Chapter 134 Punk Girl
Zhang Ailun praised their efficiency again. The fifty thousand dollars was no different from picking it up for free, although the leader did rely on freeloading to make money every time.
He sent another message to Dominic, informing him of the details of the deal he had made with Cooper.
Dominic was somewhat interested in this because he really wanted to buy a bicycle, and if the price was right and he didn't have to pay tax, he would certainly be happy to go shopping.
Dominic: My friend is back too. Luckily she didn't miss the day to collect the relief money. When are you going to return to the camp? I'd like to introduce her to you.
Zhang Ailun: I went back home after dinner because I had a job to do in the evening.
Dominic: Ok.
Zhang Ailun got dressed, went downstairs, and found that Reina had already prepared dinner.
Seeing that he had already packed his clothes, Reina asked in confusion: "Aren't you staying here tonight?"
"I still have some things to deal with. It just so happens that Dominic's friend was released from prison today, so I want to go back and see him." Zhang Ailun said tactfully.
"Dominic's friend? That little girl?" Reina was a little surprised. "She's out of prison?"
"Yes, it seems that you know her. Do you know anything about her?" Zhang Ailun asked.
"She's a rather interesting girl." Reina commented tactfully, "She used to be a mental patient, and there's a doctor's certificate to that effect."
"……"what?
After hearing what she said, Zhang Ailun didn't ask any more questions.
Sitting at the table and looking at the dazzling array of dinners, Zhang Ailun didn't feel very hungry and teased, "Aren't you full yet? The sugar I take in from eating honey is enough."
I almost felt full after finishing that jar of honey.
Reina rolled her eyes, put the plate on the table, and snorted, "How can such a small amount of food fill my stomach? Are you planning to abandon me and go on a date with one of your lovers tonight?"
"How is this possible! What should I do to make you believe that I really have no energy left?" Zhang Ailun couldn't help but complain. Did he really think the leader was an iron man?
"Given your performance today, I'm still not very reassured." Reina put a hand on her shoulder, came closer, and said with a smile: "At least, let me be sure that you really have no fighting ability!"
No, you really don't want me to leave the shelter alive!
Don't come over.
After another half an hour, the chief leader really didn't have a drop left.
It took Zhang Ailun a long time to regain some strength. He quickly finished his dinner, said hello to Reina who was rinsing her mouth and washing her face, then left the shelter and walked back to the base camp in the bridge tunnel.
As soon as he returned to the camp, he saw his friends gathering together, lighting a bonfire, and playing music. Zhang Ailun walked over curiously and saw that in addition to the familiar faces in the crowd, there was also a girl who was playing the guitar, singing and dancing.
The other person has healthy wheat-colored skin, smoky makeup, a tall and hot figure, and is about meters tall.
She wore half-finger sleeves on her hands, a metal chain around her neck, a black sleeveless tank top, a loose red and white plaid skirt, a unique riveted leather jacket, black fishnet stockings, and Martin boots.
Her hair was in wavy curls, dyed a bright burgundy only on the edges and bangs, and she had a lip piercing, earrings, and tattoos on her arms and thighs.
What a punk street chick.
But he doesn't look like a patient.
Her eyes were still light gray. After seeing Zhang Ailun, she grinned and made a Spider-Man gesture.
Zhang Allen's mouth twitched.
It turned out to be the case.
"Hey! Alan! Come here! Let me introduce you to my good friend, Jesse." Dominic noticed Zhang Alan and waved happily to call him over.
Zhang Ailun walked over and pulled a stool to sit down. Looking at the punk girl who was playing and singing, he asked, "Is she the girl you were talking about? Your friend? What does that gesture mean? The failed man?"
"Well, that's just how she is. Don't mind it. She's just straightforward and her way of expressing herself is a little different from normal people. She's actually not a bad person. You'll know once you get along with her."
I understand, she's a rather crazy girl.
Just look at David and Gate next door and you will know. The little girl’s eyes are full of stars of admiration. She is about to be led astray. Do teenagers on the West Coast like this kind of crazy literature?
Zhang Ailun did not ask any more questions, but just quietly listened to the music the girl played and sang. The arrangement and language were unfamiliar to him.
After the song was over, the girl Jessie reached out and high-fived the people around her. She trotted around, and everyone cooperated with her.
The other party came up to Zhang Ailun. Just as Zhang Ailun was about to reach out to high-five her, she suddenly withdrew her hand, pointed at him and said, "Dude, although this is the first time we meet, I have heard of your story! I have to say that what you did is really cool!"
"Thank you for the compliment." Zhang Ailun also replied: "You sang well, but it seems not in English?"
"Hahaha, man, what the hell are you talking about? You might as well say I have a nine-inch dick instead of saying I sing well."
