America: Start with Daily Intelligence - Chapter 237: Boil the Eagle

Chapter 237: Boil the Eagle

Zorro's wailing voice came from inside. The heroic bones were broken by the powerful throw and the scalpel was soaked with the heroic tears.

Killer? Even the toughest killer would be at the mercy of others if he was given anesthesia and lay on the hospital bed.

"Who is your boss? I don't even know you." Zhang Ailun sneered.

"Then you still have my mask. I need money now. I can sell it to you for a low price of $20." Zorro said hastily, "You can make $ by reselling it. It's a good thing."

"This is my mask!!"

Zhang Ailun said dissatisfiedly: "What evidence do you have to prove that it is yours? This is ridiculous! If I kill you, the money will still be mine, right? Since you can't take out a penny, then use your own organs to pay the bill."

"WTF..."

Zorro was so confused that he quickly apologized, "I was wrong! I shouldn't have done that to you! Please save me! They really need to operate on me! The medical bill of $75000 is too expensive. I can't afford it at all!"

Zhang Ailun thought: "Okay, I can help you pay the money, but we have to sign a loan contract in advance. You have to work for me for free in the future! Until the debt is repaid, don't think about denying it!"

"I sign! I sign!" Zorro wanted to cry but had no tears.

Zhang Ailun wrote a loan contract with a smile, and the foundation paid his medical expenses of $75000 in the name of charitable donation.

Zorro had no choice but to sign the contract.

The attending physician collected the money and then sewed up his wound with a stern face, cursing, "Don't even think about coming to us for treatment if you don't have money. It's a waste of anesthetics! You have a good physique, you only need to rest for two days! It's not a fatal injury."

Zoro's face darkened and he limped out of bed.

"Are you able to walk already? Come on, follow me to start your first job of the day." Zhang Ailun said with a smile when he saw him coming out.

"Are you a devil? I just finished the operation and you want me to go to work? I can't even hold the gun in this condition!" Zorro couldn't hold it anymore and his mouth twitched.

"This is your punishment for attacking me! Don't forget you still owe me $75000."

Zhang Ailun accused him bluntly, "I saved your life, so you must repay my kindness. Otherwise, why would I save you? You still owe me a debt. If you don't pay me back, I can dig out your kidneys and sell them to others to pay off the debt at any time."

"Okok! Where are we going? It's such a bad luck to have a vampire boss like you!" Zorro sighed helplessly.

"Let's go to the Cowboy Retro Tavern. You should know which street it is on, right? I'm from another place and I'm not familiar with the road."

Zhang Ailun went out and sat in the passenger seat of the Highlander. Looking at Zorro who was still in a daze at the door, he urged him, "Get in and drive! What are you in a daze for? Have you ever seen a boss drive himself?"

"I just had surgery..." Zoro took a deep breath, "Why are you so mean to me."

"This is your punishment for not following the rules! Drive!" Zhang Ailun said unhappily, "I'm afraid you'll shoot me from the passenger seat."

Hard bones? Let me see how hard your bones are!

Zorro had no choice but to sit in the driver's seat, start the old and broken Highlander, and drive to the Western Cowboy Tavern.

After crossing several traffic lights, we soon arrived at the Cowboy Tavern and parked the car on the side of the road.

From the outside, it looks like the architectural style of the Western period, with a lot of artistic decoration style from movies and TV dramas, three-story wooden houses, and butterfly doors. At first glance, you might think you have come to the wilderness of the late 19th century.

"What are we doing here?" Zoro was still a little confused.

"Help people solve their problems and make some extra money at the same time. You don't need to ask anything else, just do what I say!" After Zhang Ailun said that, he got out of the car and took him into the Cowboy Tavern.

When we entered the pub, we saw a lot of weird guys sitting at a round table playing Texas Hold'em. There were also two police officers drinking here. The atmosphere was very harmonious.

Next to the door was the bar. The bartender glanced at them and reminded them, "No private fighting or causing trouble in the bar. No guns are allowed. Please store your weapons at the bar."

Zhang Ailun took off his tactical chest bag and handed it to the bartender.

The bar stared at Zoro, who was wrapped in bandages, with a strange look in his eyes.

"Why are you looking at me? I'm a wounded soldier. Where can I hide my gun? I only have a sniper rifle in my crotch! Do you want it?" Zorro was very angry and said unhappily.

"No need to check, I believe you. You look like the Death Gunner Zorro?" The bartender was a little surprised.

"Have you heard my story?" Zorro raised his eyebrows.

"Of course. We also heard about the big commotion at the Charm Bar last night. Were you not beaten to death by those motorcycle gangs? I heard that you won jewelry worth hundreds of thousands by gambling your life!" the bartender exclaimed.

