America: Starting with Daily Intelligence

Chapter 191 Rich Guy Johnny

The escort vehicle drove into the city.

Nothing happened during the entire process.

Zhang Ailun also received the intelligence message sent to him by Blitz.

Blitz: This car has fake license plates and no further usable information can be found. However, I found that the same model was recently traded on the black market and bought by a group of wanted criminals and outlaws from a small town. The people in the car are very likely those same group. They've also had contact with insurance company representatives and reached a deal. Should I call the police to arrest them?

Zhang Ailun: That would be best. We've already arrived in the city and are preparing to deliver the weapons.

Blitz: Okay, I've sent the evidence against those people to the local police department in Palm Valley. If they're responsible, they should organize a team to make the arrests soon. Of course, it's very possible that the local police will only do a superficial job, since these people aren't criminals from their area, and it's difficult to make arrests without them entering the city.

Zhang Ailun didn't have high hopes either, but as long as the mission was completed, the matter would basically be over.

Sieg drove the armored vehicle to Firefox Security Company, stopped in front of the door, and took out his phone to contact their manager.

Soon, a middle-aged white man came out, greeted them with a smile, and after confirming that they were personnel from the Thunderfire Armed Nation from Los Angeles, he immediately had his men inspect the military supplies being transported. They quickly confirmed that the quantity of the goods was correct.

"Drive your car into the alley behind the building; someone will be there to meet you," the security company manager said.

"Why not just move it in directly?" Sig asked, somewhat puzzled.

"This shipment of weapons was ordered by a client of one of our subsidiaries; we were only responsible for the transportation. The shareholders and executives of the subsidiary are not from the same department."

The supervisor explained, "Only legitimate PMC companies can purchase large-caliber weapons, while smaller companies are not qualified. Therefore, our subsidiary needs to place the order and then transfer it to the subsidiary. As for what these goods are used for, I cannot disclose the customer's information."

"All right……"

Sieg didn't say much. There were too many intricacies involved. Although there were explicit regulations that unqualified subsidiaries were not allowed to trade heavy weapons, the parent company could directly place orders in its own name to buy things that the subsidiaries couldn't buy, thus helping its subsidiaries cover up the transportation of goods by others. Once the subsidiaries received the goods, they could still develop customers and conduct gray-market transactions.

When something went wrong, the subsidiary simply shut down all its accounts and stopped operating, while the parent company remained completely unaffected.

They turned the car around and drove into an alley on another road, where people were already waiting. Seeing the escort vehicle parked at the intersection, the men opened the warehouse door and immediately called for help to move the weapons into the company.

The warehouse manager contacted the finance department, wrote his name on the goods list, and said with satisfaction, "You did a great job. I've already had the finance department transfer the payment. It was a pleasure working with you! I hope we can cooperate again next time."

"It's a pleasure working with you."

Zhang Ailun quickly received a notification that the money had been credited to his account.

+15000 US dollars.

I shook hands with him with satisfaction.

After saying goodbye, Zhang Ailun got into the car and had Sieg drive to the next location, which was only two blocks away. They soon arrived at the main entrance of the Interstellar Insurance Company. He took out his phone and contacted the manager, Harry, to ask him to come out and receive the goods.

"You're from the Thunderfire Nation? Thank goodness, you finally delivered the goods."

Soon, a tall, thin middle-aged man wearing glasses came out, greeted the two with a smile, rubbed his hands together, and asked, "Where's the goods?"

"Here are your documents. Sir, you need to pay us a $30,000 escort fee." Zhang Ailun rolled down the car window, took the document from the safe, and handed it to Harry.

The other party took the document, glanced at it and saw that the seal was intact, and immediately showed a satisfied smile.

He immediately opened the document, glanced at the pictures inside, and was even more delighted. "This document is crucial to me, and you came just in time! I'll give your service a five-star rating! Wait a moment, I'll go get the money for you right away."

He turned back to the insurance company, and soon returned with an oil paper bag, where he took out $30,000 in cash and made the payment.

Zhang Ailun counted the amount and then smiled broadly.

"It's our pleasure to serve you, sir. Have a nice day, and see you another day."

"Goodbye," Harry replied.

Seeing that the matter was over, Sig was in high spirits and restarted the vehicle. "Boss, our Armed Nation's first order has been successfully completed!"

I logged into the Los Angeles gun shop rankings and glanced at the points rankings—they were far ahead!

"He actually gave us a five-star review!"

Zhang Ailun glanced at it; the reviews were overwhelmingly positive, and it would boost their reputation in the industry, which would help them get more orders in the future. He took out the $45000, kept $40,000 for himself, and gave $5,000 to Sieg.

