America: Starting with Daily Intelligence

Chapter 202 Art is Patrick Star

About twenty minutes later, the Beggars' Sect disciples arrived in their sand-carrying trucks. They encountered the same problem and called the sect leader to inquire about the situation.

Zhang Ailun instructed them to enter through the side gate, and the Beggars' Sect disciples then took a detour and drove the sand trucks to the site.

"These are the raw materials for explosives."

Zhang Ailun beckoned over the explosives prodigy, Wallace, and asked with a smile, "Can you prepare and mix it here on the spot?"

Explosives pro Hua Lai opened the plastic buckets to inspect the raw materials and found nothing wrong. There were also mixers and various instruments on site. Full of confidence, he said, "Don't worry, boss. I specifically studied how to mix clay explosives in the army. I'm a professional. Leave it to me!"

He rolled up his sleeves, put on rubber gloves, took out a dosing cup, found a few people to help him, and then began to prepare and mix the ingredients on the spot. He added clay powder, softened water, aluminum powder, and other raw materials in a special ratio and stirred them together.

Zhang Ailun confidently handed the task over to them and pulled Supervisor Reid aside.

It was also the first time that Director Red had seen clay explosives being made by hand on site. He stood on tiptoe and craned his neck, wanting to learn the professional technique, but was stopped by the leader.

Zhang Ailun chuckled and said, "Buddy, learning this won't do you any good."

"Who said that? Maybe one day I'll have a meltdown and take someone down with me with explosives," Supervisor Reid retorted stubbornly.

The production process is very quick. In just over ten minutes, the raw materials have been formed in the mixer and quickly turned into a white plastic body that is elastic and soft to the touch, similar to playdough.

Hua Lai grabbed a piece of clay, rolled it into a ball, and ran over to show it to the Grand Master.

"Boss, it's almost done. It's clay explosive with stability and flammability. It only explodes when a detonator and initiator are added. Otherwise, it's just an ordinary lump of material that can be used to start a fire and build walls."

"Nobody's going to be crazy enough to use this stuff to build a wall..." Supervisor Reid grumbled, then quickly took a step back and waved his hands frantically when he saw Wallace hand over the clay explosives. "Hey! Take it away! Buddy, I don't want to get this stuff on me."

Compared to the life-risking supervisor Red, Zhang Ailun was much calmer. He took the lump of clay-like explosive and kneaded it, shaping it into the likeness of Patrick Star with his superb skills.

"Go, detonate it with a detonator, and remember to run far away before you blow it up!" Zhang Ailun handed the explosives to Hua Lai.

"Alright." The Beggar Clan disciple immediately put his plan into action, attaching detonators and triggers to Patrick Star's explosives. He ran to the open space outside the venue, performed some operations, and then ran back to start the countdown to detonate.

With a beeping countdown, a deafening roar erupted, and flames shot skyward! The seemingly harmless Patrick Star was instantly blown up.

Sure enough! Art is Patrick Star!!

Looking at the explosives that had detonated, Zhang Ailun felt that they were indeed quite powerful. This thing was indeed a practical and stable military invention. Even the Claymore mine used similar explosive materials.

This little thing, which looks like a lump of mud, has very little value in its raw materials, but once it's packaged in a box, it can fetch a good price!

He immediately instructed the Beggars' Sect disciples to begin work, to make a copy of the prepared raw material mold, and to neatly place it in the clay explosive packaging boxes, each weighing approximately 1000g, or one kilogram.

I don't know where Yuri got the packaging boxes from, they're all colorful and garish, there's no logo, and the prints are all different, but the neat packaging in the cardboard box still makes it look expensive, much more expensive than loose ones.

What was originally just an ordinary, unremarkable piece of clay explosive, unrecognizable to the average person if left on the roadside, was transformed into something unaffordable for ordinary people after being repackaged. Its original price of $25 instantly jumped to $250, and the bidding price for the military region started at $50000 per kilogram.

This is what doing business is all about!

The Beggars' Sect disciples were busy at work, assigning tasks to each other. Hua Lai and the other Beggars' Sect disciples were responsible for mixing clay explosives and making them into usable raw materials according to the proportions, while the others were responsible for printing and packaging.

Unfortunately, there wasn't enough raw material. With such a small quantity, there was no need for professional equipment on an assembly line. It was all handmade, and we earned our hard-earned money. Otherwise, if there were enough raw material, the purchase price would be drastically reduced to free. In the small workshop of the processing plant, we could produce at least tens of thousands of boxes a day, and sell each box for several hundred dollars, making a fortune.

