America: Starting with Daily Intelligence

Chapter 199 Deployment

Zhang Ailun glanced at the books. In just two days since opening, the net profit from selling guns alone had already exceeded ten thousand yuan. This didn't even include the escort business.

"When you have time, contact Dave and ask him to come over and help with some financial issues," Zhang Ailun said.

"Okay." Jennifer understood what the Grand Master meant and readily agreed.

After two days of sales, she has made progress, realizing that without proper tax avoidance, it wouldn't be so easy to get the full amount of money. Selling arms isn't as easy as she imagined; it requires memorizing many terms and understanding customer needs.

But didn't the leader invite her over to help solve the sales problem?

Jennifer is determined to work hard and strive to secure a major business deal for the head of the organization in the future!

Stepping out of Los Angeles, gazing at the international scene.

Zhang Ailun told Jennifer to continue her work downstairs, went upstairs, pushed open the door, and immediately saw several unfamiliar faces, looking like spiky hedgehogs, gathered together, wildly showing off fried chicken and beer, as well as hot dogs, sushi, and noodles.

"..."

How long has it been since the leader of the sect last saw savages? Fortunately, they were dressed very cleanly, only their hair was a bit long.

"Boss, you're here?"

Upon seeing this, Sieg quickly stood up and introduced the people present to Zhang Ailun, "This is Navy Sergeant Yuri, this is Army Sergeant Wallace, this is Air Force Warrant Officer Level 5 Boktu..."

There were five or six people, but Zhang Ailun didn't really remember the names of the others, even though he knew them somewhat beforehand. He only remembered their general physical characteristics.

The soldier with a buzz cut and only one ear, a lean physique, was a Level 5 Warrant Officer in the Air Force. Judging from his demeanor, he was clearly a tough guy.

His temperament is better than Pelé's, and his military rank is also higher than Pelé's. It seems like he's trying to steal Pelé's business, which should put some pressure on him!

Sig then pulled over a scruffy, afro-haired homeless man who was head down, clutching a bucket of noodles and showing it off, and said, "This is Qibatu. He's the crazy captain I told you about. You can just call him Crazy or Qibatu."

"Hello, boss. I'm Captain Qibatu from the land, sea, and air ground crew. I'm happy to serve you!" The madman smacked his lips, swallowed his noodles, and saluted.

"Welcome to our team! I need talents like you!"

Zhang Ailun looked at these soldiers, each with a different appearance, who, although clean and energetic, had eyes full of fatigue.

He replied with a smile, "If you have any problems in your life or work, you can ask Sig, and he will help you solve them. Starting today, you will work for me. Although I am the big boss of this armed nation, the person in charge is Captain Sig Comprey."

"We will definitely work hard," the people present quickly replied. They had heard about Mr. Jin and Lorry Louis XIX's beggar gang's welfare benefits on the street, which was why they had gathered here.

He had only hoped to make a living by collecting cans and have a shelter to lie down in, without expecting much else. Unexpectedly, he was selected by Sig and got a job, so he no longer had to wander.

After all, with the big mouths of people like Sieg and Bailey, they can't stay quiet. Now everyone knows that Mr. Kim is generous and treats his subordinates very well. As long as you have something special, there are plenty of opportunities to make money! Even if you don't have any special skills, you can still have a way to advance by working hard to collect cans.

After all, Leo, an old man over fifty, doesn't have any special skills. He can't pick up cans as well as young people, and he can't fight as well as those who are willing to risk their lives. He's just a senior member of the Beggars' Guild. He's been promoted to be the manager of some streets in District 5 and the head of the recycling station in District 6 because he's been diligently picking up cans for a long time. Now he can earn one or two hundred dollars a day!

You can buy a bicycle in a day, a car in half a month, and live in a motel or apartment in just one month! You'll never have to sleep in unfinished buildings or tents again.

Isn't this a kind of class leap?

As long as a Beggars' Sect disciple is willing to work hard, there's a chance they can be assigned to work at a recycling station instead of the streets, and even get freelance work from the sect leader. The work is easy, and the pay is high. Isn't that a kind of official position with good benefits?

"I hope I didn't disturb your meal."

Zhang Ailun looked at the table covered with chicken bones, which looked like a battlefield. But he could understand it. After all, homeless people often go hungry and are often bullied. They can't even get a hot meal. Now that they can eat, they will definitely swallow their food with all their might.

When Sig first met the Grand Master, he single-handedly ate most of the Grand Master's fried chicken.

This isn't necessarily a bad thing. Only after experiencing the hardships of sleeping on the streets will they truly appreciate their hard-won good life! They will also be able to directly experience the warmth that the leader brings them.

