America: Starting with Daily Intelligence

Chapter 181 A Romantic Encounter

Late at night, old Jack drove to Little Rock and checked into the same motel.

After confirming the information, old Jack, along with old El and his grandson, knocked on Zhang Allen's door from outside.

Zhang Ailun received the message, went over and opened the door for them. After glancing outside and seeing that no one else was paying attention, he immediately let the three of them in.

Old Jack, carrying a briefcase and wearing a baseball cap, placed the weapons and equipment on the table and introduced them: "This is Old El, and this is his grandson, you can call him Maiko."

Zhang Ailun nodded, looking at the slightly overweight old man with gray hair, but full of energy and vigor despite his advanced age.

There was also his tall, imposing grandson, standing at 1.85 meters, with eyes filled with a clear, innocent foolishness, giving off a somewhat dull and endearing vibe.

He smiled, extended his hand, and greeted them, "Hey guys! My name is Humbert Juan King. People on the street give me face, and they usually call me Mr. King."

Old El had done his research before coming, but he still had some doubts and distrust about the Grand Master. "Buddy, you're too young. It's not that I don't trust you, but you guys joined halfway through. If Old Jack hadn't assured me that there wouldn't be any problems with this deal, I would have even suspected that Old Jack had some leverage over you!"

He did indeed have something on the Grand Master's hands, and he has already been granted amnesty.

Zhang Ailun smiled and said, "Old Jack and I are old friends. We hit it off immediately."

"Indeed, the brandy in his bar tastes good. I'll work for him from now on," Old Jack said casually, opening his briefcase, taking out an unnumbered shotgun, and beginning to clean and maintain it.

"Tomorrow we'll use these things to teach those rich bitches a lesson!"

"Didn't you say you'd retire after this deal? Why are you going to work for someone else? Anyway, I'm planning to stop once I've made $30, and my grandson Mike thinks the same way."

Old El said, "I'm just an ordinary old man, and I have no intention of getting involved in your future business. If you hadn't said that you wanted to fulfill your youthful dream and that you were short of manpower, and we were also short of money, we wouldn't have taken such a big risk to do this kind of thing."

"There will be no risk whatsoever, I guarantee it!" Old Jack said confidently.

He then looked at Zhang Ailun, "Your robot is indeed quite useful. With its help, we can easily break into the vault, block the casino's cameras and signals, and leave no extra clues. And that map-generating app is pretty useful too!"

Zhang Ailun thought for a moment before realizing that the robot he was referring to was Blitz.

"Have you prepared all the other arrangements for tomorrow? Is there anything else we can help you with?" Zhang Ailun asked.

Old Jack said, "The vault manager will message me later, inviting the casino executives to a dinner. We can just go and block the entrance and take them all out. I've already prepared tear gas and sleeping gas. They'll take care of the major shareholder's security personnel; we won't need to lift a finger."

They pulled out stockings, a gas mask, drill bits and a professional electric drill, a welding torch, C4 explosives, detonators, tear gas, and sleeping gas. No wonder they're ruthless bandits; their tools for committing crimes are complete!

"We got this drill bit from a construction site in the suburbs on our way here. To get it, we had to drive around that group of motorcyclists at the site twice before we shook them off! They're no good either; they've basically robbed all the convenience stores around here!" Old Jack said with a sneer.

I understand, it's a prerequisite task.

The Grand Master has done this before when he was online, but his methods were never as gentle as yours; he went straight for the artillery barrage.

"If you'd like to experience the thrill of robbing a casino, you can choose to join us with your people, help us carry our bags, and drive us around. If you don't want to do that, then just stay outside and watch the show."

Old Jack said, "The employer will only contact us to let us know the delivery location after we've succeeded. Don't worry, there's no risk at all! I'm a professional! I've been doing this process for twenty years."

"Okay." Zhang Ailun discussed the specific situation and arrangements with them again, then opened the door to see them off and watched them stay in the room next door.

When I got back, I glanced at the time and it was 2 a.m., so I washed up and went to bed.

……

The next day.

Zhang Ailun was awakened by the knocking. He opened his eyes, glanced at Sieg on the next bed, and found that he was no longer there. He simply got dressed, washed his face, and said, "Stop knocking, the door is about to break!"

I opened the door. Outside, a beautiful woman with wavy hair, scantily clad, and a hot figure, smoking, appeared to be the motel owner.

"Madam, is there something you need?" Zhang Ailun asked, somewhat surprised.

The landlady glanced at Zhang Ailun's muscular physique, her impatience vanishing instantly, replaced by a shrewd look. She said in a strained voice, "Guest, I just wanted to ask if you're renewing your room? Do you need breakfast? If not, you'll need to settle your bill."

