America: Starting with Daily Intelligence

Chapter 183 Mountain Top Gathering

"It works well."

Old Jack gave Hypnotic Gas a high rating, went to the hall, gave Old El a thumbs-up, and signaled to retreat.

Before leaving, Old El took out another hypnotic gas and threw it into the hall, where billowing smoke filled the air.

The two hurriedly left the hotel. Their grandson, Maike, who was waiting for them on the roadside, drove a silver-gray Chevrolet. After the two got in the car, he stepped on the gas and drove away from the scene, heading to the casino in the center of Little Rock.

They also contacted the motel owner, getting the employed teenagers to start taking action.

Zhang Ailun listened to their conversation through his headset and soon saw thick smoke billowing from a certain area, and even heard a deafening explosion.

The mission event has officially started at this moment!

Sig and Bailey changed their gear on the spot, locked their guns in the trunk of the car, took out the weapons and equipment left by old Jack, put on gas masks and bulletproof vests, and met at the back door of the casino.

Blitz was incredibly busy, and during his conversation with Old Jack, he quickly managed to remotely hack into the casino's central security cameras. But Old Jack wasn't neglecting his own plans either; he opted for a more violent and stimulating method, sabotaging the power transmission system, causing a complete power outage in the heart of Little Rock!

Let's get hyped!

They communicated through headsets. Old Jack and Old El took the lead, and after all the security personnel were distracted, they stormed in from the front.

He pulled out a hypnotic gas canister and threw it into the hall, then took out an AK and fired wildly at the ceiling.

Rat-a-tat-tat-tat-tat!!!

The staff present were all stunned, never expecting such a violent robber to attempt a robbery. The ordinary players in the lobby immediately covered their heads and lay on the ground, raising their hands in surrender. The black card VIPs in the VIP rooms were warned by the staff and security personnel not to leave, and even some of the security personnel pretended to shoot at thin air.

After emptying the magazine, they became cowards, showing little desire to resist. After all, why would they risk their lives for a few thousand dollars a month?

With the help of the casino mole, Old Jack and Old El successfully took control of the lobby, extorted tens of thousands of dollars in cash from the first-floor accountant, and used their earpieces to call the head of the organization to come in through the back door to help.

After receiving the message, Zhang Ailun instructed Sieg and Bailey to take action, while he himself was responsible for driving and providing backup.

After all, the leader isn't a professional, and going there might just be a hindrance. You know, that ability isn't in their skill list.

Sieg and Bailey pushed open the door and entered. Just as they reached the back door of the casino, they bumped into two headless Filipino security personnel who were frantically running away from the scene.

Upon meeting, the two sides paused for a moment, then quickly took cover and engaged in a firefight!

Before the two men could even retaliate, gunshots rang out behind the two Filipino security guards, and they fell to the ground instantly. Upon closer inspection, it turned out that two traitorous white security personnel had carried out the attack.

Sieg understood that these people were arranged by the white shareholders and applauded their acting skills. The two walked up to the second floor, leading Bailey straight to the casino vault. Upon arriving, they found people lying on the floor. The glass was shattered, tomato sauce was everywhere, and the Filipino monkeys were all dead.

"WTF! These people can kill their own people, what are we supposed to do..." The Baileys were shocked.

"You don't understand, do you? They're using someone else to do the dirty work, pinning all the blame on the robbers. Do you think that million-plus dollars in reward is easy to get?" Zhang Ailun said into his earpiece, sitting in the car and looking at the two people's location coordinates. They weren't far from the vault.

Otherwise, even if Old Jack and his crew worked themselves to death, they still wouldn't be able to pull off the Little Rock casino robbery. This is for the best; letting them handle things internally saves the trouble of having to do it themselves.

Upon arrival at the vault, a fingerprint unlock code was required. The casino's backup power was still operational, and Blitz was tasked with deciphering the code, which would take some time. Sieg and Bailey waited at the vault door to keep watch.

Soon, old Jack and old El arrived as well.

Seeing the two of them standing there dumbfounded, like complete novices, Old Jack couldn't help but curse, "What are you trying to crack! Those Filipino bastards have already called the police. Although the police station has people bribed by their employers, so their response time will be slow, time is the most precious thing right now! Get out of the way! Let me do it!"

He took out a small piece of C4 explosive and stuck it on. It was dark and looked like chewed gum, about the size of a thumb. He inserted the fuse and detonator, and after a few maneuvers, he immediately turned and ran behind a stone pillar, telling the others to find cover and hide.

Press the detonator switch, and accompanied by pleasant music, beep beep beep beep beep... Boom!

Sparks flew and smoke billowed as the C4 explosives blew the door open, sending glass shards flying everywhere and bending the steel pillars.

"How can a C4 the size of a thumbnail have such power?" Bailey gasped. When it comes to the utilization of tools, you have to look at the professionals.

Old El couldn't help but curse, "Fxxk! The employers didn't tell us to demolish the place. What if they withhold our pay?"

