I didn’t expect the people from Motorcycle Gang to be so capable; it seems they have connections at high places, no wonder they can be so domineering in the suburbs.
"Interesting." Allen Zhang smiled.
But now all these dirty data and leverage have fallen into their hands.
Motorcycle Gang is making a gold coin move!
Blitz imdiately copied the data and sent it to those people.
In an instant, many people’s phones started ringing, receiving anonymous ssages.
Looking at it, many people turned pale.
Anonymous: Dear sales manager/DJ/host/police chief/investigator... You wouldn’t want your secrets to be exposed, right?
These people suddenly doubted their lives, hurriedly asking: Who are you? Why do you have these videos?
The hot-tempered Black slamd the table angrily, damaging the furniture!
After calming down, he felt even more frightened.
Anonymous: Don’t worry about who we are. You just need to know that I can expose these ssages on the biggest forum or dia anyti, ruin your reputation and make you end up in jail! We’ll co to you when we need help in the future, you’d better not refuse!
Anonymous: Don’t try to find soone to track our information! I’m only saying this once, or else tomorrow you’ll be arrested by officers and thrown into the sea to feed the sharks!
Verbally warned these people, making them stay in line, as if nothing happened.
The most uncomfortable must be the vice president of the Los Angeles Agent Association. When has an FBI elite mber ever been threatened and humiliated like this?
But after seeing the solid evidence, he chose to endure it. After all, the destructive power of this thing is too huge, once exposed, not only will he be dismissed and investigated, but also end up in jail.
What’s bound to co, must co, but he still has family, wife, and children to support; even if he wants to go all out, he doesn’t have the courage.
He could only curse those damned Motorcycle Gang mbers for ssing up, sothing must have gone wrong!
Vice President: I think we need to talk.
Anonymous: Not free now.
Vice President: ? When will you be free then?
Anonymous: When we have burned all the black people to ashes, and need you, we’ll talk. Stop your nonsense! Are you teaching how to handle things?
Vice President: ...
Alright, are you pointing to ?
A cold shiver.
Just out of the wolf’s den and into the tiger’s mouth. They’re a bunch of bullies!!
Allen Zhang also felt that so of these people should not be let off easily, and as a warning, randomly picked a corrupt black officer to report, sending the video ssage to the local police station.
The evidence is solid, waiting for the other party to wake up the next day to be arrested by colleagues and sent to jail.
While handling these matters, the Beggar Gang Disciples also nearly cleaned up the traces, Bailey counted the gains, grinningly reported: "Boss, including the US$20,000 from the Korean, we have made a total of US$495,000 from the underground casino, and additionally seized a crate of military weapons, two crates of fragntation hand grenades."
And a gold Rolex watch.
Allen Zhang took out the Rolex he got from the Korean, after appraisal, it was worth about US$15,000, it was worth so money, and he happily accepted it.
He allowed each participating Beggar Gang Disciple to keep US$20,000 as a reward, the crate of military weapons and hand grenades were loaded and brought to Ard Nation for private sales, Adrenaline Red also sold the underground channels in the streets to the hospitals, then distributed evenly.
The rest he bagged and took away.
The General Sect Leader’s total assets were almost up to US$1.7 million!
After cleaning up the scene and confirming no clues were left, Allen Zhang had the Beggar Gang Disciples drive towards the city, on the way he also sent the drone bombing video to the employer.
Burger King: Mission completed.
The employer received the ssage, watched the video, and was stunned in an instant.
Holy fuck! What have you brought ?
Is this still in our country?
This looks like the Middle East Battlefield, you better not tell it’s in the suburban mountains!
Rip: Buddy, what’s the situation? Did you handle those people?
Burger King: There won’t be any problems; your USB data is also handled, we’re on our way back.
Rip: Are you not joking? You made such a big scene, what if the FBI investigates this matter?
Burger King: You’re too timid; I said no problems, there won’t be any. Don’t worry, I’ll handle it. This is too deep; I suggest you just stick to honest business and don’t ask too much.
Rip: ok...
Put away the phone, he was sowhat numb.
Tommy wondered, "The matter is settled, you should be happy?"
Rip replied: "I just asked them to help destroy copied music tracks, but they nearly turned the suburbs into the Syrian Battlefield."
"It can’t be that exaggerated, right?"
Tommy was also shocked but considering the style of the other party, he didn’t find it surprising.
Reviewing the video, he pondered, "They wiped out everyone, didn’t they achieve the goal anyway? At least no one will bother you anymore."
Rip nodded in relief, "I just hope the reward I offered satisfies them. They better be people who play by the rules!"
"They certainly are people who play by the rules. He still expects to help make his girlfriend famous." Tommy smiled proudly.
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