"..."
You are really bad at speaking.
He watched him run to Little Lori, put his hand on his shoulder, and stretched out his hand, "Hey, bro, shouldn't you give a loving encouragement to the most passionate rising star in the entire camp?"
"I just want to slap you against the wall so that you can't get it off!"
Xiao Luoli was expressionless and said angrily, "If you come outside my house again at night and sing something like Sunshine, Rainbow, Little White Horse, I promise I will do this!"
What? Sunshine, rainbow, and little white horse? Is this something a human can do? Zhang Ailun was stunned.
You might as well point at Lao Hei's nose and say that he is good at picking cotton, eating watermelon and eating fried chicken.
"Ok." The girl smiled and left tactfully.
"I really can't understand why she wasn't beaten to death." Zhang Ailun saw that she was flirting with Jason, the son of the Lone Star Republic, and Fitz, a cotton picking craftsman who had been the only one in his family for three generations.
He kept calling them farmer and black girl, trying to sow discord. Jason blushed on the spot.
"She rarely behaves like this in front of us. Maybe she really has suffered from intermittent bipolar disorder after being locked up in there for a few days? Has her condition worsened?"
Dominic explained: "People who have just come out of it are basically emotionally unstable."
"She's also racist," Jennifer said.
"She discriminates against Asians?" Zhang Ailun hesitated.
“She discriminates against living people,” Dominic added.
"..."
Dominic immediately comforted her: "But you should not be within the scope of her discrimination."
"So, why?" Zhang Ailun couldn't understand it. Am I not a living person?
"Because she thinks the limit for normal humans should be 20 centimeters or less. Those larger than this are non-human. But she also wants to have a nine-inch one to prove that she is not human. It's so cool!" Jennifer tried hard to hold back her laughter.
"Then I really have to thank her." The corner of Zhang Ailun's mouth twitched. What West Coast Jinx? How dare I imagine this scene?
He looked at Dominic again and said unhappily, "What are you laughing at? Dominic, you two have such a good relationship. In fact, you are the one who is unlikely to be discriminated against by her except me, right?"
Dominic heard the hidden meaning and said unconvincedly: "Hey! I'm a man too!!"
Zhang Ailun smiled wryly and pinched his thigh, "Look, your thigh is not even as thick as my arm, you should just be a quiet beautiful boy."
Dominic sat there with a sullen face.
Jessie, who was standing next to him, ran over again and put her arm around his shoulder. "Hey, sister, what's wrong? Did anyone offend you? If you have any problem, you can tell me! I'll help you level it."
Dominic was speechless, "Thank you, I feel much better now." "Hahahaha."
Zhang Ailun was in a good mood.
"Man, your laugh is so funny, like a wolverine in heat. Awooo!" The girl laughed and then imitated the woooing sound a few times.
"..."
Laugh, why aren't you laughing anymore?
This crazy punk girl is really interesting.
Zhang Ailun couldn't help but start grinding his teeth.
Soon Sig drove back, got out of the car, said hello to the people present, and handed the gold wrapped in plastic film to Zhang Ailun.
Zhang Ailun checked the golden beans, then collected them and hid them in the RV. He would sell them after all the refining was completed.
"Sieg, it's a good thing you're back. Let's go out and do something else." Zhang Ailun took the car keys and went straight to the pickup truck.
"It's so late now, and the streets are full of street gangs. Is there anything else you need to do outside? It's not safe outside, is it?" Sig asked puzzledly.
"If they meet me on the street, they will be the ones in danger!"
Zhang Ailun said seriously: "You have a gun, so what are you afraid of? Those little Karamis can only scare people at most, and they dare not really shoot. Besides, we will not take the initiative to cause trouble. If we can't afford to provoke the gang boss, can't we just avoid him?"
"Who said I'm afraid?" Sig said with a straight face, "I fought under hail of bullets on the battlefield and beat the enemy into fleeing in panic. How could I be afraid of those black men hanging around on the streets?"
"Are you okay?" Zhang Ailun wondered why this guy was so stubborn today.
This is not the time for you to be hit on the head with a wine bottle.
Jesse, who was standing next to him, ran over and said with admiration, "Hey! Are you a soldier?"
Sig lowered his voice. "Yes, that's right. I'm a soldier, girl, are you new here?"
"..."
Zhang Allen looked at Sig, who suddenly became pretentious, and immediately realized that this guy had feelings for Jessie. He liked this type of punk hottie?
She gave him a sympathetic look, and you had no idea what she would say next.
"So do you have a boyfriend?" Jesse asked.
"I haven't found a girl yet...???" Sig's face was full of question marks, "Excuse me, what did you say?"
"Have you ever been teased by anyone? You look pretty strong, and there are many people in the army who like your type."
