Chapter 272: Sent Back Home Zhang Ailun drove to the Las Vegas villa where Coulson was. The other party had invited experts to conduct an appraisal, but it was obvious that the result was not very good. After careful research, the experts concluded that "this collection of the Lioness of Gno is not the same as the one consigned at the auction." "What do you mean?" Coulson had a bad feeling. "I can't guarantee that this antique worth $60 million is authentic." "Don't you have the documents?" Coulson was shocked and quickly took out the authoritative documents to show him. "It is obvious that these certificates are also fake. I have never heard of the international appraisal organization CBG. Mr. Coulson, you'd better be prepared to be deceived." The appraisal expert advised. His words made Coulson's eyes go dark and he almost fell to the ground. Someone from the real estate qualification department nearby also rushed over, learned about the situation, studied the documents and contracts, and immediately said, "I'm sorry, Mr. Coulson, this luxury villa you are in is currently owned by someone else. The other party has no intention of selling the villa. It was only rented to a few black people a while ago. This is the lease agreement signed by both parties." "How is this possible?!" Coulson was struck by lightning. He was stunned and trembling as he looked at the certificate written in black and white. He quickly took out the documents he had signed, like a drowning man grabbing a lifeline, and begged, "This is the property certificate they gave me, and they also signed a mortgage contract and transfer procedures! It also has the seal of the relevant department in Las Vegas!"
The person in the relevant department took a look and immediately judged: "It's fake. We can't possibly draft such a contract, and we have never issued any relevant mortgage documents." "..." Coulson was numb all over, and he sat down on the ground, sweating profusely. Suddenly, he had a bad premonition, and guessed the truth of the matter. When the appraisal experts and people from relevant departments saw that the matter seemed to have become a big deal, they found an excuse and left. Remind: "Perhaps you can provide the local police with the identities of those people, and they will arrest and investigate. But it's best not to hold out too much hope. Those black people you mentioned seem to be a group of international repeat criminals, and the CIA needs to investigate." Several security guards in the community watched the show. At first, they were envious of someone who lived in a villa worth 20 million yuan. Later, they found out that they were just a few scammers. The victims were deceived and defrauded of tens of millions of yuan. He immediately came over and reminded: "Sir, irrelevant people cannot stay here for a long time. Please leave the villa area as soon as possible, otherwise we will expel you." Colson: "..." This sentence made his already poor family even worse off. Turning around and seeing Zhang Ailun coming over, he also ran over in a state of collapse, his mentality exploded, and he cried, "It's bad! Mr. Jin!! I was scammed! It's over!!" "Is that true?" Zhang Ailun was a little surprised. "Where is your mansion?" "What mansion? It's fake! They are a group of scammers, and that damn supervisor is in cahoots with them. They want to defraud my funds. Now I might even owe the casino 2500 million US dollars." Coulson wanted to cry but had no tears. He knew the tricks too well. He bought antiques in partnership with a casino. If he turned around and said the antiques were fake, the other party would definitely not admit it, and would instead turn the tables and say that he had replaced the antiques, and then ask him for the investment funds. Coulson regretted it so much that his intestines turned green. Zhang Ailun also sighed, "If you often walk by the river, you will get your feet wet. What are you going to do now?" "I can only pray that they don't come to me for debt collection right away and push me too hard, otherwise I will have to fight them to the death!" Coulson looked grim, gritted his teeth, and finally decided to leave Las Vegas and hide away from the limelight. "You still have a good attitude. I thought you would go and settle the score with them right away." Zhang Ailan looked at the grief-stricken Coulson. Although he realized that he had been tricked, he had not lost his mind. Coulson sighed helplessly. Didn't he want to? He just didn't dare! If he also had guns, cannons and connections, after suffering such a huge loss, he would definitely come to their door first to ask for funds and settle the score with them.
