America: Starting with Daily Intelligence

A raging fire started.

Allen Zhang also got into the car after leaving the house and took out his cell phone to check how the other two groups were doing.

Beggar Gang Disciples: We've reached the Black Heart Clinic in the suburbs, have tied up the guy. He was about to assault a female customer; she was already drugged and had her pants down, but luckily, we arrived just in time.

Allen Zhang: Give him a couple of punches for me to vent!

Beggar Gang Disciples: Boss, we can't hit him anymore, he's about to die, there's no place left on his body to strike.

A picture was sent.

A middle-aged white man with a swollen face, wet hair, and clothes stained with blood. His white lab coat was now dyed red. His breathing was already more out than in.

Allen Zhang: Inject him with adrenaline, don't let him die.

Beggar Gang Disciples: We've already injected him.

Another group of the Beggar Gang Disciples wandered around Little Rock and found Dr. Jerry's prison mate wandering the streets, but his condition was indeed worrying, acting crazy.

Beggar Gang Disciples: Boss, he was like this when we arrived. Do we still take him?

Allen Zhang: Yes! His symptoms seem similar to the Priest's, though not as severe. Bring him back, and let Dr. Jerry treat him. Electrotherapy should do the trick; after all, he used to be a chief psychiatrist, and such lunatics are dangerous to have around. Dr. Jerry knows how to manage him!

Beggar Gang Disciples: Ok.

They drove towards the mountain camp.

It took nearly half an hour to arrive at the camp one after the other.

Dr. Jerry rushed out upon hearing the good news, seeing his old prison buddy, he couldn't help but tear up, "Great! Great! I'm not alone anymore!"

"You were never alone, you're an animal," Allen Zhang retorted.

"You're right, I'm an animal, but these guys are even worse than animals," laughed Dr. Jerry.

"..." Allen Zhang looked at him oddly, bewildered at the old guy's increasing delirium. Could it be he was secretly experimenting on himself? Hope he doesn't end up killing himself.

So many laborers, just use them! They're not even human.

Dr. Jerry administered a calming agent to a few people, and Dr. Tom gradually came to, only to wake up to several people pointing guns at him, which terrified him instantly.

"WTF! Where is this? Who are you?"

"Oh! My butt, my face!"

"My genitals..."

Several people began to wail.

"Shut up!" Allen Zhang snapped, silencing their cries. Dr. Jerry then consoled them, explaining their situation.

"Congratulations! From today, you are prisoners! There are no women, no leaves, no coco, no payment, no personal freedom, but there are chemical agents! From today you start work at 9 AM and finish at 7:30 PM, and around 10 PM you also have to write a paper, working hard for Mr. Jin until retirement! Oh, and yes, I was the one who had you brought here, surprise surprise!"

"...???" The people were shocked and couldn't hold it together.

You f*cking lunatic.

Are you even human?

"Fxxk you! Jerry!" They swore uncontrollably.

Dr. Jerry displeased, retorted, "Fxxk you too! Tom! Snoopy!"

"If it weren't for me recruiting you, you wouldn't know how you'd end up on the streets! Maybe one day you'd get captured for research, then shot on the spot by the FBI!"

"I was cooperating with the Motorcycle Gang, doing research, living freely every day, and you captured me to enslave me? I want freedom!" Dr. Tom's mentality collapsed.

"There's no freedom, but I can send you to God," Allen Zhang said, taking a gun from his associate, loading it, and aiming it at his head, "Do you want freedom, or do you want to die?"

"I think we need to talk. I can work for you, just pay me, whether it's research on leaves or whatever drug."

Dr. Tom immediately looked clear-eyed, recognizing the gravity of the situation.

"I can't be bothered to explain more to you, but for Dr. Jerry's sake, I won't kill you. After staying here for two days, you'll know what you need to do," said Allen Zhang, waving his hand and then having the Beggar Gang Disciples drag them to the dungeon to starve for two days.

Once they figure it out and submit, they'll be released.

Dr. Tom wanted to argue further, but a Beggar Gang Disciple landed a heavy slap on him, instantly making him much more compliant.

The Black Heart Doctor couldn't say a word; he was already on the verge of passing out from blood loss, and the fluctuating emotions caused him to faint again.

Seeing this, Dr. Jerry decisively treated him, "Don't die on me! If you die, who will share my misery?"

You absolutely cannot die!!

"Can you still cure him after all this?" Allen Zhang asked, glancing at the foolish vagrant and the Black Heart Doctor.

"Don't worry, I assure you on my honor, he'll live to work for you," Dr. Jerry confidently replied.

"Good." Seeing his enthusiasm, Allen Zhang felt relieved.

He gave some additional instructions to the Beggar Gang Disciples to hold the fort, then left the camp, boarded an armored transport vehicle, and returned to Los Angeles downtown.

En route, he switched vehicles, driving his Jeep towards Southern New Port Villa. Upon arriving, he saw his RV parked outside, Dominic and the others had already moved in.