America: Starting with Daily Intelligence

Chapter 185 My Rocket Launcher is Also a Sniper Rifle

The leader spent some time at the repair shop, test-driving three luxury cars, and Blitz sent another message.

Blitz: I've received my bonus! $25! That's a huge sum! Even if I spent my whole life selling sorghum for Jason, or running a distribution website for Simone, I wouldn't get this much in bonuses.

Zhang Ailun: You underestimate Jason and Simone's abilities. They're just starting out, and they're already earning hundreds of dollars a day. Our business is high risk, high reward.

Blitz: I've already arranged for the buyers to wait at designated locations in the neighborhood [location coordinates]. One is at the tire and car wash on Highway 269 in the suburbs, where a few people will be waiting to pay the balance and pick up their vehicles. Another is at a service station in the suburbs, where a truck with license plate [FDZ★6657] will be parked; you just need to hand over the vehicle to him and collect the balance. The third is in the rocky outcrop area of ​​the suburbs, next to a gas station where a few young men from the countryside will be buying vehicles.

Zhang Ailun: Is that a car with a license plate from Texas?

Blitz: Exactly. They like to use a five-pointed star in the top left corner as their state license plate symbol, with some random little black dot in the middle. California is like a whale's tail and the ocean, so most Los Angeles cars start with AF.

Zhang Ailun: Okay, I'll have someone drive over and deliver the vehicle right away.

Not entirely comfortable entrusting this big deal to his subordinates, the leader decided to go along as well. He had Johnson drive back his Wrangler, which he had parked on West Street, and then called on a skilled Beggar Clan disciple to join him.

Soon, Johnson arrived with Melvin and the beggar gang member. They took the car keys, got into three cars, and drove in a line to the suburbs.

Since they were going the same way anyway, Zhang Ailun drove his Wrangler behind them.

After leaving the city, following the route planned by Blitz's navigation system, it took several tens of minutes to arrive at the tire and car wash on Highway 296.

Three luxury cars and a Jeep Wrangler were parked nearby, quickly attracting the attention of the store's employees. A slightly overweight middle-aged man came out of the store.

He spotted the Corvette immediately and waved with a smile, "Hey! This is the car I ordered!"

Zhang Ailun got out of the car, walked over to greet him, and started chatting. He also took out his phone to look at the character introduction Blitz had given him. "You're Risen? Hello, I'm the owner of Old Pick Auto Repair Shop."

"That's right, it's the Corvette I bought online, and you guys really modified it exactly as I requested! It's so cool, buddy!" Risen walked around the car, looking at the sky-blue paint, and couldn't help but burst into laughter.

"Can I take a test drive?" Risen asked.

"Once you pay the final payment, it's yours. You can drive it however you want."

Zhang Ailun said, "This kind of car is very sought after. The market price after modification is at least around $80,000. That means you can only buy it for $70,000 in an underground car dealership."

"Dude, it looks really cool from the outside, but who knows how powerful it is? I paid several thousand dollars in deposit," Risen said.

Zhang Ailun couldn't refuse him. There were still two cars to deliver, so he simply let Qiao Sen sit in the passenger seat and accompany the guest for a drive around the highway.

The other party got into the car with great interest, and Johnson sat next to him to teach and supervise him. Soon the car started and sped off, disappearing from sight.

"Is this your boss?" Seeing that the other party was having so much fun and wouldn't be back for at least five or six minutes, Zhang Ailun simply walked into the tire shop and took a look at the interior.

"He's someone our boss knows; he's a regular customer," the tire shop employee replied, then glanced at the Maserati and Camaro parked outside and exclaimed, "That car costs at least tens of thousands of dollars! Where did this guy get the money?"

"Who knows? Maybe they won the lottery. Or maybe they sold their house in the countryside," a nearby employee joked.

Zhang Ailun overheard their conversation and didn't care at all about the buyer's source of income. As long as they could pay, it didn't matter how they earned the money.

Not long after, the Corvette was driven back and parked on the side of the road. Risen got out with a grin, "The engine modifications and tuning of this car are indeed quite good!"

The car's power is actually just so-so.

The Beggars' Sect disciples didn't really bother to adjust it after they got the hang of it; they just changed its appearance.

Seeing that he was a novice, Zhang Ailun didn't expose him. He just told him to pay as soon as possible, "The car has been delivered to you. We still have things to take care of. Sir, can you pay the balance now?"

"Of course, I can pay with cash or online banking, right? After all, most people wouldn't be foolish enough to carry tens of thousands of dollars around." Risen chuckled.

If it's not a buddy, who are you picking?

The leader was immediately displeased, as he had nearly $300,000 in cash in his car.

"Okay." Zhang Ailun provided his bank card.

The other party transferred the money truthfully and then paid the leader with $20,000 in cash.

Seeing the notification that the money had arrived, Zhang Ailun shook hands with him cheerfully, "Transaction complete, pleasant cooperation!"

After saying goodbye, he simply got in the car and left, continuing on to the next transaction location.