"What's it to me? They only told us to take the money from the vault, not how!" Old Jack said matter-of-factly, leading the group straight to the vault. He told the others to be on guard while he entered the password.

With the password entered correctly, Old Jack circled the vault door three times to the left and three times to the right, then pulled it open. A rich, enticing aroma of ink immediately wafted from inside.

When Sieg walked in, it was like entering paradise!

Inside the gleaming vault, the cart was piled high with stacks of Franklin notes, including hundred-dollar bills and quite a few fifty-dollar notes as well.

This is truly like Grandma Liu entering a grand courtyard, or a small knife being pulled on the bottom – it's an eye-opening experience.

My eyes are almost blinded by the light.

"Hurry! Stop looking! Pack it all! Pack it all!!" Old Jack urged immediately. "Pack as much as you can, this will affect our share of the profits!"

He grabbed his bag and headed straight for the iron fence. He took out a welding torch and an electric drill, and started whirring as he pried open the lock, sending sparks flying everywhere. After that, he went straight for the cash and safe inside.

Sieg took out his toolkit and swept the stacks of US dollars into it. Ten thousand, twenty thousand, thirty thousand, forty thousand…

Fifty thousand, sixty thousand, seventy thousand, eighty thousand...

Holy crap! They're making money hand over fist.

He ran around everywhere, stuffing all the money he could see into his bag. It was bulging with at least fifty pounds of cash, and the amount was countless, but it was definitely no less than two million US dollars!

Pele was also dazzled by the amount of banknotes, and while rummaging through his pockets, he said, "What a pity, if only all this money were ours."

"You can't possibly carry that much. Without an inside man's cooperation, we can't buy that much time, and it's very heavy too." Sig was carrying two large bundles and felt that even walking was difficult.

The two men swept the cash and US dollars out of the vault lobby, not even glancing at the loose bills on the ground. Their pockets were stuffed full; they were so busy collecting money that their hands cramped.

Old Jack and Old El had finished dealing with their business and came out carrying a bundle on their backs, along with a paper document that their employer had instructed them to take with them.

Seeing the two of them waiting outside with large bags and bundles, he was stunned. "You've emptied your pockets so quickly?"

"Didn't you say that we should hurry up and leave? It will be difficult to leave if we wait for the police to arrive," Sig urged, carrying his bundle.

The group immediately left the vault, walked downstairs, and slipped out through the back door of the casino. The lobby was already empty; all the players had fled in terror.

Old Jack called out to his driver grandson, Mike, who was waiting outside. Mike drove up to pick them up and loaded the money into the trunk and back seats. Old Jack then updated his employer on the mission's progress, received a message from them, and immediately got into the car.

"They told us to meet at Villa No. 652 on the mountaintop. We've gone there first. Remember to take a detour! We must arrive at that place before nightfall."

After Old Jack finished speaking, he told Mike to drive, and they sped away from Little Rock.

Zhang Ailun watched the Chevrolet leave, then got into the Toyota Highlander he'd gotten for free with Sieg and Bailey, tossed bags of cash into the car, and called on Blitz to plan a route for them.

Blitz replied, "The Filipinos have already called the police. Roadblocks have been set up at intersections near Little Rock to block traffic. There was also a fatal accident on a suburban highway where a truck ran over a car. There have also been arson incidents within Little Rock itself. They don't have the resources to maintain order right now. If you want to reach your destination smoothly, you'll have to take the small roads up the mountain from the suburbs. It should take about four hours to get there."

Zhang Ailun immediately started the vehicle, instructed Sieg and the other man to keep watch, turned the steering wheel around, and sped away from the scene.

Go ahead and go.

More than ten minutes later, the police vehicles finally arrived and began to handle and maintain public order.

When the casino's Filipino shareholder learned that his vault had been robbed and all his employees had been killed, he was instantly furious, his mind went blank, and he was so angry that his fur stood on end.

A chill ran down his spine, and he hurriedly drove to the scene. Led by the staff, he arrived at the vault. Glancing at the empty vault with a few scattered US dollars on the ground, the gray-haired old shareholder immediately clutched his heart, on the verge of fainting.

People nearby rushed to help him up; the old man almost couldn't catch his breath.

The other Filipino shareholders were furious and turned to berate the on-site staff, asking, "Why did this happen? How many robbers were there? How could they handle so many of us? Did they use planes and cannons? Were the security personnel on site just sitting around doing nothing?"

"The security cameras at the scene were all hacked; we didn't capture anything," the white security guard said apologetically, then added seriously, "Their firepower was extremely fierce! There were at least a dozen of them! We didn't dare to resist at all!"

"Then how did they know the vault's password?" the Philippine shareholder questioned.

"Because they robbed the hotel on West Street beforehand. The vault manager and casino executives were all drugged, just half an hour before the incident," the security guard said. "Our department head was also inside; he was drugged too. We didn't receive orders from him during the incident, and many people fought back but were shot dead!"

The Philippine shareholder took a look and suddenly realized that all the people who had fallen were the monkey's fellow villagers.

None of you local white men are dead? Not even many are injured? WTF!!

