America: Starting with Daily Intelligence
Chapter 480 - 239: What a Talent!

Chapter 480: Chapter 239: What a Talent!

After sorting out some matters at hand, Allen Zhang dropped Zorro off at the crossroads and told him to deal with his private affairs before going to meet with Old Jack.

Arriving at the streets of Laredo, from a distance, he saw Old Jack and Blitz on the roadside. He parked and picked them up.

"Here’s 250,000 US dollars earned from selling virtual coins." Blitz handed over the paper currency containing the cash to the General Sect Leader.

Allen just glanced at it and gave it back to him, "Donate this money to the Hanberger Foundation as well. You can start buying stocks now."

"The current stock price is at $13.20, and it’s been fluctuating. There’s still a long time before the market closes."

The trading hours for US stocks were from Monday to Friday, pre-market trading from 4:00 AM to 9:30 AM, regular trading from 9:30 AM to 4:00 PM, and after-hours trading from 4:00 PM to 8:00 PM. Even after the market closes, transactions could still be made during after-hours.

Large funds would probably enter the market during the pre-market hours in the early morning and surge directly at the opening bell.

Blitz was working on the computer and had also mobilized the botnets he controlled, buying stocks from across the ocean.

"Where’s the jewelry worth half a million?" asked Old Jack.

"Here." Allen casually tossed the gold mask to Old Jack.

"Wow, look at it, it’s truly beautiful." Old Jack loved it and put on the Diamond Gold Mask, which could only be described as outrageously ugly.

"How do you plan to handle it?" asked Old Jack. "What about that killer named Zorro?"

"He’s gone to the local gangs to get a loan and is also planning to make some money in the stock market. As for this thing, we can look for a buyer online after we return to Los Angeles. I’m not worried about finding a buyer; I could first try to sell it to George at George Pawnshop."

"Well, that kid is really lucky. He’s going to make a fortune just by running into you." Old Jack chuckled.

Indeed, following the General Sect Leader meant never seeing a loss. Life was only getting better.

Allen took them around Laredo, made some deposits at the bank, and also made it a point to visit the Rainbow Restaurant to get familiar with the local geography.

After dark, they met up with Beggar Gang Disciples in an American-style restaurant and booked a private room.

Boketu and the others were in high spirits and cheerfully said, "Today, we caught seven or eight people in total and sent them all to the police station. Each one was worth ten thousand dollars, and we earned a total of 80,000 dollars!"

"The illegal immigrants will either be deported back to Mexico or rot in prison, and if no one pays to bail them out, it’s unlikely they’ll ever be free again," said one of the Beggar Gang Disciples.

Allen took the 80,000 dollars, skimming off 32,000 dollars for himself, and said contentedly, "Let’s eat first. We have other things to do after dinner."

They called over the waiter to order some signature dishes, and the Beggar Gang Disciples immediately began their feast.

While eating, Allen also informed them about making money from the stock market and organized a clean-up operation targeting the White Horse Group.

Upon hearing this, they promptly chose to buy that stock at the exchange. Their funds were only in the tens of thousands of dollars, too little to make a splash in the market.

As for the White Horse Group, they could never imagine that the General Sect Leader would strike first and leave them no room for retaliation!

After a satisfying meal and paying for the dinner with a tip, which cost the General Sect Leader a total of 300 dollars – the highest he had ever spent on a meal.

After leaving, Allen contacted the professional, Zorro, who quickly answered the call.

"Have you finished your business? We have another operation tonight, and after that, we’ll leave Laredo. It’s about to become unrestful here," said Allen.

"This place has never been peaceful. How much worse could it get?" Zorro was perplexed. "What do you plan to do?"

Allen sent him the coordinates, "Come here and gather. I have a task that suits you."

"Okay."

After hanging up, Allen instructed Boketu to take some men to pilot the helicopter, ready for backup.

"From morning till now, Bolo’s boys haven’t left the two streets around the high-rise helipad," said Blitz.

"Don’t worry about him. I’ll have someone take care of it," Allen smiled.

Soon, Zorro arrived at the street in a Chevrolet and met them. Seeing the fully armed group beside him, he was taken aback, "What exactly are you guys planning?"

"Are you the Death Shooter, Zorro?" Old Jack sized him up, not seeing anything remarkable.

Zorro could tell at once that he was no ordinary person, "Just call me little Zorro."

Allen returned his tools of the trade to him and showed him several photos, "Help me deal with these guys. Our armed helicopter is right there. After this, we’re even."

"Are you sure? Wait, you also have an armed helicopter?" Zorro was a bit stunned.

The next second his demeanor changed at lightning speed, "Sir, boss! You saved my life, and I’m not ungrateful, it’s my duty to repay you, no need to talk about being even! I’ll work for you from now on!"

A wise man adapts to circumstances.

"..."

Allen said displeased, "I have no intention of keeping a thorn by my side, and you can see that I’m not short of manpower; these are all professional ex-soldiers."

"But I am a professional killer," Zorro tried to prove his value.

"Then prove it to me, go settle those little Karamis. There’s also a Mexican restaurant, it has a batch of goods, you can choose to destroy it or take it away and deal with it. Later, come to the airstrip at the junction of the rural city, I’ll be waiting for you there." Allen patted his shoulder.