Zhang Ailun took out his phone and glanced at the time, somewhat bewildered. "It's only eight in the morning, and we're already checking out? Settling the bill? Didn't we pay yesterday? You should return our deposit."

"Guest, those two old men next door ordered two breakfasts and a massage service from us, saying they want to put it on your tab," the proprietress said with a smile.

Zhang Ailun was immediately annoyed. These two old men! What do they take the Grand Master for?

Is it a case of using public funds to swindle money and get free food and drinks?

It's always been the Grand Master who gets to take advantage of others, but today it's finally his turn to be taken advantage of.

Zhang Ailun refused, saying, "I don't know them. Are you sure they want me to pay?"

"Guests, I saw them enter your room yesterday. You seemed to be carrying guns, right? What were you planning to do?" The landlady chuckled.

Zhang Ailun frowned slightly, then put on a smile. "Okay, I'll pay for them. How much?"

"$500, including confidentiality fee!" The proprietress exhaled a smoke ring that was practically touching the leader.

"So what can I do to get this fee waived?" Zhang Ailun carefully examined the proprietress. She had long, snow-white legs with painted nails.

Seeing how cooperative he was, the landlady pushed open the door and came in. "I need to check the cleanliness of the room before I can let you check out."

She bent down, revealing black lace trim.

He turned around and said with a smile, "There's hair on the ground! It must be yours."

"Who doesn't have hair?"

Zhang Ailun said irritably, slamming the door shut behind him, "What exactly do you want?"

"Either you pay me $500, or you'll satisfy me today. Old Jack said you'd give me a satisfactory answer. Don't think I don't know what he's doing here! He asked me to hire someone to commit arson!" the landlady said.

"You know Old Jack, right?"

Zhang Ailun suddenly realized that these were his own people.

Damn, this old man is unreliable. Zhang Ailun thought he had some clever trick to hide himself, but it turns out he had a middleman.

Sure enough, these people are all a makeshift team. Without you, Master, this plan will fall apart sooner or later!

Zhang Ailun thought for a moment and said, "Okay, I can pay you $500. As long as you guarantee things will go smoothly."

The proprietress, however, was displeased. "What do you mean? I've already said it, don't you understand? Do you think I really want money? You're not impotent, are you?"

Zhang Ailun has become serious. You can say that the Grand Master is no good in other aspects, but he's no good in this one!

"I can fight you all day long!!"

"An hour will be enough, darling."

Sieg bought breakfast and returned, then knocked on the door. A few minutes later, the door opened, and a stunningly beautiful woman with a flushed face and disheveled, wavy hair hurriedly left.

Sig was a little confused. "What's going on? Did I knock on the wrong door?"

I checked again, the room number is correct.

He also felt that the woman who had just passed by looked somewhat familiar; she seemed to be the owner of a motel.

Upon entering, one sees the Grand Master dressed neatly and looking refreshed.

Sig's expression also turned strange. "When I was around, did it affect your performance?"

"She came to me herself to blackmail me. Those two guys, Old Jack and Jack, are completely unreliable. I'm the victim," Zhang Ailun said irritably.

However, the proprietress was indeed still charming, and the leader thoroughly enjoyed himself.

I counted the two thousand US dollars in cash left behind by the other party. It cost billions to acquire it, and I made a fortune as soon as I woke up this morning. What kind of thing is this?

The Grand Master has a bad stomach; he's definitely better suited to businesses where he can make money while lying down.

Sieg was starting to question his own existence. Why did he always seem to miss out on these kinds of good things?

When Zhang Ailun saw that Sieg had brought back breakfast, he accepted it without hesitation and replenished his energy before finally having time to take out his phone to check the daily news.

[Daily News: A romantic encounter is expected at your motel this morning. If you choose to accept the challenge, you may receive a reward if you perform well.]

It was all preordained!

[Daily News: A tire shop in Little Rock will be receiving a $4000 shipment of tires from Palm Valley. While traveling on Highway 124 (gray road), they will be ambushed and robbed by a motorcycle gang hired by their rival, resulting in a fierce gunfight.]

Tsk. No wonder it's the wild West Coast. After leaving Los Angeles, a city governed by the rule of law, there's looting, vandalism, and arson everywhere.

[Daily News: Your trusted lieutenant, Bailey, had his wallet stolen around 3 AM last night, was robbed, got lost, and is now homeless.]

Zhang Ailun: ...

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Come on, I'm going to just rob it. When the vault door opens, all the money inside will be ours.

