America: Daily Intelligence Starting with the Homeless

Chapter 62 The Real Uses of Cars

After receiving Donal's message, Lin Simon ordered everyone to leave the tent and disguised himself as still sleeping by wearing cotton-padded clothes and coats.

Then, a large net was stretched over the high part of the bridge arch using waterproof cloth.

It was pitch black outside and raining heavily, so Marcus's team couldn't detect anything at all.

When Simon Marcus and his men fell into the trap, he ordered the campers to lower the waterproof cloth, which plummeted down like a net, engulfing Marcus and his three henchmen.

The next step was to let everyone do whatever they wanted, punching and kicking through the waterproof cloth.

The underlings cried and begged for mercy, and Marcus was both angry and anxious. He struggled and cursed wildly in the cloth, but he couldn't fight back at all and could only passively take the beating.

Thanks to Simon Lin's suggestion, Donal deliberately slowed down and backed away when Marcus and the others tried to enter the tent, avoiding the area covered by the tarpaulin.

Hearing the pitiful screams coming from inside the rag, he felt a strange sense of emotion.

Every time I ran into Lin Ximeng before, I would inevitably get beaten up, but this time I finally avoided it!

Donal was feeling pleased when he suddenly noticed a large bulge in the tarpaulin in front of him.

Immediately afterwards, a disheveled figure emerged—it was Marcus, his eyes gleaming with malice.

Marcus saw Donal in front of him and asked in confusion, "What happened? How did we get ambushed?"

He couldn't help but think to himself: they were operating in the rain and their route was concealed; unless someone tipped them off in advance, it was impossible for them to be ambushed beforehand.

Marcus looked around. The henchmen in the group were still screaming and howling in pain, but Donald stood there, his clothes a little wet, but he was unharmed.

"You betrayed us?" Marcus roared through gritted teeth, punching Nar in the nose.

Donal was a little too happy and let his guard down, so he took the punch squarely and his nose started bleeding.

Marcus was about to throw another punch when Simon Lin kicked him in the lower back: "You black bastard, you can run pretty fast."

[Skill, Street Brawl Lv.1, Activated]

Lin Ximeng had just kicked once when he immediately exerted force with both hands.

He unleashed a barrage of attacks on Marcus:

He nudged the other person with his elbow, making them groan, and then deliberately bumped their calf with his knee.

Marcus doubled over in pain and was about to swing his baton in retaliation when Lin Simon grabbed his wrist tightly, twisted it in the back, and the short baton clattered to the ground.

"I'll help you too!"

Donal wiped the blood from his nose, his eyes blazing with anger, and seized the opportunity to rush forward and start punching Marcus in the back.

Marcus was surrounded from both sides and could only endure the beating from both men. He was beaten so badly that he squatted on the ground covering his head, and then he was pulled up and punched again. His curses gradually turned into screams of pain.

Before long, the campers dragged out the three underlings from the waterproof cloth and tied them up tightly with thick ropes together with Marcus.

[Skill Upgrade: Street Fighting lv1 upgraded to lv2]

[You've become an elite street fighter, confidently shouting even when surrounded by multiple opponents: I'll take on ten!]

Lin Ximeng was pleasantly surprised. He casually moved his wrist and felt that he was more agile.

Gloria looked at Marcus, who was tightly bound, with disdain: "Is this all the people are capable of? They're not nearly as good as Isidora made them out to be."

Marcus, visibly defiant, struggled and roared, "This was an ambush! We didn't lose! Do you dare fight us fair and square?"

Jeff scoffed, "Heh, that's easy for you to say. You sneaked into the camp in the dark, were you here to deliver breakfast?"

Marcus snorted, panting heavily, but instead curled his lips into a mocking smile: "Don't be so smug. Even if you catch me, it won't do you any good. I won't say a word about what you want to ask! Just wait, we Black Penguins won't let you get away with this."

Lin Ximeng squatted down, his tone indifferent: "I don't care. Are you meeting with people from the pharmaceutical company today? I already know about your business."

Marcus's expression changed drastically: "How did you know?"

According to Marcus, this was a secret known only to the middle and upper management of the Black Penguin; he hadn't expected Horus to know it too.