"Humph, those guys are unlucky. They dare to mess with me." Zorro said contemptuously: "What a pity, they were the first to break the rules. I can only teach them a lesson. They fired the first shot. I was acting in self-defense! Texas law cannot convict me."

"What would you like to drink?" asked the bartender.

Zhang Ailun was not interested in the wine. He glanced at the drinks on the counter and said casually, "Please give this sharpshooter a pain relief meal. I want a free glass of ice water."

He took out $15 in cash and gave it to the other party.

"Ok. A glass of 76-degree Stormy Waves set and a glass of ice water." The bartender quickly prepared the drinks and placed them in front of Zorro.

Zorro glanced at Zhang Ailun's ice water, then at the vodka with blue flames in front of him, and said meaningfully: "Boss, are you afraid that I won't die? I'm still a wounded soldier."

"You're injured, and you're still so strong even without drinking. I want to see what you look like after drinking." Zhang Ailun said with a fake smile, "Consider it my gift to you. Are you afraid of death and don't dare to drink?"

"Just drink."

Zoro drank it all in one gulp, and his face turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Follow me." After finishing the drink, Zhang Ailun took him directly through the crowd and went up to the second floor.

After walking down the corridor and exploring randomly, I found Room 222 around the corner. At the door, I saw a few shifty-looking guys trying to pick the lock.

The other person turned his head and looked at the two of them. He also didn't expect anyone to come up. He was stunned for a moment and quickly withdrew his hand.

"WTF! Where is the person in charge of lookout? Where did that guy Kiran go?" He cursed in a low voice.

"What are you doing?" Zhang Ailun asked.

The other party said with a straight face: "Hey, we didn't do anything. We were just testing the locks. What do you do?"

"I'm a staff member of the tavern." Zhang Ailun smiled slightly: "Guest, do you want to open this room?"

"That's right." Several people looked at each other and their expressions relaxed.

Zhang Ailun went straight over and knocked on the door.

The person who was sleeping soundly inside heard the noise vaguely and asked impatiently, "What are you doing?"

"Cleaning up." Zhang Ailun said, "There are a few guests outside who want to chat with you."

"Don't talk nonsense! We don't have this plan..." The expressions of several people changed slightly.

Soon the door was opened, and a yellow-skinned man with long braids stuck his head out and glanced at the yellow man in front of him, the red-skinned boy with bandages next to him, and several people behind him.

He frowned and said hesitantly, "I think I've seen you somewhere..."

"Fxxk you! Our boss asked us to say hello to you!!" Seeing that he was completely defenseless, several people simply stopped pretending and took out a dagger from their pockets and rushed up.

The man with braids was horrified and cursed inwardly. He accidentally got his clothes cut by the dagger and started to wrestle with several people.

"Hey! Help! They're trying to kill me!!"

"Zorro. Go!" Upon seeing this, the leader immediately brought Zorro to his front.

"Why don't you go up." Zoro said unhappily.

"They have knives." Zhang Ailun's face was calm. "Is it not okay for me to be afraid of death?" "Am I not afraid anymore?" Zorro's mouth twitched.

"You've been drinking, what are you afraid of? Show some courage!" Zhang Ailun scolded, "You dodged three bullets in Russian roulette, so why are you afraid of a mere dagger? I hired you to help block the knife at the critical moment."

"I..." Wasn't I drunk too much?

Zoro was so angry that he trembled. This was too much of a bully.

"Hey! Don't eat the sour radish!" The man with braids pushed a man away with force. It was obvious that he had practiced this move before, but he was pinned to the ground by several others immediately afterwards.

An old Mexican with a mohawk stabbed him thirteen times with a ferocious look on his face. Bang, bang ...

"Fxxk! Have I traveled back to the West?" The Mohawk leader was shocked. How could someone be so afraid of death in this day and age?

Not only did they wear stab-proof clothing, but they also wore a layer of iron cover inside their clothes.

"What the hell do you know? I'm Indian! This is our tradition! Do you think I would go out here without protective gear?"

The man with braids cursed and swore, and took the opportunity to roll over and suppress the other man. He got the upper hand, snatched the knife with his bare hands, and punched him on the bridge of his nose. His Mohawk hair turned red instantly, and he was a little dazed.

Seeing this, the other people still rushed over bravely, started to pile up, and wrestled with each other on the ground.

Zorro picked up a bottle and smashed it on the man's head. The man's head was buzzing and he was dizzy. He looked back at Zorro and cursed: "Fuck you!!"

"Get off!"

Seeing that the enemy's equipment had been removed and he was no longer a threat, Zhang Ailun pushed Zorro away and kicked the man in the chest, sending him flying two meters away.