This establishment has a terrible reputation; it's completely illegitimate. Even if you manage to get the money, you'd be lucky to spend it, and you might easily alert them.

[Daily Intelligence: An armed robbery is expected near an ATM in the East Side of Little Rock. Officers have been notified and will be patrolling East Street for two hours. This is not expected to affect your mission.]

Oh no, the intelligence from this small place isn't working either. Why is it so chaotic here?

It was all arson and robbery; if you didn't know better, you'd think you'd arrived in Miami.

"Pele hasn't come back all night?" Zhang Ailun asked Sieg, puzzled.

"It should be. He left with that little girl named Lanny last night, and we don't know where they went. But don't worry, he's a grown man, he won't get lost." Sigmie ate her breakfast happily, completely unconcerned.

"That's not necessarily true." Zhang Ailun chuckled. "Little Rock is such a small place. If he didn't come back at night, something must have happened. If he was kidnapped by the locals and they're demanding a large sum of money, I'd actually feel relieved. I'm more afraid that he'll be laundered by some black guy on the street."

The Grand Master really can't afford to lose face like this.

Upon hearing this, Sieg immediately took out his phone. "Shall I call him and ask?"

At the leader's instruction, he immediately dialed Bailey's number, and the call was answered quickly.

Seeing this, Sieg chuckled. "I told you he wouldn't lose himself. Hello? Little Air Force Sergeant? Where are you?"

"Bro, your friend's phone is mine now, don't call again." A thick West Coast Black accent came through the phone, and then the call ended.

"..."

Sig stared at the Grand Master for two seconds.

He immediately said angrily, "Fxxk! Bailey, that idiot! He can't even protect his own things! I'm going to get him right now! Hopefully, it won't affect our plans!"

"That would be for the best." Zhang Ailun was no longer worried at all.

Having spent too much time on the streets of big cities and grown accustomed to the good life under the leadership, they may have forgotten the cutthroat and dangerous nature of the suburbs. It would be good for them to learn from their mistakes.

This isn't the delicate Los Angeles! Those black guys on the streets have AK detonators and C4 explosives.

Sieg went out and found the person in less than half an hour.

He dragged Bailey back to the motel to meet the Grand Master, who was so angry he laughed. "When I found this guy, he was naked and begging next to a trash can."

Bailey felt a little embarrassed and said awkwardly, "Yesterday I gave that girl some money and sent her away. I was thinking of going to a bar to relax, but I didn't expect that my wallet would be stolen so soon after I sat down. I chased after them to try to get my things back, but a group of black people stopped me. They beat me up, stripped me of my clothes, and stole my phone."

"I've already asked around, and it's a group of local Black people who do it. They run a repair shop in the eastern suburbs of Little Rock, and they often scatter nails on the road to puncture car tires, then charge people a lot of money to install new tires on the old ones," Sieg said.

New and used tires? What does that mean? Are they the kind that were just taken off someone else's car?

"It's a good thing you didn't bring a gun, otherwise it would have definitely caused a chaotic gunfight. This place is not like Los Angeles; it's full of outlaws. Even bounty hunters have to be careful to leave here."

Zhang Ailun took out his phone and contacted Old Jack. When the other answered, he couldn't help but snap at him, "You've gotten me into trouble first thing in the morning! What's with that motel owner?"

Old Jack said matter-of-factly, "Did you enjoy it?"

"..."

"She's my distant cousin's daughter. I need her help with this so our plan can continue. Old El and I are already waiting at the hotel entrance, just waiting for the vault manager to send us a message. They probably won't be here for lunch until noon, so we have plenty of time!"

Old Jack explained, "She's incredibly generous! She owns two houses in downtown Palm Valley! She also has a $50 private jet and two $10 luxury cars. You've benefited from all that and you're complaining to me? What kind of world is this?"

"There's an armed robbery at the ATM on East Street, be careful," Zhang Ailun said, changing the subject. He hadn't expected the motel owner to be such a wealthy woman! No wonder she was so generous.

"What does this have to do with us? There are robberies here every day, and the police can't keep up with it all," Old Jack said dismissively.

Don't forget, we're here to rob people too.

"They will patrol here for two hours. Do not make any moves during these two hours."

"I understand. This information is indeed very important!" Old Jack sighed. "If I had had accurate intelligence back then, I wouldn't be in this situation."

"I'm hanging up. Be careful." Zhang Ailun put away his phone, and while there was still time, he decided to stand up for his good-for-nothing underling.

Even a powerful dragon can't suppress a local snake, but he did today! Anyway, he'll just have to run away after he makes some big moves.

(End of this chapter)