Simon Lin smiled and said, "Not only that, I also heard from boxer Brock that you Black Penguins always like to throw a hamburger party to celebrate after you finish your work."

As he spoke, his gaze swept over Marcus. "So, where are the patties and bread you use to make hamburgers?"

He remembered that the daily intelligence report indicated a food shortage in one of the neighborhoods today, so he needed to collect more food.

When it comes to gathering food, what could be more efficient than stealing what someone else has prepared in advance?

Marcus was completely unwilling to reveal anything: "You're so good at this, just keep guessing, I won't say anything."

Gloria scratched her head: "This guy's so stubborn, we can't keep him tied up forever, can we?"

The others in the camp didn't have any good ideas either.

Lin Simon turned to Donal and asked, "You drove here, right? Where did you park?"

Donald pointed to the location of the car.

Simon Lin clapped his hands: "I have a good idea."

Before he finished speaking, he bent down and grabbed Marcus: "Let me test just how tough your mouth really is."

After saying that, Simon asked Donal to hold an umbrella for him, grabbed Marcus, and walked step by step toward the car in the rain.

When they reached the car, Simon asked Donal for extra rope and used it to tightly tie Marcus's hands behind his back.

Then he pulled out a rope nearly ten meters long, tied one end firmly around Marcus's waist, and the other end to the hook at the rear of the car.

Lin Ximeng got into the driver's seat, started the engine, and the low "hum" sound was particularly clear in the rainy night.

Peeking out, Lin Simon gestured with his chin towards Marcus, who stood stiffly in the rain: "This is the last time I'll ask, are you ready to confess?"

Marcus clenched his fists, watching Lin Simon's series of actions, feeling increasingly uneasy.

But she still stubbornly shouted, "No matter what you do, it's no use. I'm the most loyal to the black penguin!"

"very good."

Lin Ximeng chuckled softly, lightly pressed the accelerator, and the car slowly started moving.

Marcus was being pulled along by the rope and was forced to keep up. The muddy ground soaked by the rain made his steps unsteady, and he had to struggle to maintain his balance with each step.

Before he could adjust, Lin Ximeng's feet became slightly heavy, and the car started moving at a steady speed. The taut rope propelled him forward, and he staggered, almost falling over. He could only jog awkwardly to catch up.

Just as he was barely keeping up with the pace and catching his breath, Lin Ximeng suddenly slammed on the brakes.

Marcus was thrown forward by inertia and fell heavily into the mud. His chest ached from the rope, and his cheeks scraped against the gravel, leaving several bloody scratches.

"Damn it! You're insane!"

He roared as he propped himself up, about to utter another curse, when the car slowly started again, repeating the previous process.

Simon Lin kept his speed between 20 and 30 kilometers per hour, just enough for Marcus to keep up, but not enough to relax.

Every time he drove a certain distance, he would deliberately jerk the steering wheel, instantly changing the direction of the rope's tension and throwing Marcus violently to the ground.

Occasionally, he would suddenly brake, watching Marcus fall and get covered in mud before starting again.

The gravel and discarded cans in the muddy ground constantly scraped Marcus's skin, and the cold rain poured into his collar, with pain and cold intertwining and engulfing his entire body.

The crowd under the bridge watched with great interest. Riley and Gloria were particularly captivated, laughing, "So cars can be used like this!"

Jeff shrank his neck and muttered, "Thank goodness it wasn't me, just thinking about it makes me cringe."

The three black henchmen, who were tied up, were trembling with fear, their eyes filled with terror. They were afraid that they would be the next ones to be tied up and tortured, and they didn't even dare to breathe loudly.

Marcus's mental state gradually collapsed, from initial angry resistance to later painful groans, and finally to desperate cries as he was dragged along.

Every time he fell and couldn't get up, almost losing consciousness, Simon Lin would stop the car and wait for Marcus to struggle to his feet and catch his breath.

Before Marcus could catch his breath, Simon Lin immediately accelerated again.

The repeated torment completely broke down Marcus's psychological defenses.

When the car braked suddenly again, Marcus fell heavily to the ground, his forehead bruised.

He couldn't take it anymore and shouted at Lin Ximeng, "I'll talk! I'll talk, I'll tell you everything, please stop torturing me!"