America: Starting with Daily Intelligence

Allen Zhang: ok.

The General Sect Leader activated the Terminator 2.0 system, searched the location, and sure enough, he saw that the mobile phone signal had approached within ten minutes before, with the same signal source barely exceeding a range of two hundred meters.

"These damn things just can't help but take action against me." Allen Zhang clicked his tongue. So quick to send private detectives to trail him, to monitor his every move. Weren't they a little too impatient?

"Shall we take them out? That car can hold at most four people. From the speed, driving state, and the suspension's arc, it's highly likely there are three people," Zorro asked.

See? This is called professionalism.

"They are private detectives, not assassins; they probably don't carry any lethal weapons. Otherwise, they wouldn't even be able to get out of Los Angeles. Their task is most likely just to observe my daily life, to provide reliable information for the subsequent kidnapping plans."

After pondering, Allen Zhang immediately ordered, "Speed up! Smash its taillights!!"

"Are you sure?" Zorro looked at the General Sect Leader somewhat surprisingly.

"If my Jeep can't wreck a fragile Japanese-made Highlander, then I will never drive it again!" Allen Zhang was certain, "Blame it on the remote location here, no surveillance cameras, and they even dared to flaunt a Japanese car in front of me. Go! Give them a taste of their own medicine! Flip it!!"

He immediately fastened his seatbelt.

"Boss, you're crazier than I thought," Zorro commented, also without a second word, pressed the gas pedal to the floor, and charged towards the Highlander's rear.

With a roar, the Jeep's engine emitted a bellowing sound, and it aggressively sped up with an unstoppable momentum.

The detectives in the front car who were holding cameras and taking photos suddenly saw the Jeep crazily ramming towards them.

Facial expressions changed at light speed, "oh! shit!!"

BANG!!!

The next second the whole car was sent skidding, its taillights shattered instantly, sparks flying as it rolled over on the spot, tumbling by the side of the road with thick white smoke rising, its wheels still madly spinning in the air.

Zorro stopped the Jeep by the roadside, Allen Zhang got out with his gun, glanced at the Jeep's undamaged bumper, then at the completely wrecked Highlander which was nearly reduced from a double to a single compartment car.

He couldn't help but laugh, "I told you this thing isn't durable! Racing on the highway with a fragile Highlander, who else but you would bite the dust?"

Zorro went over to check the driver's cabin, the car's airbags had already deployed, the three people inside were bloodied and unconscious.

Chuckling, that's it?

They scavenged a video camera, four hidden cameras, three mobile phones, and a satellite phone from the car. Flipping open the satellite phone, there were contact numbers with three calls made. One was at 2 a.m. yesterday, one at 7 a.m. today, and another half an hour ago.

"They came well-prepared," Allen Zhang sneered. He turned on the video camera, browsed the directory, and watched a segment, then his face darkened.

Because that segment was of the three guys and a black girl going wild in a motel.

Allen Zhang's mouth twitched, promptly deleted it, then opened a few photos, and found himself pictured in the passenger seat of the Jeep.

There was also a fifteen-second video. It looked quite effortless, even the breathing of the General Sect Leader was clearly captured.

"Damn it, these mongrels can't be left alive!"

The General Sect Leader cursed, immediately pulled out his mobile phone and called the camp on Qiliye Mountain.

As soon as the Beggar Gang Disciples picked up, he said, "Come pick up some people, more laborers." Then he sent them the navigation coordinates.

Afterward, he and Zorro grabbed the three men, yanked them out of the vehicle, carried them to the side of the road, tied them up, and placed them away from the crashed Highlander to avoid any explosion accidents.

A dozen minutes later, when the three men groggily came to, looked up at the blue sky and white clouds, felt the aching all over their bodies, before they could attempt anything, found themselves stared down by the dark barrel of a gun.

"Don't move."

Zorro said coldly.

The cold and rigid touch of the gun instantly scared the three men senseless.

"Big brother! Spare our lives!!"