America: Starting with Daily Intelligence
Chapter 482 - 239 Genius Ah_3

Chapter 482: Chapter 239 Genius Ah_3

The younger brother replied, "Boss, our spot has been raided! A drunk lunatic, attacking anyone he sees! We couldn’t hold them off!"

"What!? WTF!! What about the goods?" Bolo was driven mad with rage.

"Goods? The goods are in your grandpa’s hands. You’ll never get them! Idiot!" Several gunshots rang out from the other end of the phone, along with unfamiliar curses.

Bolo trembled with fury, "Fxxk! Who the hell are you? Have the guts to say your name!"

"It’s your daddy." Zorro said and then shattered the phone with a gunshot.

Bolo listened to the busy tone, his face ashen.

"No matter what you say now, we can’t let you live!" The bearded man also cursed Bolo outright.

"Fxxk! I’m not a pushover."

But now, even a cornered rabbit will bite; Bolo, too, was driven mad, and without another word, drew his gun and fired PAP PAP PAP at the other party. The bearded man’s eyes widened in disbelief as he fell to the ground.

The Mexicans nearby were startled and immediately drew their guns, and both groups started shooting at each other in the hall.

Old Jack felt that there were fewer and fewer people at the door, not running out but squeezing in, they were fighting each other in the street.

It was quite puzzling too.

"What’s going on? A mutiny? I was about to hit them with a rocket!"

"They’re biting each other, find a chance to leave. Someone will take the fall." Allen Zhang said.

"That’s it?" Old Jack regretfully put down the RPG on his shoulder. A woo-woo sound came from above, Boketu flew a helicopter right over them, lowering a ladder.

The Beggar Gang Disciples packed up their gear and climbed straight up the ladder, while Old Jack went downstairs, got into the Chevrolet Hanlanda parked at the roadside, and drove off in a cloud of dust.

After cutting off communication, Allen Zhang and the others waited at the airport for a while, and about ten minutes later, they saw Old Jack arrive at the airport. The Hanlanda was returned to the rental agency as it was.

They boarded the plane, ready for takeoff.

"Wait a bit more."

Allen Zhang checked the time and patiently waited.

A few minutes later, they saw a battered Chevrolet barreling into the public airport, the body full of holes, the tires were trashed, sparks flying everywhere.

"Start the engines. Take it slow." Allen Zhang nodded.

Old Jack immediately drove the Cirrus SF50 Vision Jet sluggishly onto the runway. Allen Zhang opened the cabin door, ready to help the others board the plane.

The Chevrolet pulled up right next to the plane and kept pace; Bolo opened the car door, leaped up, grabbed hold of the cabin door, and forced his way in.

The driverless Chevrolet swerved and came to a stop at the side of the runway.

Seeing this scene, the staff immediately came out cursing and condemning the unethical behavior.

"The car is yours now!" Zorro shouted.

The staff’s attitude changed in a flash, they waved cheerfully, "Oh, sir, have a safe trip."

The jet sped up and lifted its nose off the ground.

Seriously, are you showing off your driving skills here!?

"Nice driving."

Allen Zhang uttered his admiration.

"I damn near died, burp." Zorro belched out alcohol.

"What about the goods?" Allen Zhang asked.

"Those people wouldn’t stop chasing me, so I just threw them into the river." Zorro replied irritably, "They’re probably still fishing them out of the river now."

"Good." Allen Zhang nodded and didn’t concern himself further.

Zorro breathed a sigh of relief, slumped into the seat, and fell into a deep sleep.

"A talent indeed." Old Jack also exclaimed.