Chapter 177: Appease Old Jack "..." Qiao Sen took a look at the pile of rocks and was a little dumbfounded. He swallowed and said, "Boss, is there a dead body hidden under here? Was it thrown here by someone? Wouldn't it be impolite for us to dig it out?" "Just dig if I tell you to. Otherwise, how can you complete the preparatory tasks?" Zhang Ailun urged, "I'll go in and take a look. I hope you've finished this place by the time I come out!" "If Sig was here, he would never tell me so much. I just gave him a look and he started digging! He has already dug half of it." The chief leader criticized. "okay!" Qiao Sen instantly perked up, spat on his hands twice, and started to work hard. Zhang Ailun turned around and walked directly into the cabin. He pushed open half of the door and a musty smell hit him in the face. The facilities inside were dilapidated, the table lamps and walls were covered with moss, and the wooden boards were rotten.
After moving the moldy sofa, I found the way to the cellar. When I opened the floor, it made a shrill creaking sound and an unpleasant smell came out. Zhang Ailun put on a mask, took out a flashlight to illuminate the environment, and walked down the wooden stairs. Soon he came to the cellar, which was filled with some wooden barrels and boxes, as well as some iron hooks for hanging bacon. Zhang Ailun saw the zipper on the wall again and tried to pull it, but the light didn't respond, there was no water or electricity. There was a generator in the room, but it couldn't be used. After searching for a while, I finally saw a human-shaped corpse in the corner. Maybe because of the humid environment, it did not turn into bones and looked like a mummy. Zhang Ailun shone a flashlight and could vaguely identify the armband on the clothes as belonging to the CIA organization. The body looked miserable, with a shattered skull, tied up, and its arms and thighs twisted. Zhang Ailun sighed at the brutality of the gangster Jack, took out his phone and took photos from various angles. He put on gloves and touched the body again, and found a stuck ID in the chest pocket. He could barely open it, and the handwriting on it was blurred, but the headshot and CIA ID could be vaguely seen. After taking the photos, Zhang Ailun really couldn't stand this environment anymore. It had a chilly horror movie atmosphere, which was a bit creepy and the smell was also bad. He turned around and left the cellar, moving a sofa to seal the exit again. I went out, took off my gloves and mask, threw them into the woods, and breathed in the fresh air. Qiao Sen worked hard and had almost finished digging the pit. When he dug the pit with his shovel, he suddenly hit something hard. He quickly bent down to clean it up, took out the bundle buried inside, opened it, and found that there was a pistol in the iron box. "Boss! We found something!" Qiao Sen quickly called the chief leader, "Here is a gun!" Zhang Allen walked over and looked at you, still putting down the Colt Python revolver, took out his phone to take a photo, and nodded with satisfaction, "Well done, bury it back. Remember to restore the environment to its previous state." "Ah?" Qiao Sen was stunned when he heard this. Why are you standing here tiring you silly boy? But even after the chief leader had spoken, he still didn't say much, and just started working hard. Zhang Allen also sent the photo to Blitz. Zhang Ailun: We found the murder weapon and evidence of the gangster Jack. There is also a body of a CIA agent in the cellar. This old guy was really ruthless. Blitz: What are you going to do? Use the photos to blackmail him? Or just report it to the CIA? Zhang Ailun: There is no need to report it to the CIA. This happened many years ago. It is a thankless job. The agent is also a traitor. If he is not greedy, he will not die. But if that guy does not cooperate with us, we will send it directly to the CIA and let the authorities arrest him. He will never be able to come out again for the rest of his life. Blitzcrank: Ok! What should I do? Zhang Ailun: Invite Jack to come out and talk. See if we can resolve this peacefully. It's at an abandoned gas station in the suburbs. Qiao Sen and I will go there right away.
