America: Starting with Daily Intelligence-Chapter 232 - 155: Home Delivery

But then that instantly changed with a chilling flip, Allen Zhang coldly said: "You fucking better not go appealing and causing me trouble, or I’ll definitely beat you to death! Let me tell you, I’ve got people both inside and outside the Los Angeles police department and the streets! What do you have to fight me with?" freёnovelkiss.com

"..." The boss of the wasps clenched his fists, swallowing the humiliation, and decided not to appeal!!

Allen Zhang does have a conscience, a man of his word. If he said he’d provide them with first aid, he did, casually throwing a couple of hemostatic bandages from his car to a few folks.

It was actually Sieg who got them when buying guns from a friend, and never got the chance to use them, but now turned out to be a windfall for these guys.

"The car’s gonna blow. Back off, don’t get yourself killed." Sniffing the smell of engine oil, Allen Zhang looked at the roaring flames engulfing a pickup truck, then turned, got into his off-road vehicle, started the engine, and drove away from the suburbs with a slam on the accelerator.

Leaving behind the old unfortunate guys at the Wasp Recycling Center, holding back tears, they couldn’t help but curse: "That’s so fucking dark!! Can they still go and extort and bully people like that?"

If anyone’s to blame, it’s them for messing with the wrong person. They had bullied plenty of people before, but this time they met their match.

With a loud boom, the pickup truck exploded again.

The wheels flew off to who knows where. Like trying to steal chicken but losing the rice, they’ve lost their wife and soldiers.

Allen Zhang returned to downtown exhilarated, headed for the Wasp Recycling Center, and upon arriving, spotted a locked iron fence with a garbage truck parked outside.

A white man in a gray work suit and suspenders was smoking. Seeing Allen Zhang parking by the roadside, he felt the vehicle looked somewhat familiar and quickly approached to stop him: "Hey! What are you doing?"

Allen Zhang walked over, without saying a word, swung a big uppercut, smacking the man so hard he became perplexed.

"What am I doing? Was it you, punk, who was driving the trash truck chasing after me just now?"

Allen Zhang looked at him displeased, went straight to the vehicle, rummaged around and found the keys, and tried to start the truck.

"Hey! What the hell are you doing!? You planning to steal our truck?" The man covered his swollen face, saw Allen Zhang starting the vehicle, and panicked instantly.

Allen Zhang pulled out the key, took out the charity donation slip, shoved it in his face, "Your boss has donated this truck and all the assets, it now belongs to the Green Word Shelter, got any problems with that? If you have a problem, take it up with your boss! Don’t get in my way! Otherwise, I have the right to accuse you of offending and assaulting the staff of a charity organization."

"This is impossible!!" The man was dumbfounded, glanced at the words on the slip, and said angrily: "This is definitely something you forced him to sign! Our boss is so stingy that even when it comes to drinking and whoring, he pinches every penny, he’s like the second coming of Grangtail! How could he possibly donate everything!"

"He didn’t donate your recycling center as well, so count your blessings." Allen Zhang scolded: "Move! Don’t interfere with my business!"

With the key in hand, he unlocked the big gate of the recycling center, barged into the room, found the safe, entered the password, and grabbed the $13,600.

He also took away the hoarded cans and dumped the trash bags in the garbage truck.

The man was freaking out, "Fxxk you! Touch our cans again! I’m gonna get serious with you! I’ll go to the mat with you!"

Hearing this, Allen Zhang dropped the trash bag, pulled out a pistol, and pressed it against his forehead.

He uppercutted him again and cursed loudly, "Come on! I’d like to see how you won’t be polite to me! And how you’re gonna go at it with me! You think you’re tough?"

The cold touch made him shudder, and the man instantly got compliant.

His eyes, clearer than they’ve ever been, regained rationality, he lifted his hands high, "I didn’t see anything, everything here is yours, sir, you can take them all..."

"Like I needed you to tell me? How pathetic you are, talk reason to you and you don’t listen, had to bring out the Truth!" Allen Zhang scolded irritably, kicked him again, "Go! Load all the cans on the truck."

The man let out a pained howl, clutching his thigh, glanced at it, and it was swelling up fast. Felt as if hammered on the leg.

"Okay! I’ll transport the stuff for you, just don’t hit me."

Limping and in a sorry state, he starts to act like a beast of burden.

Allen Zhang took out his phone and notified Sieg to come over and take over the vehicle.

Sieg: What good deed have you done?

Allen Zhang: A kind-hearted person has donated all his assets, and gifted us a garbage truck.

Sieg: You sure? You guess if I believe it. Did you really not press the gun against his head to threaten him? What kind of good person is so generous? Has his brain gone haywire?

Allen Zhang: What do you mean? Am I that kind of person? Now I have to say a few words to you! It’s your own problem that you’re psychologically dark and can’t stand the sight of good people, the world is still full of good people! You can’t let familiarity with the dark make you malicious and hurt others! When I get back, I’ll definitely have Rena make a banner of honor for him!

Sieg: Okay, my bad, I’m heading over now to take over the garbage truck...

Allen Zhang: How’s the thing with Jesse going?

Sieg: Bailey and the rest are following up. Don’t worry, nothing will happen on our turf.

Allen Zhang: Good, then hurry over.

He then sent a message to Rena to make a banner and mail it to the folks at the Wasp Recycling Center.