America: Starting with Daily Intelligence

Chapter 187 Suburban Hangar

A minute later, Blitz sent another message: OK. The other party has received the cryptocurrency and paid $10 in cash! When are you coming back for the money?

Zhang Ailun: We're still dealing with the gun shop and the suburban hangar, so we might not be back until tonight. Just deposit that money into my charity card.

Blitz: Okay, then you can go ahead and get busy.

Soon after, the mobile app displayed a notification that $100000 had been deposited. Zhang Ailun put away his phone with satisfaction, calculated his income and expenses for the day, and found that he still had $415,809 left in savings.

They really spend money like water.

If you buy a gun shop, you'll need to stock up on guns. If it's just for internal sales, the weapons and equipment don't need to be too good or too expensive.

A Barrett sniper rifle priced at $12000 can be the store's prized possession. The internal purchase price isn't that high, but it still costs seven or eight thousand dollars. The profit margin in between is pitiful, and there's also the risk of theft.

RPG rocket launchers, even if you dare to sell them in a gun shop, ordinary customers wouldn't dare to buy them; they're completely for show.

While regular weapons are relatively inexpensive, the profit margin is low and takes too long to realize. It's more profitable to engage in smuggling and escorting private goods.

Sieg and Bailey quickly cleaned the hangar, while Zhang Ailun watched the takeoffs and landings on the tarmac.

Other hangar owners drove over, and one pulled out a Cessna 310 five-seat private jet from the third hangar next door. Zhang Ailun checked the bidding website and the official price on his phone and couldn't help but gasp. Around $38—even a used one would cost $20!

You have a hangar, but you can't afford to buy several planes, what should you do?

What's the difference between this and buying a Maybach but not being able to afford the gas, or buying a gun shop but not being able to afford the weapons?

Zhang Ailun immediately decided to bring over the glider to temporarily fill the gaps, and to deal with the rest later when he had more money.

He beckoned Bailey over, patted him on the shoulder, and said, "You must have flown planes a lot when you were in the military, right? How were your skills as an air force pilot? What types of fighter jets did you fly?"

Seeing that the Grand Master intended to test his abilities, Bailey immediately replied, "I can fly A-10 fighter jets, AC-130 transport fighter jets, B-1 strategic bombers, F-15 fighter jets, and F-16 fighter jets—I can fly all of these types during training exercises!"

"Why are they all old-fashioned aircraft? Aren't there any F-22s, F-35s, or B-2 bombers for you to train with?" Zhang Ailun asked, somewhat puzzled.

"They're a bit old, but these planes can still defeat 99% of the air forces of other countries."

The F-16's record against Soviet aircraft is terrifying, with a score of 0:69.

To this day, no one has surpassed it. It's like it's defecating on the Soviet Union's head and leaving you scratching your head helplessly.

Although the technology of this model is old, it is still an excellent third-generation fighter jet with powerful capabilities.

Bailey was a little exasperated. "Boss, what do you think the F-22 is? It's a top-of-the-line fifth-generation fighter jet! Only veteran ace pilots trained in the Air Force are qualified to fly it. How could an ordinary sergeant like me be qualified to fly it? At most, I fly wingmen during mission training. Just the aircraft I've flown are far ahead of other countries."

"Then I'll give you a task: come with me to the car graveyard and drive the glider over." Zhang Ailun told Sieg to wait there, preparing to go to the suburbs to get the glider for storage.

"No problem. Boss, let alone a glider, I can even fly a private jet with my feet." Bailey found confidence in his area of ​​expertise.

"Okay, then you're not allowed to use your hands the whole time."

"..." Bailey's face stiffened. "I was just saying, you still need to use your hands while driving."

Zhang Ailun smiled and said, "Young man, you're still too green to show off in front of the Grand Master."

After greeting Sieg, Bailey grabbed his flight gear and parachute and headed to Mike's modification shop in the suburbs.

Several tens of minutes later, I arrived at the scene, parked the car on the side of the road, and was about to go in and knock on the door when I found that no one was at the modification shop, and the backyard on the other side of the alley was also closed.

Zhang Ailun simply sent Mark a message, asking where he was, and said he would bring his men to pick up the goods.

Mark: [Location coordinates], hurry up, I'm waiting for you here.

Zhang Ailun glanced at the location; it was a ten-minute drive from the modification shop, in a flat area, so he simply took Bailey and drove there.

After some time, Zhang Ailun and Bailey arrived at the scene by car. Mark and the old man from the car dealership were also there. The glider had already had its thrusters installed. Seeing the leader arrive, the two greeted him warmly, "Hey! You're here!"

Zhang Ailun got out of the car and inspected his glider, nodding in satisfaction. "It's well-maintained. Can I drive it away now?"