But in fact, he has no capital to compete with the casinos. You can't win by a head-on confrontation. The casino faces various emergencies every day, some of which involve connections and power. If he wants to fight against the other party, he will definitely be sunk to the bottom of the sea the next day. "Since you provided me with 500 million dollars in funding, you can spend the 50 dollars. Don't say I'm ruthless." Zhang Ailun took out dollars and handed it to the other party. Coulson sighed and took the $500,000. "This is all I can do. Thank you for your help, Mr. King. I will definitely repay you." He began to think about what to do in the future. Fortunately, he was not married and was still single, so he would not be separated from his wife and children. It was just that he could not frequently play sweet double or even triple rows with hot girls. "I know an Indian in Texas whose family runs a casino. If you have nowhere to go, you can go to his place to hide away. He also often goes to the casino in Laredo to play games. If you want to make a comeback, maybe he can give you some help," said Zhang Ailun. "Really? I'm just wondering where to go next. If you can help me, I will definitely try my best to repay your kindness to me!" Coulson was overjoyed. Zhang Allen immediately gave Coulson the contact information of the Indian brother Quipa, and sent him a message, claiming that a friend of his who ran a pawn shop was defrauded and lost everything, and might need his help. There is no need to give him money or other support. If possible, just open a small shop for him near the casino, or keep him by his side to help appraise treasures. He is a talented person and will be a great help. The other party agreed without hesitation. Quipa: Don't worry, my friend, your friend is my friend, just let him come! I'm going to Laredo again next week to acquire two underground casinos there. He can develop and make money here. Zhang Ailun: OK. Zhang Allen chatted with the other party for a few more words, then put away his phone and turned to Coulson and said, "It's done. My friend is going to invest in the casino in Laredo. No matter how capable the people at Brilliant Casino are, they can't go there to ask you for a debt." "Laredo?" Coulson's face turned green when he heard that. "Isn't that a city on the US-Mexico border? I heard that there are often shootings and deaths there." "If you stay here, you'll be no different from a dead person." Zhang Ailun said, "If you really have the ability, you will definitely be able to start over there." "Okay, thank you for your help, Mr. King." Coulson took the money, took a last look at the bustling city of Las Vegas, put on his bag with a complicated expression, turned around and left. Zhang Ailun also took a taxi and left the gambling city of Las Vegas. He took out his mobile phone and checked the location information, and found that the black people had stopped in a small town in the countryside. I sent a message to Xige and the Beggars' Sect disciples, asking about their situation. Sig: We are heading to a small town in the countryside. Their location information has stopped moving. They must have found a place to rest. As long as they don't continue to escape, we can catch these guys at any time! Zhang Ailun: Ok, I’m on my way too. The driver drove out of Las Vegas and didn't want to go any further when he arrived near the suburbs. Zhang Ailun didn't make things difficult for him and paid the bill for him. He got off the car and started hiking on the desert road at night. By the way, he sent his location to the disciples of the Beggar Gang and asked them to pick him up by helicopter. After walking for a short distance, they heard the roar of motorcycles and saw several Will-O-Ghost boys approaching them. Zhang Ailun looked back. The other party immediately honked at him and raised his middle finger, "Hey! Asian guy! Aren't you afraid of being robbed when you walk alone on the suburban road? Are you a homeless person?" "What did you say?" Zhang Ailun frowned, not wanting to show any mercy to them. He immediately took out his Victor, loaded the bullets twice, and pointed the black muzzle at them. "You know this is a remote place, you white pig, get out of the car!" The will-o'-the-wisp teenagers were stunned for a moment. The leader turned his motorcycle around and ran away, leaving only a yellow-haired man who was stuck in the motorcycle and got on the bike in a panic. The chief gang leader ran up and kicked the man to the ground, grabbed his collar and hit him on the forehead, "I didn't hear you clearly just now, please say it again." "I was wrong! Dude! You're cool! I didn't do anything! I was just racing on the road, please don't shoot!!" The Will-O-Ghost boy was frightened and horrified, raising his hands high.
