"How did you get to know those Black clients? Did they order sports equipnt online?" Allen Zhang asked while they were waiting.
"No. The consignnt was just private goods I found soone to handle. I actually never opened it to see what’s inside. They contacted us online, knowing we often use air transport and were willing to pay us a handso sum for the transportation."
Shadi said, "I hired you guys for an extra layer of security. After all, you have CCW licenses, can legally carry guns, and have heavy firepower."
So that was it.
Allen Zhang understood the situation and got Jason ready, though this ti there was no bullet-proof car to ride.
Soon, several pickup trucks arrived at the small town airport and stopped outside. A few young people with multicolored hair got out. The lead vehicle was a glitzy, heavily modified Bentley.
It reeked of nouveau riche, nothing like the low-key luxury vibe of a prestigious guest’s car.
The leader stepped out of the car, wearing a cowboy hat and sunglasses, tall and thin. He took a quick look at the people at the airport and recognized the only Asian.
He greeted cheerily, "Hey! Mr. Jin? I’m Jimmy, friend of Jason!"
"Hello, Jimmy, I’m Juan Jin. Sorry to trouble you with such a small matter," Allen Zhang walked over and greeted him with a smile.
"It’s all good, buddy, no big deal! I’ve got to make sure the tasks Jason entrusts to look good. I heard you guys deal with arms in Los Angeles? Could you get a few rocket launchers? You know, so heavy firepower?" Jimmy joked.
"Don’t you have guns with you?" Allen Zhang asked back, puzzled.
"Buddy, of course we brought guns. Although in Texas, everyone can legally carry weapons, and you can go ard on the streets without an LTC license for self-defense, you can’t just draw your weapon and shoot people because others have guns too, and you don’t want to provoke them. The line for self-defense is very blurry, and it could easily turn into intentional killing. What I an is, the streets here are pretty chaotic, gunshots everywhere at night. I actually want to buy a bullet-proof vest to protect myself. Do you have any connections for that?"
Jimmy enviously looked at Allen Zhang’s full gear and touched the bullet-proof vest. The ceramic plates inside were at least three layers thick – definitely Level III armor!
How many kilos does that weigh? And yet he looks like he doesn’t feel the burden at all, really strong!
With this gear, even if soone fired a handgun point-blank, they couldn’t touch him, while he could just fire back and take them out! The ard firepower was not on the sa level.
"As long as you help successfully complete this job, I can certainly consider providing you with a set of security equipnt."
Allen Zhang spoke flawlessly, "But I won’t deliver it; you’ll have to find soone to pick it up in Los Angeles."
"Aren’t you delivering right now? Dealing with Black people, so sports equipnt. Buddy, you don’t know what’s inside?" Jimmy grinned.
"I really don’t know. After all, my job is only to escort and protect the employer." Allen Zhang kept his expression unchanged. What does this have to do with ? If there’s a problem, go find Shadi and the Razer Biker Gang – I’m just an outsourced security personnel.
"OK. Then can I hire your partner to help deliver?" Hey, beautiful, hello! My na is Jimmy, what’s yours?" Jimmy cheerfully greeted Shadi.
"Hello, Jimmy, I’m Shadi, the boss of Razer Art Company. If you want to hire us for air transport, just place an order online, we charge by distance and weight, talk about the price, all good."
Shadi shook his hand and then looked at Allen Zhang, "When can we leave?"
"Right now!" Jimmy quickly replied.
Then he yelled at the subordinates who were busy with their phones, filming the private plane and enjoying the scene: "Hey! You guys co over here and help with the cargo. What are you doing? So clueless, how are we supposed to get rich like this?"
The young people with the colorful hair hastily put away their phones and went to help with the cargo.
Jimmy then turned back and switched his deanor at lightning speed, cheerfully inviting Allen Zhang and the others to get in the car, "Two bosses, co with !"
"Jimmy, what do you mainly do around here, aside from selling sorghum seeds?"
Allen Zhang and Shadi were sitting in the back seat of the Bentley. The interior felt quite nice, though it also seed a bit old, likely around the 2008 model.
But this was also his first ti in a Bentley, so he asked.
"Didn’t Jason tell you?" Jimmy was a bit surprised.
"No," Allen Zhang shook his head.
"As you see. Apart from handling sorghum seed sales, we also offer car rental services. We opened a small car rental business. This Bentley was... acquired by our people from outsiders!"
Jimmy almost spilled the beans and quickly added, "We only do legal businesses, profits aren’t high, scale isn’t big, can’t compare to you guys. Business has been declining over the past few years, and we often get hassled by so random people, almost went bankrupt, but thanks to Jason giving a hand, letting cooperate with him on sorghum seeds. I must say, making a fortune without cost, that’s a genius idea!"
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