“……” Damn, you’re crazy!
All the Sigs were numb.
He walked over to the car with great resentment, slammed the door, sat in the driver's seat, and thought for a long time but couldn't figure out why.
I couldn't understand it. "What's wrong with this girl?"
Zhang Ailun leaned against the chair, chewing gum leisurely, "Calm down, she just got out of prison, her mental state is still a little excited, that's it. You have to understand her."
"Why don't you understand her! She insulted me! I'm a real man!" Sig cursed.
"She also said that my laugh sounded like a wolverine in heat, but I didn't take it too seriously."
Zhang Alan smiled wryly, threw the car keys to him, and urged, "Drive! Go to the Cajun Bridge on Neville Street."
"What are you doing there?"
"Go find Quesanti's mysterious shop and do some business."
"Quisanti? Why is he another black man?" Sig felt confused, but still started the car.
Zhang Ailun also took out his phone and explained the job to him, "There is a silver-gray Chevrolet van that sells a batch of human organs at night. Dr. Han, who does medical beauty projects, will use this van to buy some things. The cheapest things carried in that van are probably enough for us to pick up jars for a year."
"Is this a small business? We should notify Officer MiG about this!" Sig was shocked when he heard this, "Organ trafficking is a serious crime!!"
"What you said is all old news. Nowadays, those who are caught and sentenced are basically scapegoats. There is a lot of water here. Maybe even congressmen, celebrities and wealthy people are involved." Zhang Ailun said, "You can consult Officer Mig first and see how he will answer you."
Coincidentally, they came to a traffic light intersection, so Sig stopped the car and sent a message to Officer Mig.
I quickly received a reply from the other party.
Miguel: The license plate number of that van is in the name of a charity organization in the city center. It has legal documents and its skin bank business is approved by the government. I am not qualified to ask about more inside information, so I suggest you don't get involved in this matter.
Sig took a deep breath. "Since when did legal business have to be done secretly in a van on the street in the early hours of the night?"
"You've never encountered this kind of thing when you were in the army? Or some escort mission?" Zhang Ailun was a little curious.
"How is that possible! The most common task assigned to the military is smuggling arms."
Sig coughed lightly after he finished speaking. "I can't go into details. You just need to know that a Stinger missile or a box of ammunition is worth much more than an organ. In the army, a bag of screws is worth as much as a kidney."
"So you just don't care about this little profit." Zhang Ailun nodded.
The United States spends nearly $9000 billion on its military each year, but the actual military deployment is probably less than one-third of it. This is a forbidden zone that outsiders cannot touch. Every time an investigator is sent there, the plane explodes halfway through the flight.
What a coincidence. Death is coming!
Either they died of a sudden heart attack on the way, or they were gone just as they took off.
When the red light turned green, Sig asked, "Are we still going? Mig said we can't do this kind of thing."
"He is a member of the system, so some things are hard to say. We are outside the system, so there is no need to abide by any rules or be afraid of those wolves and tigers."
Zhang Ailun said, "I just want to consult Dr. Han about how much it will cost to replace a part, but I don't want to provoke the black driver. Who knows if he has a Victor or M4 rifle in his car, or some C4 explosives, which will make it easier to clean up the traces."
"Ok." Sig started the car, stepped on the accelerator and drove off the street.
Soon they arrived at their destination. Sig parked the car on the side of the road, turned off the engine, and disappeared into the darkness.
Zhang Ailun glanced at the time. There was still some time before midnight, so he simply laid his chair flat, said hello to Sig and told him not to forget to wake him up, then put on sunglasses, lay on his back and began to take a nap.
About half an hour passed in a daze, and then a van drove up from the street and stopped on the side of the road at the Cagin Bridge.
Sig, who was on the lookout, noticed its arrival and immediately woke up Zhang Ailun, who was resting with his eyes closed, and asked, "Is it that van?"
Zhang Allen put the seat back and took a look at the license plate number. LS-96N-12, the paint was silver-gray, and the logo was also Chevrolet's EXPRESS model.
“That’s the car.”
Zhang Ailun was not in a hurry to get out of the car. Who knew if the car was carrying any heavy firepower weapons? Their target was not Lao Hei in the car, so there was no need to take the risk and get himself into trouble.
He chewed a piece of mint gum to refresh himself, kept a close eye on the situation, and Sig and he continued to sit in the car and wait for a while.
A few minutes later, a figure wearing a mask and a black wide-brimmed hat appeared on the street, looking sneaky.
He looked around and came to the car and knocked on the window. The person in the Chevrolet did not get out of the car, but just lowered the passenger window and stretched out a hand from the dark window. Seeing this, Dr. Han immediately handed over the oil paper bag in his hand.
(End of this chapter)