Just as I was about to drive away from Palm Valley back to Los Angeles, a car accident suddenly occurred in front of the insurance company behind the street, causing screams from passersby.

Zhang Ailun glanced back and saw a blue Kelti car crashed head-on into a flowerbed. It narrowly missed hitting Harry, who was so frightened he fell to the ground with a thud.

Immediately afterwards, a bearded man covered in blood ran out of the car, pulled out a gun, and started firing wildly at Harry.

Harry was still a warm-hearted person one second, and the next second he was riddled with bullets.

"Holy crap!!" Zhang Ailun was completely stunned. Who was this person so fierce? To actually commit a gun attack in the city?

They quickly recognized the guy as one of the outlaw criminals Blitz had mentioned, and also the Buick team that had been following them.

"Boss, that guy's gone mad! He actually killed someone in the street! Was his mission not to prevent the documents from falling into the hands of our employers, but to kill them?" Sig was also stunned by the scene.

Zhang Ailun pondered, "What's the difference between killing our employer and preventing us from handing over the documents to them? If that doesn't solve the problem, then we'll address the problem itself and the people causing it!"

He exclaimed, "The West Coast is truly full of talented people. How come I never expected them to pull this stunt?"

As expected of a desperate criminal, they're professionals when it comes to getting paid to do their job!

But how will he escape now?

Zhang Ailun wasn't interested in this. Anyway, their mission was complete, they'd got the money, and what happened afterward was none of their business.

The employer just gave them a very high five-star review, but I was just too unlucky; the person died right after I delivered the goods.

Zhang Ailun immediately urged Sieg to drive away from this troublesome place as soon as possible. The other party would definitely be wanted by the police and would most likely not go to jail. After all, only the survivors are qualified to go to jail.

Sieg didn't want to cause trouble, so he stepped on the gas and left Palm Valley, heading towards Los Angeles along the road he had come from. When he passed through the suburbs, he saw that the roadside repair shop was surrounded by people.

Police cars were parked nearby, banners were unfurled, and several Black and White bodies lay on the ground.

Zhang Ailun glanced at it and basically understood the cause and effect. It was probably because the other group had been blackmailed and extorted by Lao Hei, and they were unhappy about it, so the two sides started fighting.

Those black guys were really unlucky; of all people to mess with, they had to provoke this group of desperados.

In the end, all his brothers were dead, and he himself was injured. Feeling that he couldn't swallow his anger, he simply drove wildly into the city, blocked his employer's door, and killed him!

What a talent!

Without lingering there, Sieg drove to Los Angeles, taking more than an hour. While passing through the suburbs, Zhang Ailun didn't forget about the wealthy Johnny mentioned in the intelligence report and had Sieg drive to Highway 163.

Upon arriving at suburban Highway 163, Zhang Ailun parked the car on the side of the road. He began searching for the other party's whereabouts based on the location, and also took care of his physiological needs by urinating.

"Hey! Is anyone there? Can you hear me? Someone, please help me!!"

Cries for help came from the bushes below. Zhang Ailun went over to take a look and immediately laughed, "Dude, what kind of performance art is this?"

A young man with dyed green hair, bruised and swollen, shirtless, and bound hand and foot was thrown here. He was completely naked, his buttocks were shiny white with red handprints, and there were also marks on his body from being scratched by the thorns of bushes.

Upon seeing someone approaching, Johnny burst into tears, sobbing uncontrollably. "Oh my god! Finally, someone heard my cries for help! Guys! Please save me! I'm freezing to death! I've been here all day!"

"What happened to you?"

Zhang Ailun took out a knife and untied the ropes for him, then teased him knowingly, "Buddy, you must have messed with someone, right?"

Fu Ge stretched his stiff limbs, huddled there, shivering from the cold, tears streaming down his face, and couldn't help but curse, "Fxxk! Yesterday I just drank a little too much with my friends, took some drugs, and was speeding on this highway. I accidentally angered those motorcyclists, they stopped my car and beat me up."

"They not only stole my car, but also the girl in it. They stripped me naked in front of so many people and left me here. I was thirsty, tired, sleepy, and in pain. I almost died!" Johnny broke down, burying his face in his hands and sobbing uncontrollably.

God knows how he endured being tied up here for over 12 hours.

"Dude, they didn't just chop you up and bury you in the bushes. They just stole your car and messed with your girl. That's already giving you a lot of face. You're really lucky to have run into us."

Zhang Ailun smiled and said, "Stop crying. It's such a small thing. How can you be a man? You're not dead yet, are you?"

"What are you doing? Soldiers? Or bodyguards from a security company?" Johnny wiped away his tears and then noticed that Zhang Ailun was wearing security gear.

Goggles, body armor, tactical boots, and a Vector submachine gun hanging on his body. Pistol, grenades, smoke grenades—fully armed.

