America: Starting with Daily Intelligence-Chapter 399 - 211 Recycling_2

Allen Zhang pulled up the map route, checked the nearby surveillance camera facilities, and saw nothing but small roads enveloped in darkness. He directed clearly, "Turn left at the next intersection. Drive onto Mugen Street, pass through Road 24, heading towards Kajin Bridge. Follow the railway facilities through the warehouse area, take a detour for twenty minutes and you can get back to the auto repair shop via a small alley."

Sieg received the navigation route and immediately focused on driving.

Allen Zhang saw that he was on the right track and simply locked the camera screen, also switching to another sub-channel of the conversation, the dialogue box popping up pitch black.

"Jason, put on your cameras and turn them on so I can see what you’re up to," Allen Zhang reminded.

Right after the General Sect Leader finished speaking, with a crackling sound, the screen quickly brightened, showing the synchronized footage.

"Boss, we’ve arrived at the outskirts, we’ll be at that storage warehouse soon."

Allen Zhang glanced over; Melvin was holding the camera scanning the surroundings. Aside from Jason who was driving, there were two other Beggar Gang Disciples. Their vehicle had turned into a bumpy path and after traveling some distance, they quickly arrived in front of a warehouse door.

Unexpectedly, a group of people was congregated here; several Caucasians with lock-picking tools were intently working on the warehouse door.

As they turned their heads to see the van arrive, the few men immediately became somewhat flustered.

"Boss, there are people here!" Jason and Melvin were also a bit surprised.

Allen Zhang glanced at the Biker Gang; the intelligence reports had already given a heads-up. He responded, "What’s the panic? Don’t you see they’re picking the lock? They must be peers! Just be more assertive than these shameless car thieves, and that’s it! They are definitely more panicked than you, and besides, they don’t know what you’re here for."

"Ok!"

With commands from the General Sect Leader, Jason eyed the guilt-ridden group and immediately rolled down the window to ask, "Hey! What are you doing?"

"Guys, is this your turf? If so, we’ll leave right away."

The Caucasian young man answered with feigned calmness, "We’re just a group touring around here, our car broke down, and we were looking to borrow some tools to fix it."

"This is indeed our turf; you’d better leave quickly," Jason urged.

"Ok." The Caucasians, suspicious and wary, got on their motorcycles and left.

Back on the main road, they felt a bit strange. The agitated Caucasian young man cursed at his companion, "Fxxk you, didn’t you say those people had already gone in? Why are there still people coming?"

"I don’t know why people came either."

Angrily scolded for no reason, the companion felt rather displeased.

He took out his phone and dialed a number, "Hey! Didn’t you tell me there was no one guarding this place? Those three cars valued at hundreds of thousands of US Dollars, the intel was from you too, are you playing us? What? You’re sure those people went in? Ok, I’ll check again."

After hanging up, he said to the Caucasian young man, puzzled, "Vulture says he saw those people in prison, not one less, all went inside, the best outcome is deportation, this warehouse is ownerless now, and it’s even less likely anyone will claim the cars inside. So, those people just now couldn’t have been the owners. They must be peers!"

"Fxxk! I knew those people came here with bad intentions. Since they are peers, there’s no need to be polite! We were here first!" The Caucasian young man suddenly felt emboldened and led his group back.

Jason and Melvin had just gotten out of the car, preparing to figure out how to open the warehouse door, when they turned around to find those people riding back on motorcycles.

The Caucasian young man, full of aggression, got off and took out a pistol, approaching them with curses, "What are you doing? Where do you guys hang out? Do you understand the rules? This business was ours first to spot!"

Jason laughed at their nerve.

With a stern face, he said, "I don’t understand a word you’re saying. Don’t mess with us, okay? This is our turf!"

"This is clearly Eagle Team’s turf, they’ve been arrested in the city after clashing with Black. Are you guys Mexicans?"

The Caucasian young man said unhappily, "Look around, buddy! We have six people, and you only have four. Since we’re all in the same line of work, to avoid conflicts and unnecessary trouble, we also want half of the three cars inside! Otherwise, I’ll call the cops! I’m from the Razer Biker Gang! Do you hear that?"

Jason, seeing their brazen attitude and feeling like directly drawing a gun and taking them out, was stopped by Allen Zhang upon hearing about the Razer Biker Gang.

"Ask that guy what his name is, if he really is from Razer, then we can handle this easily, I know their boss."

Jason, following the General Sect Leader’s instruction, was impressed by how wide Allen Zhang’s connections were, knowing all sorts of people. He immediately asked for the names of those individuals.

"I’m Pusen. What, you’ve heard of our Motorcycle Gang before?" the Caucasian young man asked suspiciously.

"Our boss knows your boss. Wait on the side for now."

Jason took out a submachine gun from his tactical vest, scornfully rebuked, "Move aside! Don’t get in the way! You wouldn’t want a taste of Victor’s charm!"

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