They soon arrived at the service area and spotted a truck with a Texas license plate in the adjacent parking lot. Zhang Ailun asked Melvin to go over and talk to him, while he sat in the car to enjoy the breeze and rest.

An elderly man with gray hair, wearing a short-sleeved shirt, got out of the car, shook hands with Melvin, chatted for a while, and then sat in the Maserati to experience it. Listening to the roar of the engine, he couldn't help but laugh out loud, saying, "As expected of the CEO."

The two parties quickly reached a deal and readily paid the remaining balance in cash!

Melvin helped drive the Maserati into the cargo bay, secured the vehicle, waved goodbye to the departing passenger, and then carried the suitcase to the leader.

"Boss, there is a total of $82000 in cash. He has already paid a $4000 deposit in advance."

Zhang Ailun took the boxes, counted the number, and nodded in satisfaction.

"Okay, this transaction is complete. Let's move on to the next place."

I started the Wrangler, turned it around, stepped on the gas, and drove away from the service area towards the rocky beach.

Upon arriving here, I saw several young white men from a small rural town sitting on motorcycles, smoking cigarettes, acting like they were the boss of the world.

These small-town youths all seem to be cut from the same mold.

After seeing a Siegfried Chevrolet Camaro and a Jeep Wrangler parked nearby, the white man with blond hair who was leading the group called his men over.

"Hey guys! You're finally here! I've been waiting for you for over an hour! You city folks are so unpunctual!"

"Dear guests, we are already very punctual. There are still a few minutes before the agreed location. You are too early." Zhang Ailun lowered the car window and let Johnson and Melvin go over to help them inspect the car.

"Hey buddy, your Wrangler's pretty good," a young man from the small town said, circling the car and praising it.

"Thank you for the compliment, but the Bumblebee you bought is much better than my beat-up car. You guys have excellent taste." Zhang Ailun smiled.

The last person who said that almost lost a finger. I advise you country kids to refrain from saying such things.

The vehicle inspection was completed quickly, and the roar of the engine filled the group with excitement. One of them approached, carrying a USB flash drive and a cold wallet.

Under Zhang Ailun's astonished gaze, the blond-haired youth handed it over, saying, "There's one Bitcoin inside, enough to cover the price of this car, right?"

Zhang Ailun took the cold wallet, started it up, and glanced at the currency stored on it. There was indeed 1 Bitcoin. He took out his phone and checked today's cryptocurrency price. The price of 1 Bitcoin was $63459 per USD (Tether), which was obviously much lower than when he last traded it.

He pondered, "Buddy, you know how volatile the price of this kind of cryptocurrency is. Maybe if I buy it now, it will drop by several hundred dollars by the afternoon."

"Come on, buddy, I've already paid you several thousand dollars in deposit. I bought this car for $63459, so you guys made a profit! You don't really think we have cash to pay you, except for Bitcoin, do you? That's over $60,000 in savings." The blond-haired youth was quite frank.

"Where did you get this currency? If it's involved in illegal operations or is black market currency that's being recovered, I'm afraid I won't accept it," Zhang Ailun asked.

"These are clean coins! We saved them up for a long time; they're not just mine," the blond-haired youth said.

"Okay, then I'll accept it. Happy to cooperate!" Zhang Ailun pretended to hesitate for a moment, but it was just a formality, and he readily agreed.

"Buddy, you've really hit the jackpot. The price has been dropping for a few days, but it's definitely going to go up soon!" The blond-haired youth said, then led the others to the car with satisfaction.

He said hello, stepped on the gas, and drove away.

After watching them leave, once Johnson and Melvin got into the car, Zhang Ailun simply handed over his Bitcoin cold wallet to Johnson, along with the $100000 USD in his hot wallet and the link code.

"When you get back, contact Blitz and ask him to help you find someone to handle the deal. It's best to sell this hot potato as soon as possible. The people I dealt with last time were pretty good; they were quick and generous with their money."

Zhang Ailun said, "Of the money from the transaction, apart from the $100,000 that needs to be transferred to my bank account, the rest of the Bitcoin is yours to distribute privately."

"Okay! Leave it to me!" Johnson readily agreed.

This is a Bitcoin, worth over $60,000, and they just gave it away as a dividend!

If we're talking about someone, it has to be the Grand Master!

The Jar King of Southern Los Angeles, the Grand Master of the Beggars' Sect, the God of Dream Fulfillment! He's completely out doing charity work.

After following the leader for a few months, even the most despicable beggars on the street can now drive luxury cars and live in apartments.

Life is getting sweeter and sweeter, so be grateful!

Zhang Ailun then instructed Blitz to find buyers for the remaining $100,000 worth of jewelry and gold, and to convert them into usable cash assets as soon as possible.

Blitz: I'm already doing it. But no big retailers are willing to take on these goods; it's mostly small, individual businesses that are only willing to buy things worth ten or twenty thousand dollars at most.

Zhang Ailun: Even the smallest ant is still meat. As long as someone buys it and it can be sold, that's fine. Don't put all your eggs in one basket; going to a few more stores won't make a difference.