"Why are all the dead our people? None of you white guys died? I need an explanation!!" The Filipino shareholder was so angry that he jumped up and down, roaring and stomping his feet.

"Because God is protecting us," the security guard replied.

The Filipino shareholders were even angrier after hearing this. "Do you think I'm stupid? God only blesses you white people of Onsaher, not us Filipinos?"

The white shareholders of Onsa arrived late, first expressing their regret for the deceased Filipino security personnel, and then thanking the police officers for their support.

Upon learning of the incident, the Little Rock Police Chief, despite his busy schedule, pushed his 18-year-old white girlfriend off the bed in his villa in Palm Valley and arrived at the scene breathlessly in a silver Bentley.

The police issued a serious statement to the media: "We will absolutely not allow any heinous incidents to occur in Little Rock. Little Rock is a beacon of civilization and a law-abiding city with strict discipline! There has never been any case of organized crime or gang-related activities! The robbers' actions are undoubtedly a provocation against our police department! We will issue a total of $20 in rewards for the capture of those dozen or so robbers! We hope to catch those shameless thugs who robbed the casino as soon as possible!"

The casino's white shareholders expressed their grief, saying, "We've lost at least $2600 million this time!! This includes the share certificates sealed in a safe, and the vast majority of those shares belong to our respected Filipino friends. Without legal documentation, we're afraid we'll have a hard time fulfilling our dividend promises."

The Philippine shareholders were devastated when they heard this.

My legs are feeling a little weak.

Holy crap, you son of a bitch.

The old man, who had just caught his breath, stared wide-eyed after hearing the statement, then collapsed from lack of breath and was rushed to the hospital by the flustered crowd.

You bastard! You despicable and shameless pirates of Anza! Why don't you just rob them?!

No way! You guys are fucking robbing us!

We're competing with you in business, and you can't beat me, so you just go and get someone to overturn the table and smash the pot, right?

You've even pretended to be a victim.

What do you mean by saying all the missing money inside was our money? You didn't lose a single cent, right?

You bastard! Shameless! Utterly shameless!!

what! ! !

The Philippine shareholders couldn't understand why they dared to do this! But when they looked back, they found that the place was full of their people. They were on someone else's turf, and even the police chief of Little Rock was sucking up to them.

Since things have come to this, they still have to bear the losses. In the end, the primitive people can't outmaneuver the old Manchu people!

Zhang Ailun was unaware of what was happening outside. He had been driving around for more than four hours, and by the time he arrived at his destination, it was already dark.

Upon arriving at the mountain villa, they found that Old Jack and his two companions had already arrived. The car was parked in front of the gate, and a bonfire was lit in the villa's yard, emitting the delicious aroma of barbecue.

As soon as Zhang Ailun and his two companions got out of the car, a young white man in a suit and tie came over to greet them warmly and handed them a glass of champagne.

Zhang Ailun was somewhat surprised, while the white bodyguard next to him took the money from their hands.

Pele was still a little reluctant to leave; he had never seen so much money in his life and really wanted to take it with him!

"Friends! Congratulations on successfully completing this transaction! We've won a resounding victory!! Those sons of bitches are packing their bags and heading back to the Asia-Pacific region!! Woohoo! This is a victory for the Ansar people!!"

The young white man laughed loudly, "I've prepared champagne and beautiful women for you. Tonight, they're yours! Come on in and have some fun! Cheers!!"

"Who is this person?"

Zhang Ailun watched the handsome white men and beautiful women singing and dancing, and also took a sip of champagne.

Hmm? It tastes good!

I glanced at the bottle and the brand, and holy crap, $24600 a bottle?

It's only because you rich people know how to spend money.

Old Jack, cigarette dangling from his lips, took a deep drag, exhaled a smoke ring, and said disdainfully, "The employer's foolish son, born with a silver spoon in his mouth. He has a perfectly good job but insists on getting involved in this kind of thing. When I saw him twenty years ago, he was still wearing open-crotch pants."

"How much benefit will we get this time?" The leader only cared about money, and he would only feel at ease if he had money in his hands.

"It won't be less than $120 million! Maybe even $150 million? We did a great job this time, didn't we? This rich kid may be a bit dim-witted, but he's much more generous than his dad!"

Old Jack patted him on the shoulder, turned, and walked towards the beautiful woman in the villa. "Don't think too much about it, boss. It's time for fun!! Have a blast! Tomorrow when you open your eyes, you'll see the US dollars you've been dreaming of!!"

Zhang Ailun exchanged a glance with Bailey and Sieg next to him, and nodded. "Since someone's treating, let's just have fun."

Choose the expensive one.

With the Grand Master's permission, Bailey and Sieg happily went to the mountaintop villa to eat, drink, and have fun.

After the leader went inside, he was also entangled by several blonde, blue-eyed white women. He originally wanted to refuse their services, but later learned that they were actually European models and movie stars who had traveled a long way by private jet.

After much deliberation, the Grand Master gladly accepted.

(End of this chapter)