"Of course, but we haven't tested its performance yet. After all, I've never flown a plane before, and I don't have the necessary certifications. Since your people are here, you can just drive it away," Mark said. "But have you prepared a place to store it? In the city or somewhere else?"

"No need for that trouble, because we've already prepared the hangar. It's right there at the Weilin Airport in the suburbs," Zhang Ailun explained.

"..." No, you're serious.

Mark felt a little numb.

Why are you parking a glider in a hangar? Are you planning to buy a private jet and a fighter jet in the future?

But since this was someone else's private matter, he didn't say much and turned to introduce his masterpiece.

"Your glider's starter is a bit too old. Most modern gliders use propellers for start-stop. I've modified a new starter for you, which uses a turbine for traction. It can launch and glide to start, but it has some requirements for the road surface, so I chose to park it on a relatively flat surface."

Zhang Ailun looked at the induction device, a separate facility from the glider. It required activating the equipment to pull the glider into motion, using updrafts for a steady ascent. He wondered, "Does this thing need to be stored away after use?"

"Of course. This isn't a one-time thing. Didn't you drive here? But there are only two of you, how are you planning to get back?" Mark asked, puzzled.

"It's simple, I'll hire you to follow behind!" Zhang Ailun patted his shoulder. "That way, if anything happens along the way, we can easily ask you to fix it and compensate us."

"Boss, if something happens in the sky, we're definitely doomed," Bailey said speechlessly.

"I'm not a prison guard, and this isn't a Sikorsky S-76 helicopter. What do you think parachutes were invented for? Get on board!"

Zhang Ailun handed the car keys to Mark, sent him the location coordinates, and, for safety reasons, switched to professional flight gear and put on a parachute.

Pele sat in the cockpit, familiarizing himself with the buttons, while Zhang Ailun sat in the back seat.

After closing the windshield, securing the safety devices and seatbelts, Bailey gave Mark a thumbs-up outside, "It's ready to start!"

Mark activated the catapult, pulling the glider ahead for over a hundred meters. With the catapult's rapid launch, the glider began to fly close to the ground. As the upward thrust of the updraft increased, the steel cable snapped open. Freed from its restraints, the glider soared higher and higher, heading towards the sky above!

Sitting in the glider, Zhang Ailun felt a sudden jolt of air currents, and the next second he was steadily airborne. Looking down at the rapidly shrinking buildings below, he couldn't help but praise Bailey's skill, "Well done! A perfect takeoff!"

Bailey gave an OK sign, looking somewhat arrogant, and said without turning his head, "Flying an airplane doesn't require much skill. As long as you can overcome gravity, it's similar to driving a car, much simpler than speeding on a highway, since there are no traffic lights in the sky."

Go ahead and show off.

A master of air combat, a novice at land warfare. That's a perfect description of you.

It's not like you were in Little Rock when some black guy stripped you naked and made you beg for food next to a trash can.

The cell phone still had a signal. Zhang Ailun then sent a message to Mark, telling him to drive the car to the hangar at Willin Airport.

Mark couldn't help but complain: "You guys are flying in the sky, and I'm driving a car on the ground. I should have just sat in the cockpit."

Zhang Ailun: It's not like we won't give you the money for your escape.

Mark: How much money will you give me?

Zhang Ailun: $50, I've been generous enough.

Mark: That's more like it.

The glider was much faster than the off-road vehicle, and it arrived at the hangar in just a few minutes. Bailey steered the glider downwards, circled twice, and then glided down smoothly.

Zhang Ailun also took many aerial photos with his mobile phone, intending to use them as a gimmick to sell the glider at a good price.

Sig had been waiting here for ages, though he hadn't been idle. He filled up his mountain tricycle with gas and drove around the airport. Seeing the glider land on the public helipad, he immediately rode his motorcycle there to meet the two.

Watching Zhang Ailun and Bailey disembark from the glider, he clicked his tongue in amazement. "Boss, everything's done, but you left the car over there after bringing the plane over. How are we going to get back?"

"I've already had someone drive over. Get this glider into the hangar first." Zhang Ailun waved his hand, as if to say, "You don't need to tell me that; the Grand Master already made the arrangements!"

"Okay."

Sieg and Bailey immediately began towing the glider and pushing it into the hangar for parking, while Zhang Ailun also removed his flight gear.

After waiting for a while, we saw Mark arrive in his Wrangler, park the car at the hangar entrance, and then get out and tour the hangar.

"How much does this hangar cost? Although it's not very big and the location is just so-so, it takes several tens of minutes to drive here from the city, but it must cost at least $5, right?" Mark asked curiously.

"You're too narrow-minded. I didn't spend a single cent," Zhang Ailun said. "It was a gift from someone else."