The other party covered his chest and gasped, then hit the wall and fell down again. He fell to the ground and curled up like a shrimp, and fainted.

Seeing that he had the upper hand, the man with braids also showed his might and beat up the two men with his fists! He soon finished them off!

"Thank you for your help, friends." The man with braids panted and stood up gratefully.

"It's okay. We just happened to pass by here and saw them picking the lock. We thought they must not be good people. It's just a piece of cake." Zhang Ailun smiled.

"..."

Zoro also took a deep breath. He had never seen such a shameless person.

"Hey, man, do you know who they are?" Zhang Ailun asked.

"They should be from an underground casino. I won a lot of money from them yesterday. They don't want me to leave the city with the money, so they planned to find someone to assassinate me. I even found a tavern to store weapons and stay overnight, but I didn't expect them to be so bold!" The man with braids had a gloomy face.

"I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Quipa. I live in Houston and I'm Indian."

"My name is Hamburger Juan King. This is my friend Zorro," Zhang Allen said.

"Death Gunner Zorro?" Quipa looked at the bandaged man in surprise. "I heard that you often gamble your life with others in the bar?"

"it's me."

Zoro nodded expressionlessly. He said coldly: "I just want to make money."

"You are a respectable person for daring to challenge the god of death!" Kuipa said with a serious expression.

Zoro's mouth curled up.

"It's not that magical. He's just a drunkard. He did that stupid thing because he drank too much yesterday. Just now, I asked him to go over and grab the knife to help you, but he hesitated for a long time." Zhang Ailun ruthlessly tried to sabotage him.

Zoro's face instantly fell.

Hehehe, no hehe.

"Thank you very much for your help. If it weren't for you two, I would definitely not have been able to escape the assassination today. Please accept this gift." Kuipa turned and walked into the house, took out two stacks of Franklin's US dollars from a black handbag and handed them to Zhang Ailan.

He said sincerely: "You can come to Houston to see me in the future. I will treat you with the highest etiquette of us Indians. My family also has several casinos in Houston."

How many...how many casinos?

Is it true?

Doesn't this make it clear that your father is the chief?

Casinos require gambling licenses to operate, and Indians’ welfare benefits and income mostly rely on casino commissions. Gambling licenses are reserved for them every few years, which is also permitted by federal law.

Most of the time, only chiefs and people of higher status in the Indian reservations are qualified to participate.

No wonder he likes to play tricks so much, his feelings have been cultivated since he was a child.

"Although I don't really like gambling, when I travel to Houston one day, if you are willing to give me tens of thousands of chips for free, I would still be happy to go and take a look." Zhang Ailun accepted his gift with a smile and they added each other's contact information.

"Hamburg, you guys go first, I'll stay and deal with these guys. Even if something happens, it won't affect you!" Kuipa looked at those guys and was ready to get rid of them all.

"Good luck, buddy." Zhang Ailun greeted him, then turned around and went downstairs with Zorro and took his tactical chest bag from the front desk.

Although the fight upstairs did not last long, it attracted the attention of the staff, and soon the two police officers went upstairs for a routine check.

However, it should have little impact on the Quipa brothers.

After leaving the door, Zorro stared at the banknotes collected by the chief leader, "Boss, there should be a share of this for me, right?"

"You still owe me $75000! I saved Quipa's life, and he gave me $ in compensation! I saved your life, and you're still thinking of doing something to me."

Zhang Ailun said unhappily: “Get in the car, let’s go to the next place.”

"Where? Is there anything else to do? How did you know that Quipa would be assassinated?" Zoro was a little confused.

"Because these locals particularly like to rob each other, my intelligence network is also very accurate. You will know in the future." Zhang Ailun said in a flat tone.

"Okay, I sincerely apologize for what I did before. Boss, can you give me some money?" Zorro said honestly: "I have been hungry for a whole day, I feel weak all over, and I really have no money to eat."

Zhang Ailun laughed and drove directly to a McDonald's. He made an appointment at the window and bought a dozen burgers, throwing them in his face, "Eat!!"

He said viciously: "If you can't finish it, I will kill you!!"

"..."

You didn't really give it to me to eat?

Zoro ate the burger with tears in his eyes.

“Too dry.”

Upon hearing this, Zhang Ailun drove to the convenience store and bought a large bucket of bottled Coke, which only cost $.

"Drink! If you can't finish it, I'll kill you!!"

"……belch."

Zorro was full and drunk, so he burped and looked at the remaining hamburger and half a bottle of Coke, with the corners of his mouth twitching.

A look of despair.

I applied cautiously, "Boss, can I eat the rest in the evening?"

"Okay." Zhang Ailun nodded.