He became obedient instantly. "You've come at the right time. I'm still short of a means of transportation. As long as you drive me for a distance, I won't hold you responsible." Zhang Ailun let go of him and patted his shoulder. Seeing this, the other party quickly agreed and rode a motorcycle with the leader for a distance. Arriving at a gas station on a desert highway, Zhang Ailun parked nearby, got out of the car, took out $20, and handed it to the timid tool man, "Take it, just consider it as your fare." "Brother, you are not planning to kill me to silence me, are you?" The yellow-haired man wanted to cry but had no tears, and did not dare to take it at all. "Am I that kind of person? Just take it if I tell you to." Zhang Ailun scolded, and the other party had no choice but to take it. Huangmao also reminded: "There are many coyotes and mountain lions nearby. You'd better not hike at night. A while ago, a tourist was eaten while staying overnight. The local police told the animal protection organization that they have sent more people to manage it, but it's no use." "Then thank you so much. You can go now." Zhang Ailun was amused. It could be seen that this was also a simple-minded minor. Huangmao hurriedly got on his bike and left. After waiting for a few minutes, he heard a buzzing sound from overhead from a long distance. Zhang Ailun looked up and saw his Little Bird helicopter. He waved to the Beggar Gang disciples, and the pilot also landed on the open space next to the gas station. The employees of the gas station came out upon hearing the noise and looked at the armed helicopter with some curiosity. Zhang Ailun ignored them and boarded the plane directly. He directed the Beggar Gang disciples to operate the helicopter to take off and head towards the next location. When we arrived at the country town, we saw that Sig had been waiting with his men for a long time. There were also a few black men tied up next to them. They were fat, big-eared, and covered in dust. Aren’t they those wealthy Central Africans? Seeing the helicopter landed on a nearby plain, Zhang Ailun got off the plane and looked at the embarrassed appearance of several people. He greeted them and said jokingly: "Hey! Aren't these the royal brothers of Central Africa? I haven't seen you for an hour. Why are you so upset?" "It's you? Mr. Jin! Misunderstanding! Misunderstanding! We didn't intend to target you in this matter!" When several international habitual criminals saw that their identities were exposed, they stopped pretending and became flustered. Even their accents changed from the noble Central African accent to the down-to-earth West Coast accent. "Don't worry, I have no plans to do anything to you, and I'm not interested in your tricks. I don't have anything to lose anyway, and you still have use for me. I plan to sell you to wealthy people in Central Africa and send you back to your hometown. They are the real royal family, and they will probably feel very unhappy when they find out someone is tarnishing their image and face internationally, and they will want to vent their anger on you." Zhang Ailun smiled and patted their shoulders to comfort them. Several old black men were in tears, what’s the difference between that and being dead? He really has a wealthy family and background, and he even has little lions and leopards at home. The black man with the long name had poor psychological quality. He couldn’t stand the blow, rolled his eyes and fainted. Zhang Ailun immediately ordered the Beggars' Sect disciples to tie them up on a helicopter and transport them to the Kiliya Mountains. Xige came over with a few bags. When he opened them, he found some crime props and jewelry, and more importantly, two or three antiques. "There was a total of 20 in cash and a few fake antiques with some provenance. Their next step was to go to Genting Highlands in Malaysia to commit a crime and they had already contacted someone," said Sig. "Leave the money, I can use the jewelry, but throw away the antiques, they are worthless." Zhang Ailun waved his hand and got into the car. After Sig packed up his things, he got in the rented Jetta and drove to Los Angeles. It was almost dawn when we returned to the city. Zhang Ailun asked Sig to take him to the designated location, got out of the car, said hello to them, and went their separate ways. He took out his cell phone and sent a message to Amanda. Allen Zhang: I’m here. After waiting for a while and not receiving a reply from the other party, Zhang Ailun thought they had fallen asleep or were partying? Also ready to turn around and leave. As a result, he heard a loud noise as soon as he turned around. He turned his head and saw a crazy woman with disheveled hair and cream on her face running out of the apartment. She ran towards the leader barefoot, and there were several murderers wielding buzzing chainsaws behind her! "WTF!!"
Zhang Ailun felt his scalp tingling and subconsciously wanted to pull out his gun. Where did the psychopath come from? Chasing people down the street with a chainsaw and killing them? Where are you coming from? Is this still Los Angeles at around midnight? But the other party came up and shouted: "Hamburger!!" "It's me." Zhang Ailun calmed down and looked at them in surprise and suspicion. "Finally I've got you! We are playing a game, do you want to join in now?" Amanda excitedly shook the leader's hand, and it was obvious that she was a little drunk. Taking advantage of others' misfortune is not the leader's style. So he agreed immediately. "I don't care. What game?" "You play the chainsaw killer and we play the survivors. As long as you can catch the survivors, you can punish us! Any punishment is fine!" Amanda said excitedly. “……”Is it so exciting? Before the chief leader could react, a plump woman with charm handed him the chainsaw and said, "Hello, new killer, it's your turn now! Oh my god, I finally don't have to chase anyone." He was panting, his face flushed, and he fanned himself, but Dalei on his chest could not be held with one hand. It can be seen that she is at a disadvantage in this game. Others are light and have no burden at all, but she has two big burdens in front and back. "Max?" Zhang Ailan barely recognized her from under the colorful paint. "Just call me Kate or Denis. I'm very familiar with you, Mr. King! Amanda has often talked to me about you, and my ears are almost callused. Okay, now it's time for the game session, the game will start soon, are you ready?" Denis said with a smile, turned around and ran away screaming with the others. Zhang Ailun looked at the chainsaw in his hand, weighed it and found that it was a modified studio prop. Looking at the lambs running away, they really know how to have fun! There is no need to worry about disturbing others late at night because there seem to be few residents nearby. He immediately rolled up his sleeves, pulled the bolt and started the chainsaw, which made a buzzing sound and emitted black smoke. "OK, Johnny is here!!" (End of this chapter)