.

"Of course it’s a trap! Mexican drug traffickers are cunning, vicious, and ruthless bastards. They’ve got their eyes on our gear, probably planning to force a deal. But no matter, we’ll just strike first when the time comes!"

Allen Zhang also planned to betray and wipe them out. Attend a banquet? He had no intention of doing that at all.

Just lift the sniper rifle and from eight hundred meters away blow off their heads! Then make a cool exit.

Blitz had also found out that the Rainbow Restaurant was indeed managed by Mr. Bangkok from White Horse Group, serving as their drug trafficking and smuggling hub.

Allen Zhang handed the cold wallet to Blitz, telling him and Old Jack to get off halfway to sell Virtual Coin through local connections and change it into cash.

He alone drove towards Jielu Street, and as soon as he arrived, he saw a group of people conducting a leaf transaction.

Completely unhidden from public view.

Allen Zhang didn’t bother with them, continuing to drive through the alleys, quickly finding a Chevrolet with the license plate TEXAS-59-B2, the rear of the car bearing bullet holes, but no one really cared. A car in such condition parked on the roadside could still be considered a premium vehicle.

He parked the Highlander on the roadside, put on gloves, smashed the already battered window with a punch, and sure enough, he saw someone sprawled over the driver’s seat.

Bearded and unkempt, wearing a blue plaid shirt, the white undershirt beneath already stained red with blood, a COP tiny steel cannon pistol in hand, he felt for the carotid, the person still had a breath in him. Pale-faced.

Looking like more breath was leaving than coming in, but fortunately not struck in a vital area, it seemed he could still be saved.

He scavenged all the weapons from the person, ankle holster, shoes, lower back, discovering a tactical knife, a CPU pistol, a sawed-off shotgun, six shotgun shells, a box of unknown capsules, a syringe, and a Diamond Gold Mask packed in a bag beside him.

Quite a few items. Given the person’s identity as a retired hitman, these tools were probably all used for committing crimes.

The General Sect Leader considered for a moment, decided to lift the person onto the back seat of the Highlander, pulled out bandages, and tied up his hands and feet, then took a photo and sent it to Blitz and Old Jack.

Old Jack: How come you just left and already killed someone? Find a place to bury him quickly! Don’t let the cops see, otherwise we’ll have to pay a huge bail! You can also tie him to a stone and throw him into the river in the port district.

Allen Zhang: It wasn’t me who did it, I found him in a car on the roadside, he had already lost a lot of blood and was unconscious, this guy seems to be a hitman, I found some tools for committing crimes on him, there was a shooting here yesterday, it’s said he offended the Motorcycle Gang, took out over a dozen armed thugs alone, and only got slightly wounded himself. Discover the next chapter on

Old Jack: He’s all covered in blood and you call that a slight wound? Just a fatal wound? But I suggest you don’t get involved in this, just dump him back to wait for death.

Allen Zhang: I also found a Diamond Gold Mask on him. Worth at least 500,000 US Dollars!

Old Jack: There’s such a good deal? Then why aren’t you hurrying up to finish him off? Where are you? Need my help?

Allen Zhang: Look at you, impatient again. Can you be a bit more compassionate? I think he’s got some skills, it would be a pity if he dies. Wouldn’t it be better to let him work off his debt in return for some medical expenses using this mask?

Old Jack: If I were compassionate, I would have been the one dead during the CIA betrayal. This guy indeed has skills, taking down over a dozen people by himself, but you better not expect these guys from Laredo to be grateful! They’re all selfish bastards who only care about money!

Allen Zhang: Aren’t you also one of those bastards? I’m willing to give you a chance, naturally I’m willing to give others a chance too. If he wakes up and bares his teeth at his savior, I guarantee I’ll empty the magazine and blow his head to bits! The toy in my hand is not for show.

Old Jack: Heh, heh. As long as you’re clear-headed about it. Good luck, bastard!

Your whole family is bastards.

Such a nice person, the General Sect Leader.

All day long, without formality.

Allen Zhang immediately consulted with Blitz to find a nearby underground clinic that could treat gunshot wounds.

Blitz: In the alley two streets away from your location, there’s an underground clinic. On the surface, it’s a clothing discount store.

Allen Zhang got into the car, searched for a nearby clinic and drove towards that location.

Zorro woke up halfway, glanced at the stranger in the driver’s seat, his expression changed slightly, instinctively trying to get up and break free, but looking down found himself tied up tightly.

Allen Zhang glanced at him through the rear-view mirror, his tone casual, "Awake? I thought you were about to kick the bucket."

Zorro said in a deep voice, "Are you a member of the Motorcycle Gang?"

"No, I’m just a tourist here, and I found you on the roadside. On your person, I found some messed-up IDs and your little toys. The reason I tied you up is simply to stop the bleeding." He spoke with earnest nonsense.