Chapter 466: Chapter 234: He’s Useless, I’m Anxious_2
“Where’s that Asian? He’s the real boss in there.” Bolo questioned.
“According to the intel, he’s a street guy in Los Angeles, collaborates with others to own a bar, and also a recycling center, specifically recruiting holess people for can business.”
The underling confidently replied, “In his assets, there’s only a private plane, a Jeep, and an RV listed. That’s all there is.”
“That’s all? That’s it?”
Bolo looked doubtfully at his underling, couldn’t help but curse, “Do you think I’m an idiot? You’re telling he’s just a recycler? A can picker? That’s definitely just a front for their real operations! They can get their hands on clay bombs and that shipnt; their business is definitely not so simple! That old man sure has killed soone! Might even be a Dark Web hitman!”
“Does he really not have a house of his own?”
Bolo asked again to confirm, and the increasing anxiety in his underling’s response made his own heart race.
“Then they must be ready to hit big and run away at any mont! After all, assets like houses aren’t easy to liquidate, they can be seized any ti if investigated, not worth a cent! Cars can be sold cheaply to any passerby, he wouldn’t be so kind of spy or terrorist, would he?”
Damn, what kind of people are these.
If the intel is accurate, they’re mostly ruthless who have nothing to lose.
They have no significant assets here to worry about, not scared of anything?
“Are you sure the hacker you found is reliable?” Bolo’s suspicion grew, and he rembered his professional ethics.
“I spent 2000 US Dollars for a contact in Los Angeles, there shouldn’t be any issues,” the underling nervously said, “Boss, can I be reimbursed?”
“I’ll reimburse your ass! Haven’t I always shared the profits with you? I told you to send them to your family, but you f-ing used all of it on won, getting high, and even owe a debt to our rivals at the underground gambling den, get lost! Get the hell out!” Bolo cursed out loud.
“Big brother, don’t be angry, I’m leaving now,” the underling hurriedly turned to make a run for it.
Bolo’s face darkened as he tried to figure things out, but ultimately he couldn’t and had to return to the private room with a forced smile.
When Allen Zhang saw him returning, he smiled aningfully, “Mate, your prostate must not be in good shape, taking so long to pee.”
“Sorry to make you laugh; I do have so issues,” Bolo replied embarrassingly.
“Haha, didn’t you say you went to answer a call?” Allen Zhang laughed again, “What happened? Took a detour to the restroom?”
Old Jack also grinned. Paired with his ruffian face, it looked quite scary.
Bolo was startled and realized he had been sched.
His little trick was like child’s play in their eyes.
At this point, he could only put on a forced smile and think about sending these people away as soon as possible.
“I own a motel down the next street. If you don’t mind, you could spend the night there. Carol and Julia’s services, you must have liked them, right? I’ll have them both take care of you tonight,” Bolo said with a forced smile.
“They are indeed quite good,” Allen Zhang nodded in agreent. Both beautiful and good figure, pleasant in conversation, even sisters.
The General Sect Leader always appreciates honesty.
Glancing at the text ssage notification on his phone, he smiled, it was ti.
Standing up and clapping his hands, he signaled Old Jack and Blitz to leave, “Been a long day, ti to rest.”
“I’ll walk you out,” Bolo imdiately opened the door, ready to personally see them off.
“You know, if this was before, I might have considered you guys pulling a double-cross, even thought about making it thrilling for you, but now I’m not worried at all.”
Allen Zhang walked to the door, gave a slight smile, and patted Bolo’s shoulder.
Bolo was puzzled, “What do you an?”
“Co with .” Allen Zhang pulled him to the balcony window of the restaurant’s second floor, pushed open the window, and felt the cool breeze blowing in.
Standing on the second floor is quite chilly, truly incomparable to the West Coast’s environnt and temperature.
With one hand on the window railing, he put on sunglasses and said, “What do you hear?”
“Wind?” Bolo was hesitant.
“Listen closely,” Allen Zhang said.
Whoosh.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!!
Bolo’s expression changed, he looked up and saw a dark object approaching the building; it was an ard helicopter hovering overhead.
Several fully ard personnel were sitting on it, helts, goggles, Bullet-Proof Vests, headsets, one of them holding a 700 sniper rifle, the green laser pointed right at his face.
The 30mm cannon was loaded with rounds, and there was also that pitch-black 7.62 machine gun. Although the safety was not on, and they probably wouldn’t dare to bomb the city, it was not sothing to bet on, just in case?
That thing was real.
Now to have a cannon round shot in your face and then turn around to cross the river to xico would be doable.
It sent a chill through his scalp.
“WTF!?”
“How did this ard helicopter get to Laredo!?”
He was sweating bullets instantly.
No, who flies in an ard helicopter for business deals?
Unaware people might think it’s a multi-billion-dollar transaction! Isn’t this overkill for ? What have I done to deserve this!
Absolutely uncalled for, right?
Even the famous drug lords in South Arica might not have access to a currently in-service military helicopter, and Third World countries might not have such equipnt, I’m just a hosick expatriate who slightly made so assets, a small tir!
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