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Cooper leaned in and whispered, "If he gets divorced from his wife, he'll have to split two houses and two cars, plus half the money in the bank account will be gone, and he'll have to pay alimony."

"Discussing your boss behind his back is not a smart move." Allen Zhang immediately said seriously, "The honorable Congressman has been diligently serving the citizens, he's truly a respectable leader."

The chiefs from Southern Branch could embezzle millions in a single go. Which chief doesn't own at least two houses bought in full? The chief from Little Rock even has a villa in Palm Valley and keeps two eighteen-year-old white girls.

Our dear Congressman from Zone 5 started from scratch and he's still taking out mortgages to buy a house. It's truly touching.

Such an upstanding official!!

Once the General Sect Leader gets back, he's decided to find the Congressman a full apartment, so he doesn't end up homeless and wandering the streets after his divorce, unable to pay off the mortgage.

"Our Hanberger Foundation is also short of an advisor at the moment, would you be interested in doing some part-time work?" Allen Zhang then asked Cooper.

"I think the job I'm doing now as a shelter manager is pretty good," Cooper hesitated, wanting to refuse.

"The work is easy, $20,000 to $30,000 a month, tax-free, plus bonuses," Allen Zhang said.

Cooper's expression changed in an instant, and he enthusiastically said, "Mr. Jin, what are you talking about! Of course, I would love to take the job. Just tell me whatever you need, and if it's inconvenient for you, have Rena let me know. I'll go and greet the Congressman myself, guaranteed to get it done!"

"Then it's settled," Allen Zhang nodded in satisfaction, took out his cell phone, and contacted Zorro, who had been quietly recuperating these past two days, inquired about his health, and asked him to come and drive for him.

Zorro: Do you have a mission for me? Who do you want me to kill?

Allen Zhang: I'm not killing anyone, I just need you to help drive. I've had drinks and can't drive, this is Los Angeles! Not Laredo! This is a law-abiding society!

Zorro: Drinking isn't the same as smoking a leaf, you can't drive after that? City slickers really have too many annoying habits, lacking freedom. Alright, I'll be right there.

In Laredo, it's not just about driving drunk, even if you were smoking a leaf and jerking off at the same time, nobody cares, as long as you don't get into an accident. Someone dying is a minor issue, who cares how you drive?

Zorro arrived after waiting for about fifteen minutes.

Dressed in a black jacket, jeans, Martin boots, wearing sunglasses and a mask, he looked like a mysterious figure, walking with a breeze, his bandages already removed, and seemingly recovering well from his wounds.

After getting in the car and buckling up, Allen Zhang and Cooper waved goodbye. He set up the GPS and said, "First, we'll go to the camp to change into a delivery truck, and then head to the warehouse on the outskirts."

"Okay."

The General Sect Leader didn't say much, and Zorro didn't ask further, showing great professional discipline.

After these two days, he pretty much understood the business the General Sect Leader was involved in.

But he didn't really want to go work for Armed Nation. He had already made hundreds of thousands of dollars in the stock market, so he could just bum around, play poker in bars, and wait for the General Sect Leader to assign him tasks.

After all, the General Sect Leader was so wealthy that he became a billionaire overnight, and precisely needed such professional talents! Shrimp, he was professional!

He was just meant to help the General Sect Leader solve problems.

In a matter of minutes, they drove to the warehouse on the outskirts. Zorro just parked nearby, lit a cigarette, and soon saw a conspicuous military truck turn into the warehouse area.

A few soldiers in camouflage military dress got off the truck and began unloading and moving things. Large and small packages were piled up, covered with black cloth; it was impossible to see what was inside.

After unloading all the goods from the truck, those people got back on the truck and left in a hurry, leaving behind only an old man.

The man took out his phone and dialed a number, only for the ringtone to go off beside him.

The old man was instantly taken aback.

Allen Zhang, seeing the caller ID, also cheerfully opened the car door, got out, and greeted, "No need to call, I've been waiting here for a while."

Martin Marusen, seeing the appearance of the General Sect Leader, suddenly became a bit unsettled.

He asked doubtfully, "I haven't even contacted you, how did you know I had finished loading the goods?"

"Of course, I have my sources of information. I've always been paying attention," Allen Zhang smiled and, followed by Zorro, went straight to the goods, lifted the black cloth to peek, noticing military labels on the boxes.

He pointed at the boxes and asked, "Do you mind if I have a look inside?"

"Suit yourself, as long as the money is ready," Marusen thought it over and didn't mind.

After all, he was just trying to make money. When the money was in hand, he'd still have to share the profits with the staff at the airplane graveyard; it couldn't all be kept to himself.

People who hog all the wealth for themselves do not end well!