Blitzcrank: Okay. Blitz immediately sent the information anonymously to the gangster Jack. Old Jack was playing cards in the Sanji Bar. He was calm and composed, but he soon received a message. He took out his mobile phone and took a look, his expression changed. Anonymous message: Gangster Jack? I heard you're going to work again? Or a big business? I don't know if you want others to know what you did secretly. I think the CIA should be very interested in these pictures. If you want to know these photos thoroughly, come to the suburbs to talk. We will only wait for you here for half an hour! Old Jack's face was gloomy, he was shocked and angry, he didn't know how his secret was discovered, and he instantly wanted to kill someone to silence them! But then he thought, the other party had the leverage over him, and his origin was unknown, so he had the initiative, and he also knew his new plan, which meant that the intelligence network must be very terrifying! It was not something that a lone desperado like him could afford to provoke. After thinking for a moment, I decided to go to the appointment. Old Jack took a look at the cards in his hand. It was a rare good chance for him to have such a good hand, but it caused him such a big trouble. He had no intention of continuing to play. He just put the cards down, drank the brandy in one gulp, stood up, patted his butt and left. "Guest, don't you want to play anymore?" Mary asked hurriedly when she saw him leaving. "I've had my fill." Old Jack waved his hand and left without looking back. Someone curiously opened his cards and was shocked, "Nine points! He actually chose not to play!" "This old guy must be mentally ill... He has lost thousands of dollars. In the end, he got a big hand but didn't play anymore." The guests all felt that this man was inexplicable. Old Jack walked out of the bar and found his old pickup truck in a nearby parking lot. He took out the oil paper bag from under the seat and pulled out a gun and put it on his waist. He started the car, stepped on the accelerator, drove off the street, and headed for the agreed location in the suburbs. Zhang Ailun and Qiao Sen drove to the abandoned gas station. Sitting in the car, they watched the cars coming and going on the road. There were a lot of people today, so even if they wanted to shoot here, it would be impossible. Even if the other party is a fierce gangster, he dare not cause trouble blatantly. After waiting for a while, I saw a pickup truck driving over from a distance and stopped at the gas station. Old Jack got out of the car, ran straight to the Wrangler, and knocked on the window. The window was lowered, and he also saw the two people sitting inside. "Don't move, man." Zhang Ailun smiled slightly, took out a pistol and pointed it at him through the window. Qiao Sen, who was sitting in the passenger seat, was holding a submachine gun. Old Jack had no expression on his face. He was not moved at all when the gun was pointed at his chest. He just said calmly, "Listen, man, if you want to threaten me and extort money from me, you can shoot me now! Because I have already spent all the money. I don't have a penny left. I never leave myself many ways out when I do things, and I am not scared. If you want to hand me over to the CIA, I have the ability to escape and then take revenge on you! I promise you will never have peace in your life!" Old Jack is indeed a gangster who has been in the industry for many years. He is experienced and calm, and this kind of small scene can't scare him at all. Zhang Ailun looked at him admiringly and put away his phone. "Originally, I was thinking, should I just kill you and take your place to help the casino settle the accounts, take the huge sum of money and share it with my subordinates, or send you to the CIA to handle the sentencing! But I found that the latter would do me almost no good. I'm not an American, why should I help them maintain law and order? They don't give me a penny, and they still collect taxes from me." "Even if I get rid of you now, the casino may not choose to cooperate with us after hearing the news." Zhang Ailun said again. "So you want to join this business?" Old Jack frowned and asked in confusion, "Where did you get the information? I haven't told anyone. Was it Old Al? Or the director of the casino vault?" I couldn't understand why the originally perfect plan would leak out at a critical moment and be known by others. This is a taboo in the industry! This deal is basically ruined! But it seems that these people are here for the money. Since they are here for the money, then it is easy to deal with. "I can cooperate with you. Let's work together to complete this deal." Old Jack said immediately: "We are all out here for money. If we can make money, everything will be fine, right?"