"Of course not, we'll finish eating and clean up right away! It definitely won't affect your work, boss." The group quickly started cleaning up.

"It's okay, you guys keep eating. Only when you're full will you have more energy to work." Zhang Ailun waved his hand, not minding at all. He also grabbed a piece of fried chicken, sat down behind his computer desk, and opened the arms bidding website to browse casually.

Seeing that their leader didn't mind, the others simply continued eating. They finished their meal quickly and started cleaning the room. This meal had cost Seager over a hundred dollars!

"You guys are really letting me down if you don't work hard," Sieg said, feeling a pang of regret.

Seeing that they had finished the battle, Zhang Ailun sat upright on the sofa, waiting for the leader to speak. He also downloaded the intelligence information he had prepared in advance onto his mobile phone and connected the line to the host for transmission.

He gestured for Sieg to turn off the lights, drew the curtains, lowered the bulletproof steel plate, and turned on the projector to project onto the wall.

Several images of faces appeared, sitting on a bread truck being transported; they were undoubtedly Black.

There was also a man in his thirties wearing wire-rimmed glasses. He was a manager at Reid Company.

"We have two tasks to do tonight. One is an arms deal. The Roginway military base in the military region has tendered for a batch of clay explosive raw materials. I've already made the arrangements. We'll just wait for Supervisor Reid to notify us to go to the site to pick up the goods. But we still need a truck."

Zhang Ailun said, "If this deal goes through, we can earn at least $28 in profit. Everyone will receive a substantial bonus!"

The people present were all invigorated upon hearing this, and some were even incredulous. Such a big deal right off the bat? Arms trading must be really lucrative!

They were all veterans, so of course they knew the intricacies and gray market of the industry. However, their military ranks and status disqualified them from sharing in the profits, and they couldn't squeeze into the core corruption circle. But they were more likely to accept it than outsiders.

Taking advantage of the military region can still yield more profits than ordinary arms transactions!

"I'll arrange the trucks," Sieg said. "Those Mexican barracudas used to do business on construction sites, so they know where to rent cheap sand trucks that they can drive off without even placing an order. We'll just return them to them after we're done with our business."

Hearing him say that, Zhang Ailun readily agreed.

He originally intended to rent a truck from a reputable rental shop, but now that he has access to street-side channels to get cheap and practical sand trucks, he can certainly save some money.

Zhang Ailun continued, "After we get those clay explosive raw materials, we need to find someone to process them so that they can be transported to the military base. They'll also be more valuable than the raw materials in bulk."

"Boss, I used to be in charge of demolition work in the army. Clay explosives like this are very easy to make. Anyone who has systematically studied can make them by hand."

Army Sergeant Wallace, nicknamed "Demolition Boy," said, "We don't need to find anyone to help with the processing. As long as we have sand and gravel mixing equipment, we can handle it. Since his place is a resource processing site, there should be a sand and gravel plant there, so we can make it on-site."

"I can find someone to buy a batch of cheap clay explosive packaging boxes," Yuri said.

Zhang Ailun felt very gratified as he listened to their discoveries, one after another.

They say there's strength in numbers, and the streets of the West Coast are truly teeming with talent.

With these people around, how could the Beggars' Sect not prosper?

"And these black people, according to my intelligence, are members of a suburban biker gang specializing in human trafficking. They're dealing with the Heaven's Gate lunatics in the Kilimanjaro Mountains, and they'll be targeting the homeless on the streets of our city soon. I'm going to teach them a lesson and take them down!"

Zhang Ailun said seriously, "I didn't want to provoke him, but since they're trying to offend me, I have to teach them a lesson!"

"What is Heaven's Gate?" Sig asked, somewhat puzzled.

Zhang Ailun immediately pulled up information about Paradise Gate and its behind-the-scenes investors, leaving the group speechless with astonishment.

"I never imagined that those wealthy people would do so many despicable things in private to stay young!" Everyone present was filled with hatred and righteous indignation.

"Boss, we can go over there and take them out right now! And those crazy guys from Heaven's Gate too!" said Air Force Warrant Officer Level 5, Boketu.

"That rich man's private island must have some good stuff that he's not going to expose to the public. He's so rich that he even hired 200 people to help guard the island. I doubt he'd just leave all his money in the bank to rot," Yuri suggested.

"The people of Paradise Gate live in the mountains, where the terrain is steep and easy to defend. The buildings are fortresses that have existed since the last century. The jungle is full of coyotes and wild animals, and they also have a private army. Taking them down won't be easy unless we use drones to drop firearms for a sweep. They also have powerful backers, so I have no intention of offending them."