"We're from the Armed Nation on West Street in Los Angeles' Fifth District. We were escorting an arms shipment to Palm Valley. We just finished that deal and were heading back to Los Angeles when we took a leak and you just happened to pee on us!"

Zhang Ailun joked, "Buddy, I have to say you're incredibly lucky! It's already dark. If you hadn't run into us, you'd definitely be torn to pieces and eaten by the coyotes tonight!"

"You're right, you saved my life. I have to repay you!" Johnny nodded, extremely grateful, and added, "You guys are in the arms business? That's so cool, buddy."

"It's not cool at all. This line of work is very dangerous and doesn't pay much. Looking at you now, you probably won't be able to get back to the city by yourself. Do you need me to call the police for you?" Zhang Ailun said.

"No! No need to call the police! I want my car back! And my girlfriend! Can you help me with this? I'm rich! If you help me, I can give you a luxury car!"

Johnny, a rich guy with no ulterior motives, directly stated his request.

Zhang Ailun pondered, "Luxury car? Dude, I'm not short of money or cars. Do you think your luxury car is better than a bulletproof armored vehicle?"

As for your girlfriend, she's been taken back by those motorcycle gangs for so long, more than 12 hours. Under normal circumstances, she'd probably be fried to a crisp by now.

If those motorcycle gang members were Black, they would probably already look like them.

"If we're talking about impact force, there's no comparison, but in terms of speed, ten armored trucks can't beat a luxury car! The luxury cars I'm giving you are very valuable!" Johnny said. "I have many cars parked in my villa; you can choose any one you like. As long as you help me with this, we're friends!"

"Okay, I need to discuss this with my partner to make sure it doesn't take up too much of our time. Come with me." Zhang Ailun pretended to be deep in thought, then waved his hand, signaling him to come with him.

Back on the highway, Zhang Ailun opened the car door and got in. Sig was stunned when he saw the naked man brought back by the leader. "Who is this guy?"

"A rich guy, this guy was on drugs and speeding on the highway last night, got beaten up by a motorcycle gang, and had all his stuff stolen. He wants to hire us to get his sports car and his girlfriend back from a group of motorcycle gangs," Zhang Ailun explained.

"What about the reward? I don't want to offend any motorcycle gang for no reason." Sig looked at the other person's performance art costume and was a little speechless.

"The reward is a luxury car of my choice parked in a luxury villa," Zhang Ailun said.

"Guest, please get in the car!!"

Without a word, Sieg invited the other man to sit in the back garage and said warmly, "It's our duty to help our employers. Those motorcycle gangs who dare to rob people at gunpoint on the highway, we will never let them get away with it! Do you know where they are? As long as you pay, our service will definitely satisfy you."

Johnny Fugo replied, "I heard they have a yard over there on Highway 164. It used to be an abandoned gas station, which they took over and converted into a motorcycle camp, their headquarters. They also run a motorcycle modification shop and bar catering to motorcycle gangs, offering drinks and modification services."

"You know quite a lot." Zhang Ailun immediately told Sieg to start the vehicle and head to that place.

"They introduced me to them themselves. I also know the leader of that motorcycle gang. God knows why they came to rob me! Those guys are a bit powerful. It's mainly because I didn't have a gun. If I had a gun, I definitely wouldn't have let them get away with it." Rich Johnny started bragging.

Zhang Ailun and Sieg listened to his complaints without offering any response.

"Guys, can you turn on the air conditioning? Do you have any clothes to wear? Do you have any food? I'm so cold! Don't worry, I won't waste your money, I'll definitely pay you back tenfold!" Rich guy is rich guy, he keeps talking about paying you back tenfold.

Upon hearing this, Zhang Ailun immediately told Sieg to turn the car around and go to the nearest highway service station.

After getting out of the car, I went inside and picked out a durable new suit for Rich, and also bought him fried chicken and a white meal. I also got tissues, water, Coke, and Red Bull. The total cost at the service station was $200!

Sitting in the armored truck, Zhang Ailun drank cola and ate fried chicken. He turned to look at Fu Ge, who was wolfing down his food in the cargo hold as if he hadn't eaten before, and smiled with satisfaction. "Eat slowly. Nobody's going to take it from you!"

"Don't worry! I won't waste your money!" Rich guy wished he could chew up the chicken bones and swallow them.

He looked satisfied after eating and drinking his fill. "I never imagined a meal costing tens of dollars could taste so good."

"..." No, a meal costing tens of dollars is not too little, is it?

Zhang Ailun was at a loss. What kind of refined grains does this guy usually eat?

He turned to Sieg and said, "Let's drive!"

This guy from Versailles is simply impossible to communicate with.

(End of this chapter)