"But I'm more worried that you'll go back on your word and stab me in the back like that CIA agent. Don't you like robbing your fellow thieves?" Zhang Ailun said. "You don't understand the truth of the matter at all." Old Jack said with a sullen face, "That guy threatened me with my wife and children to ask for more money, and even wanted to kill me so that he could use my credit to get a promotion and a raise! We only made $50 from that deal, and it was agreed that the three of us would each get 30% of the profit, and the rest would be used for equipment consumption, but in the end those guys turned the fake into real, causing my friend to die on the way to escape! That damn bastard was a traitor, not only wanted money, but also my life! I could only passively fight back and kill him!" "The CIA is like this. It's like courting disaster. How can you expect anything good to happen if you cooperate with them?" Zhang Ailun learned the truth from him and suddenly realized it, although what he said might not be entirely true. For example, he concealed the fact that he killed CIA from another friend now. But Zhang Ailun was not interested in these things, the past was in the past. "You finally lived a peaceful life, so why are you back now?" Zhang Ailun said, "Wouldn't it be better to live a peaceful life?" "Of course it's for money. In today's society, you can't do anything without money! I've already learned about it in advance and confirmed that there is no risk in this deal. This is just an internal fight between the casino management rights and the owners of the shares. No official forces are involved. I decided to retire after completing this last deal." Old Jack said frankly: "If you also want to join this business, you can. But you must prove your value!" "What do you think of the power of our intelligence network?" Zhang Ailun asked. "Very impressive." His past has been dug out, what else can he say? At least they are much better than those good-for-nothings in the CIA! The CIA itself is not united, but divided into several factions. There are so many corrupt officials, and they have to compete with the FBI for performance. There are many people and information that can be bought with money. After all, people have to think about themselves when they are alive. If you are in a high position and don’t make money, isn’t it a waste of resources? "I can cooperate with you, but you must destroy the evidence against me, and don't mess with my family!" Old Jack said sincerely: "The dividends will be distributed according to the merits. Whoever contributes more will get more dividends. I need at least 30 US dollars!" "Is $300,000 enough?" Zhang Ailun asked. Old Jack's face was solemn. "What do you mean?" Generally speaking, people who can say these words are usually being sarcastic. They dislike that he took too much. "Do you want to work with me? I like people like you who are capable, abide by the rules, love their families, and are full of confidence!" Zhang Ailun did not follow the routine and directly extended an olive branch to him, wanting to recruit him. If they are all your friends, then the dividends will be easy to talk about. If they are not your friends, they will not trust you even if you tell them the truth. "I'll stop when I make $30," Old Jack said calmly. "300 million, right? With inflation now, what can you do with ? A car, a plane, a second-hand house, and it's basically all gone. Do you still think these are the prices of the last century? With million, you basically won't have to worry about anything for the rest of your life. As long as you follow me, let alone million, even million won't be a problem in the future," said Zhang Ailun. "You are very confident..." Old Jack's eyelids were twitching. It was the first time he saw such a crazy person. "I need to think twice before doing anything with you. I don't know you. What exactly do you do? If the risk is too great, I won't do it." Old Jack said cautiously. "My name is Juan Jin. I work as a can recycler in District 5 and opened a bar called Sanjis. What do you think brandy tastes like?" Zhang Ailun asked with a smile. "So you own that bar." Old Jack's mouth twitched. He just said that he had never offended anyone and it was impossible for him to be investigated for no reason. "As long as this deal goes smoothly and you give me a satisfactory dividend, I can consider working with you." Old Jack thought about it and agreed. "Brandy does taste good, but I never get drunk." "It's settled. I'll have someone contact you. You can tell him about your plan. I have to escort a batch of arms this afternoon." Zhang Ailun waved his hand and put on his sunglasses, "See you later!" “……” When Old Jack heard about the escort of arms, his eyelids twitched wildly. He knew that this guy was not that simple. He hesitated for a moment, thinking that if he refused the invitation, he would not be killed on the way, right? Or would a large truck suddenly appear in the middle of the night and crush his whole family and the house into pieces? No matter how you look at it, the other person looks more like a gangster than yourself. Old Jack felt a little regretful about why he attracted his attention. He had been careful enough.
He sighed. Now that things had come to this, and the other party had the leverage over him, he might as well just let it go. Back in the pickup truck, he soon received a new message. Anonymous: I am Mr. Kim's employee in charge of intelligence and cyber security. You can call me a robot. Old Jack: All right, robot, I am now your man, working for your boss. You have thoroughly investigated my background and my family, so you tell me what to do. Will my future errands be killing people or handling dirty work? Anonymous message: Don't be so pessimistic. When the time comes, you will know that joining us is the wisest decision. Old Jack: Don't touch my family, just let me make money! He is in a desperate situation. He can neither fight nor escape. He has already compromised with reality. Zhang Ailan drove Qiao Sen back to the city, found Blitz, called everyone except Sig over, and took out the $15 worth of jewelry. He kept $100,000 of USTD for himself and gave the remaining $50,000 in cash to Blitz and the others to divide up. Today's assets have reached 273219 US dollars! (End of this chapter)