Zhang Ailun shook his head. He didn't believe that the government agencies in Los Angeles and the surrounding counties and towns wouldn't know that Paradise Gate was able to stand firm in the mountains by hiring people everywhere to source fresh ingredients. They must be turning a blind eye in order to maintain stability and achieve their political goals.

Those they kidnapped were homeless people or teenagers from ordinary families. Even if they went missing, no one would care, and they would never be found.

If the person kidnapped were from a wealthy white family with political or business connections, do you think those people would be extremely eager to resolve the issue?

It's because the knife hasn't cut me that I don't feel the pain.

"What we need to deal with is this Black Panther team that engages in human trafficking. They frequently do this kind of business, and now they've even extended their reach to my territory. I'm definitely going to teach them a lesson!"

Zhang Ailun devised a meticulous plan, gave detailed instructions, and then asked everyone present to prepare their things.

There's still plenty of time. Even if the Black Panther team wanted to carry out their human trafficking operation, they would definitely have to wait until nightfall.

Sieg left the office with his men to complete the preliminary tasks for the arms deal.

With nothing else to do, Zhang Ailun started browsing news about arms and other transaction volumes.

However, without accurate intelligence, it's difficult to find any bargains. Tens of thousands of transactions every day are like finding a needle in a haystack, which is giving the head of the leader a headache.

Even in a single arms deal worth 500,000, many arms dealers only make tens or hundreds of thousands of dollars in profit, unlike the big boss who seems to be constantly looking for bargains. Exporting weapons to other countries, especially to frontline troops, involves enormous risks; bullets could graze their heads. Transportation also requires specialized agencies to handle payments, otherwise, the weapons are easily intercepted or seized, causing the deal to fall through!

A moment later, there was a knock on the door. Zhang Ailun looked away from the trading page and towards the door. "Come in."

Jennifer pushed open the door, carrying a cup of coffee into the office. She looked at him with a smile, "Boss, you've worked hard. I thought you might need a cup of coffee to perk you up?"

"Thank you for your concern, Jennifer, but what you should be doing is going downstairs to wait for the guests," Zhang Ailun said without changing his expression. He gestured for her to put the coffee on the table and leave, telling her not to get any other ideas.

"Boss, what's this?" Jennifer asked, taking out a gift box.

Zhang Ailun glanced at the beautifully packaged mold and fell silent, unsure how to answer her.

"It's nothing, just a gift from a client."

Jennifer opened the box right in front of the guild leader, revealing the mold inside, and glared at him, annoyed. "Did I fail to serve you well? Is that why you need something like this? What kind of client would send you a Fiji cup?"

Zhang Ailun was completely bewildered after reading it.

"...Listen to me, this really was a gift from a customer, from the deal we made today. She sells adult products. I was going to refuse, but she insisted on giving it to me. But I have no intention of using it; I have you all!"

Zhang Ailun immediately began to clear his name of suspicion.

"Really? How will you prove it?"

Seeing Jennifer's angry expression, Zhang Ailun knew she was trying to use this as an excuse to vent, and said seriously, "Not now! Otherwise, I'll dock your pay!"

"Evil capitalist," Jennifer said resentfully, "always bullying and tormenting poor, helpless female employees like me."

"If you sell ten more units, I'll consider putting a bed in the cubicle of my office," Zhang Ailun replied thoughtfully.

"It's settled then!"

Jennifer readily agreed and repackaged the mold. "I'll get rid of this for you!"

"OK." Zhang Ailun had no objection and continued browsing and filtering.

During this time, new orders were received, but Jennifer downstairs was faster and accepted the orders with a single click.

"I'm back."

Bailey returned in his armored truck, parked it on the side of the road, pushed open the door to the store, and looked at Jennifer, who was packing guns, and said with some doubt, "Another order? Is the boss in the store? I saw his Wrangler parked outside."

"That's right. This is a new mission; you need to deliver it to the Black community in western Los Angeles."

Jennifer handed the packed guns to Bailey, labeled them, and gave him the beautifully packaged mold, saying, "I'll give this to you later."

"What is this?" Bailey looked at the packaging box with some confusion.

"Fiji Cup".

"..." Bailey's lips twitched. "Are you insulting me?"

"This is a Monica Bellucci mold. Don't you like it?" Jennifer retorted. "Shouldn't every man want to experience it?"

"Well, it's not like I can't accept that." Bailey's expression changed in an instant. "Are you sure you really want to give it to me?"

"That's right, go ahead, dear Air Force Sergeant, get to work! If you can deliver ten more shipments of weapons, I'll hand her over to you!" Jennifer coaxed.

"OK!" Bailey immediately grabbed the gun packaging box and rushed out the door without complaining.

(End of this chapter)