However, it wasn’t long before Jennifer sent him another message.
Jennifer: Men are so unreliable. I told him the deal blew up, and he just blocked me straight away, Fxxk!!
He glanced at the chat photo sent by Jennifer. The chat frame was black, both users had mysterious avatars; their nicknames were alphabetical codenames. Jennifer was "rose", the other person was "hamster".
The chat content was also quite interesting. Jennifer informed "hamster" about the matter; true to his name, "hamster" was timid as a mouse, immediately shirking responsibility, claiming it had nothing to do with him, and told Jennifer to handle it herself.
Jennifer: Fxxk you! Haven’t you always wanted to sleep with me? You’ve been sweet-talking me, but when it’s time to show your true colors, you back out?
Hamster: I did want to have something going on with you, but I’m not an idiot; there’s no need to risk my life. We’re just collaborators; you should know the rules—get the US dollars, part amicably, and don’t cause trouble for others! I’m still in touch with you indeed because I wanted to sleep with you, but you keep making other excuses, or send me a few AI-generated images to fob me off. Do those photos look like you?
He sent a bunch of abstract pictures to Jennifer in righteous indignation.
With those photos coming in, he can’t even look up while jerking off on the toilet.
Jennifer: How are they not me? This is me!
Hamster: Fxxk you! That’s not you! That’s definitely not you!!
Jennifer: Great, you’ve made me angry. I was just stringing you along for fun, and you really thought I liked you? From the start you were handsy, thinking I’m some cheap street commodity, idiot! Those photos are indeed AI-generated by me. Want to see my private photos? You’re not worthy!
Hamster: Whore! Trash!
Jennifer: Idiot. Consider the last $20 I sent you as compensation for your mom’s hymen repair.
Damn, it’s like a West Coast online brawl.
Allen Zhang was stunned; he didn’t expect Jennifer’s firepower to be so fierce, hitting right in the heart; Hamster was so infuriated he could only block her.
Jennifer: Those damn guys all want to shirk responsibility; I can only rely on you guys now!
Allen Zhang: With this app, you can easily pay someone to help you out. Isn’t it more cost-effective to hire a hitman?
Allen Zhang successfully downloaded and logged into the app through the link sent by Jennifer.
He discovered it was akin to a job-seeking application like 58.com, but it was the Los Angeles Black Market version; the jobs listed were not at all decent ones.
Allen Zhang even saw offers to hire assassins to kill senators and mayors, with negotiations required in person.
Small tasks like helping someone fight on the street, assassinations, illegal goods trafficking, or serious ones like stealing national core intelligence, Fifth Generation Fighter blueprints, nuclear test materials; as long as someone can offer a price and pay, there would be takers!
Whether they can complete the task is another matter; after all, the site was never short of daredevils ready to risk it all for money, all desperate madcaps not in a normal mental state.
And once it involved truly high-risk jobs that could threaten national security, most likely, the FBI, CIA, or Homeland Security Bureau were fishing.
In the posts, Allen Zhang also stumbled upon a profile of a gunman, whose market profit sharing was 8%-16%. You could hire him to assist in armed robberies of banks or jewelry stores. Opening his profile, his resume highlighted in golden letters:
Robbed an Atlantic Bank branch with a gun in 2004. Released on bail in July 2006 and robbed the Federal Reserve Bank. Robbed a jewelry store in September 2014 after being released on bail, arrested and jailed in 2015. Released on bail and employed by a security firm in 2019, resigned the same year, now taking freelance jobs, starting at $5000.
Oh boy, robbing banks so many times and still no remorse, always getting bailed out by accomplices is quite something! How much was the bail?
Are you holding their lives in your hands?
Of course, there are cheaper options, $50 can get someone to teach others a lesson for you, sort out trouble. But it’s hard to say how reliable they are, definitely no professionalism.
Just look at that photo, a street thug from the poor streets, posing in all sorts of positions on a car, waving a baseball bat trying to sell himself.
The photo is even in black and white, which is pretty ominous.
Jennifer: I barely made a few hundred dollars, hiring someone else costs many times more, it’s not worth it at all. I might as well buy a gun on the black market! That would solve all the problems.
Allen Zhang: Do you have a gun license? The police are checking so strictly, there’s no need to take the risk! One report and you could end up in jail. First, go tell Lori to get the camp ready, when I’m done with my stuff, I’ll come back and help you all, and then we’ll take down those Black guys along with your regular customers!
Calling the police is out of the question, after all, Jennifer started by committing romance fraud, wouldn’t calling the cops be walking into a trap?
Allen Zhang could only calm Jennifer down first, devise a plan for her, and buy some close-combat weapons.
After washing the dishes and organizing them in the storage cabinet, Allen Zhang contacted Dominic to ask if his bicycle had been fixed.
Unfortunately, Sieg had just left to collect cans, and hadn’t had a chance to fix the bicycle yet.
Allen Zhang had his own things to deal with too, finished cleaning, greeted Rena and left the house.
He walked to Vima Street in the Seventh District, intelligence showed that a document dealer would appear here at 10:30 in the morning.
By the time he arrived at the bus stop on Route 26 in the Seventh District, the timing was just about right. Allen Zhang stood at the traffic light, looking around.
Soon, he saw a middle-aged Asian man with squinty eyes, wearing a black knit hat and a mask, carrying a canvas bag, wandering around the street corner nonchalantly, observing his surroundings.
After the patrolling officer walked away, he casually approached pedestrians playing with their phones or waiting for the bus, especially those who looked non-local, underage, or had a streetwise vibe.
He quietly asked, "Sir, do you need documents? Full set of documents including blue passport, graduation certificate, gun license, Social Security Card, Driver’s License, birth certificate, legal identity proof, bank account statement, and utility bills are available! Good quality, reasonable price!"
The passerby looked at him in surprise, glanced around to make sure there were no police officers nearby, and then asked softly, "What’s the price?"
Seeing a potential sale, the fake document dealer waved his hand and led the customer into a nearby alley.
Others who were interested followed as well, with Allen Zhang among them.
In the alley, the fake document dealer took out sample documents from his canvas bag and handed them to the man and other customers. Allen Zhang also took a blue passport from him.
It felt and looked almost like the real thing.
Flipping through it, the information was about a Black person born in the 2000s, is this guy supposed to be 18?
He looked so mature and calm, I wouldn’t have guessed he was 40.
"Take a look, all these are handmade by our staff, high-precision equipment and AI-assisted online design, the identity data is also entered into the system, can pass through three checks—inspection, customs, airlines, and borders. No mistakes, fair pricing."
"For only $6000 US dollars, you can get a full set of United States documents, we usually call it the ’family bucket’, valid for four to eight years or twenty years, because the President is elected every four years, and if you’re lucky, even if Immigration Bureau personnel change up and down, you won’t get investigated. If you’re unlucky, even if you did nothing, random checks might catch you. But the odds of that are nearly one in a hundred thousand! We’ve never had a problem in this area, and are also responsible for after-sales work," the fake document dealer asserted.
"Do you have a British passport?" a Caucasian businessman asked.