"...What kind of work do you all do? Why isn't anyone giving me a ride?"

Mark was completely stunned after hearing that.

"Actually, it's nothing much. We spent several hundred thousand to buy a gun shop, and the owner just gave us a small hangar like this as a gift," Zhang Ailun explained.

"That's more like it." Mark's expression softened, indicating that he accepted the reason.

Although it sounds like she got incredibly lucky and stumbled upon a great deal, it just shows how generous the seller was.

Zhang Ailun drove the Wrangler into the hangar and had Sieg help unload the glider's towing device from the vehicle. The whole process took seven or eight minutes, and once the work was done, the job was basically done.

Zhang Ailun generously paid Mark $50 for his escape fee, closed the hangar door, and led the group back and forth to the city.

I dropped Mark off at the car graveyard halfway through the journey, thanked him for his help, said goodbye, and then continued driving back to the city.

By the time they arrived in Los Angeles, it was already quite dark.

Zhang Ailun dropped Sieg and Bailey off at the bridge camp, then turned the steering wheel and prepared to drive away.

"Boss, what are you going to do again?" Sig looked at the leader who hadn't even gotten out of the car and felt that he was going on a date again.

Zhang Ailun said sternly, "Don't meddle in adults' affairs. Tell Dominic not to cook for me; I won't be back to rest tonight. Go collect your share from Blitz yourself."

He stepped on the gas and left the camp.

"Okay." Seeing that the Grand Master was being mysterious and unwilling to say more, Sieg didn't ask any further questions and turned to go find Blitz to collect his reward.

Zhang Ailun drove to the shelter and parked his car on the side of the road. He hadn't visited Reina for several days. When he passed the intersection, he bought a bouquet of flowers at a roadside flower shop.

After dressing up carefully, I took the flowers and went to Reina's door, sending her a message to ask her to open the door.

Upon receiving the news, Reina rushed out quickly, opened the iron gate of the shelter, and couldn't help but smile when she saw the flowers in his hand. "You still remember to buy me flowers?"

"I'm here to keep my promise." Zhang Ailun handed the flowers to Reina, then took out the gold necklace from his pocket. "Do you like it?"

"Why didn't you help me put it on?" Reina raised her neck high.

Zhang Ailun also helped her put on the necklace, and after admiring it, he realized that it did indeed add a touch of charm.

But accessories are just embellishments; the real beauty lies in the person themselves.

He complimented, "You're so beautiful!"

"How many people have you given this chain to, and how many people have you said this to?" Rena asked, completely unconvinced by his words.

"There aren't many people. Only seven or eight in total?" Zhang Ailun joked.

"Seven or eight? You'd be a fool to believe that! I have no idea what you've been up to lately."

Reina said irritably, grabbed the Grand Master, and led him into the house.

He closed the door, and before he knew it, he pinned him against the wall and gave him a passionate kiss.

"Darling, do you want to settle this battle here, or would you like something more exciting?" Reina's expression changed instantly. They hadn't seen each other for several days, and her eyes were so eager that she wanted to devour the Grand Master.

"I think it's better to take it slow," Zhang Ailun replied.

Reina chuckled. "Have you been up to something bad and are feeling a little guilty? Let me check you out and I'll know!"

She pulled her hair up and squatted down.

hiss……

Zhang Ailun gasped.

Fortunately, the Grand Master's fighting strength remains tenacious and can withstand the test of time.

An hour later, it received rave reviews from Reina!

"What have you been doing lately? There are so many donations suddenly appearing in the account." Reina nestled close to the Grand Master, her face still flushed, and said, "Have you forgotten what I told you? It's best not to donate more than $100,000 a day."

Zhang Ailun pondered, "Has this caught Cooper's attention?"

"Of course, he checks the accounts every day, how could he pretend nothing happened?" Reina said. "But it doesn't matter, his own business isn't exactly clean either."

"I'll be more careful in the future. Once we have the money, we can set up our own foundation, register it as a charity, and you can help me manage the funds and charitable donations," Zhang Ailun said.

Reina smiled. "Sure, I'd love to, boss. It seems your business is quite large. Would you mind telling me a little about it?"

"Just some small businesses related to gun control," Zhang Ailun replied. "You know about the canister recycling business and Sanji's bar, and at most, I recently opened a car repair shop. And there's Sig's gun shop."

"Looks like you're not going to tell me the truth!" Reina grabbed the Grand Master by the throat.

Ouch... Zhang Ailun couldn't help but groan.

"I have already told the truth."

"I'll ask myself."

Finally, Reina had no choice but to give up. "You're really tough! I hope you stay this strong all night."

"Of course, I can play with you all day long!" Zhang Ailun said confidently.

(End of this chapter)