339: Chapter 191: Rich Brother Johnny_2 339: Chapter 191: Rich Brother Johnny_2 Imdiately after, a bearded man covered in blood ran down from the car, pulled out a gun, and fired at Harry with a pop, pop, pop.
Harry was still warm on his feet one second, and by the next, he was shot up like a sieve.
“Fuck!!” Allen Zhang was outright stunned.
Who is this fierce?
To commit a shooting in broad daylight in the city?
He quickly recognized that the guy was one of the fugitive criminals that Blitz had ntioned before, also part of the Buick car team that had been following them.
“Boss, that guy has gone mad!
Killing people in the street!
Could it be that his task wasn’t to stop the docunts from getting to our employer, but to kill the employer?” Sieg was also shocked by the spectacle.
Allen Zhang pondered: “What’s the difference between killing our employer and preventing us from handing over the docunts to the employer?
If you can’t solve the problem, then resolve the problem itself and the person who caused it!”
He exclaid: “The West Coast really is brimming with talent, how did I not expect them to pull sothing like this.”
True to the nature of fugitives, handling tasks for money—it’s all professional!
But how is he going to escape this alive?
Allen Zhang had no interest in that.
After all, their task was already completed, the money was in hand, and whatever happened afterward had nothing to do with them.
The employer had just given them a very high five-star rating, it’s just that the person was a bit too unlucky, dead right after the deal was done.
Allen Zhang imdiately urged Sieg to drive the car and leave this place of trouble.
After all, the other side was definitely going to be five-star wanted by the police, and most likely wouldn’t end up in jail.
After all, only those who are alive have the privilege of going to prison.
Sieg didn’t want to get involved in trouble either.
Driving away from Palm Valley, he pushed the gas pedal and left, heading towards Los Angeles.
When passing through the suburbs, he saw a repair shop by the roadside surrounded by people.
Police cars were parked on the side, banners were pulled up, and the ground was littered with bodies of Black people and whites.
Allen Zhang glanced at it, more or less understanding the cause and effect, most likely those guys were being extorted by Black, didn’t take it well, and things escalated into a fight.
Those Blacks were really out of luck, picking on a bunch of fugitives of all people.
In the end, all his buddies were dead, and he himself was wounded, feeling indignant, he simply drove madly into the city, blocked the employer at the door, and took the employer out!
Talent.
Without staying too long here, Sieg drove towards Los Angeles.
It took over an hour.
On the way through the suburbs, Allen Zhang didn’t forget about the rich guy Johnny that was ntioned in the intel and directed Sieg to take the 163 Freeway.
Arriving at the suburban road No.
163, they parked the car on the roadside.
Allen Zhang began to look for the other’s whereabouts based on the location, while also relieving himself with a pee.
“Hey!
Is anyone there?
Can you hear ?
Sobody co save !!”
A cry for help ca from the bushes below.
Allen Zhang walked over to take a look and imdiately laughed, “Buddy, what kind of performance art is this?”
A young man with dyed green hair, battered, bare-chested, was tied up and thrown here, not a single piece of clothing on him, his buttocks shining white with red palm prints, and there were traces of thorns from the bushes scratching him.
Seeing soone coming, rich guy Johnny started sobbing right away, crying miserably, “My God!
Finally, soone heard my cries for help!
Guys!
Please save !
I’m going to freeze to death!
I’ve been here all day.”
“How did you manage that?”
Allen Zhang took out a small knife and helped him untie the rope, teasing knowingly: “Buddy, you must have pissed soone off, right?”
Rich guy Johnny moved his stiff limbs, crouched there shivering, tearful and snotty, cursed uncontrollably: “Fxxk!
Just because yesterday I drank a bit more with friends, did so drugs, and raced on this road, I accidentally ticked off those biker gang guys.
They stopped my car and beat up.”
“Not only did they steal my car, they also took the chick I had in the car.
They stripped in front of so many people and dumped here.
I’m thirsty, tired, sleepy, and in pain, I almost died!” Johnny broke down crying, sobbing.
Who knows how he survived being tied up here for more than 12 hours?
“Buddy, the fact that they didn’t chop you up and bury you in the bushes, only stealing your car, playing with your chick, it shows they already gave you enough face.
You’re really lucky, running into us.”
Allen Zhang smiled and said, “Stop crying, what’s there to cry about such small things?
Aren’t you still alive?”
“What do you guys do?
Soldiers?
Or bodyguards from a security company?” Johnny wiped his tears, noticing for the first ti that Allen Zhang was wearing security gear.
Goggles, bullet-proof vest, tactical boots, and a Victor submachine gun on his body.
Handguns, hand grenades, smoke bombs, fully ard.
“We are from Ard Nation on West Street of Zone 5 in Los Angeles.
We were just escorting an arms deal to Palm Valley.
Having finished this business, we were about to head back to Los Angeles, stopped to pee on the way, then stumbled upon you!”
Allen Zhang said jokingly: “Buddy, I have to say, you’re too lucky!
Now that it’s getting dark, if you hadn’t run into us, you’d definitely be torn apart and eaten by the coyotes by nightfall!”
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