Blitz: OK.

After putting away his phone, Zhang Ailun started the Wrangler and drove the people back to the city.

When they reached a traffic light intersection, Zhang Ailun let Johnson, Melvin, and the other two get out of the car halfway through the journey, while he contacted Sieg.

Zhang Ailun: How did your talk with the boss of Armed Nation go?

Sig: We haven't met yet. He's busy today, probably still dealing with compensation issues. He told me to wait for him at the gun shop. Bailey and I have been waiting here for over an hour. He should be bringing people over soon so we can go look at the shop. I heard they'll also be giving away a small hangar in the suburbs. I wonder if there's anything left unattended in there.

Zhang Ailun: They've been so sincere, even giving away a small hangar in the suburbs for free. What's wrong with waiting a little longer? There are plenty of people willing to wait there! I've finished my work here, delivered the vehicles, and made a total of $200,000! Johnson will give you a bonus of over $60,000.

Sig: Thanks, boss!! Actually, waiting here isn't boring at all. The female sales assistants at the gun shop are quite pretty. There's even an electronic shooting range in the backyard where you can practice one-handed recoil control.

Zhang Ailun: One-handed recoil control? What kind of recoil control are you referring to?

Sig: Not a waitress.

Zhang Ailun: Then I'm relieved.

I really thought you guys were eating something really good there.

When the red light turned green, Zhang Ailun put away his phone and drove his Wrangler towards the Armed Kingdom on West Street.

When he arrived, there were no cars left outside. Zhang Ailun parked his car at the usual spot by the roadside, got out, and went inside.

As soon as I entered, I saw Bailey chatting and laughing with the female shop assistant.

Sig sat on the sofa next to him, holding a cup of milk tea, watching Tom and Jerry on TV.

I knew it!

You're all talk and no action, all you're good for is being honest.

"Boss! You're here!" Bailey turned around and saw the Grand Master's arrival. He immediately got up and moved a chair for him, making room for him.

Zhang Ailun glanced at the gun shop's interior design—it was incredibly luxurious! The walls were covered with uniform weapons and ammunition, along with legally issued certificates. There were even tender documents from the regional military on the glass display cases.

This isn't something just anyone can handle; you need at least a colonel or even a general in your network.

The glass case contains a variety of revolvers, semi-automatic, fully automatic, and shotguns; a Remington 700 sniper rifle; AR series military assault rifles; AK series; M4 series; Thompson submachine gun; Vector submachine gun; RPK machine gun; and RPG rocket launcher.

Hand grenades, tactical knife, helmet, night vision goggles, combat boots, level 3 armor.

Of course, these are all minor gadgets. The most expensive are the military drones, capable of carrying large amounts of ammunition and heavy firepower, remotely controlled, and flying at high altitudes. After all, these are the true weapons of mass destruction on the modern, information-based battlefield, unparalleled in their ability to mow down enemies. (Officially certified by Da Mao Er Mao.)

Without a doubt, this armed nation possesses heavy firepower, including large-caliber, high-powered firearms that even the former Los Angeles Police Department did not have.

The reason police officers are now equipped with heavy weapons is due to a bank robbery in North Hollywood in the last century. The robbers, wearing bulletproof vests, stood there firing their heavy weapons and ran rampaging through the streets. The officers' Beretta pistols couldn't even scratch them. They eventually had to urgently purchase several heavy weapons from a gun shop to subdue the robbers. After that, every police car was equipped with shotguns and assault rifles.

Who exactly is buying and selling this thing?

"Hey beautiful, when is your boss coming back?"

Zhang Ailun took a look at the firepower configuration here. If all the firepower were used, it would be enough to take down an island. With drone air support and heavy ammunition, what security door couldn't be blown open?

"It might take a while. There's an electronic shooting range in the backyard; you can go there and play for free if you get bored," the female clerk said with a smile.

Zhang Ailun also took her advice and followed the female clerk to the electronic shooting range in the backyard. Although it was called an electronic shooting range, it actually used real guns.

It's just that the sensors and signalers have been modified. There's no need to load bullets; you just need to aim at the target on the other side and pull the trigger. The infrared aiming is considered a hit.

Zhang Ailun picked up the game with ease and scored a lot of points. He could consistently score points on fixed targets at 10, 20, and 30 meters, and his marksmanship improved noticeably.

It doesn't matter whether it's eight or nine rings. The leader has actually fought in real combat, so he knows that even sharpshooters aren't that amazing. Anyway, when moving, getting a headshot with a pistol from ten meters away is all luck, just a matter of blind cats catching dead mice.

Dude, you're a great shot? Then come snipe me from mid! My rocket launcher is a sniper rifle too!

Practice makes perfect. If you can cover the enemy's firepower, there's no need to rely on experience or tactics. No matter how good your sniping skills or your urban combat maneuvering are, it's no match for a drone-dropped shell that's right in your face!

With a drone in your left hand and Blitzcrank in your right, what should you call me?

(End of this chapter)