After several hours, it was already past midnight when the Beggars' Sect disciples finally finished processing all the raw materials, carefully packaged them into boxes, sealed them in cardboard boxes, and loaded them onto the sand truck.

Supervisor Reid, who also had dark circles under his eyes from staying up all night, yawned, glanced at the time, and said, "Finally finished. It's getting late, and someone will be coming to cover for you soon, so you should leave now."

"I know without you saying it. It was a pleasure working with you! I hope we can work together again sometime."

Zhang Ailun shook hands with him with satisfaction, then had the site cleaned up, things put back in their original places, and the raw material barrels were taken away and disposed of.

"I don't think there will be a next time." Manager Reid couldn't be happier to get rid of these plagues.

"That's not necessarily true. Anything is possible. Goodbye." Zhang Ailun smiled, then got into the car and left.

Supervisor Reid also checked the site again to make sure nothing was missed. After cleaning up the scene, he drove the car outside, locked the gate, and then left quickly, feeling guilty.

After leaving the gravel pit, Zhang Ailun let Sieg drive the car onto the main highway, parked it on the road, installed the license plates, and then continued driving.

I took out my phone and searched for the Roginway military base. The navigation system automatically located it, and I had Sig drive there according to the route map.

The mobile navigation system also issued a prompt: "Route has been planned for you. The current road is Highway 156 (gravel). After driving 10 kilometers ahead, turn left onto Highway 202 (main road). The estimated travel time is 1 hour and 46 minutes to reach the vicinity of your destination."

The military base was located in a remote area, not close to any towns or hotels. Zhang Ailun could only search for nearby buildings and stay overnight in the plains.

With a truckload of illegally obtained clay explosives of dubious origin and without the stamp of the Firearms Administration, even if he had the qualifications of an armed nation, it wouldn't be safe. He certainly wouldn't be so foolish as to pass through the city.

It's already past midnight, and the military base definitely won't open for you to trade. The training schedule stipulates that you have to get up at 7:50 am for the base to officially open, but in reality, you won't be able to do so until around 9 am. If you want to trade, you'll have to make an appointment in advance.

Zhang Ailun casually logged onto the bidding website and left a message in the military base's backend to make an appointment, explaining that he had already escorted the clay explosive raw materials to the military region and that they would arrive around tomorrow morning. But no one responded.

Sieg drove smoothly on the highway. Even in the early morning hours, there were still quite a few vehicles on the suburban roads, most of which were main roads leading to the town and other counties. The closer they got to the Roginway military base, the fewer vehicles there became.

During the incident, police cars with sirens blaring were seen passing by the convoy, but fortunately nothing happened; the police were chasing two motorcycles.

That guy looks like an old, eccentric kid from the suburbs.

The convoy drove onto sparsely populated roads and didn't see anyone for a long time, so Zhang Ailun simply closed his eyes to rest. After about an hour, they arrived at their destination.

Sieg parked his car in a nearby area and could see a large military base a few hundred meters away, surrounded by a thick wall and a tall, tower-like signal tower that flashed red and green lights alternately.

"There should be bars or private hotels nearby. From what I understand, soldiers at military bases usually look for entertainment venues or order takeout after their shifts. There's no reason this place should be special."

As a former Marine Corps captain, Sieg knows the soldiers' interests well and has visited and trained at military bases more than once, so he understands the inside story.

What high-intensity training? Military bases aren't responsible for fighting on the front lines, so where would they get so much training on a regular basis?

Just go for a run, familiarize yourself with shooting and standard tactics, stand guard, and another day is over, right? Do you think everyone's a Navy SEAL?

Even the Navy SEALs don't go out for training exercises every day. As long as their execution meets the standards, that's enough. Their tactical coordination isn't that complicated.

Joining the army is just a high-paying job; all the glory and love are secondary. The main thing is to get promoted, get a raise, sell weapons, and make money everywhere.

"Is the takeout you're talking about a legitimate takeout service?" Zhang Ailun asked. This is a military base, after all; there's no reason just anyone could get in.

"Private car services can cost hundreds of dollars per person per trip. There are plenty of people willing to do it, and some hardworking girls can earn several thousand dollars a day. The industry is very complex and murky."

Sig was used to this. Otherwise, do you think the fact that the military base's procurement list includes so many condoms that are reimbursed every month is a joke?

This is a free benefit that every soldier can receive; otherwise, it would definitely cause dissatisfaction among the soldiers.

However, the number of condoms a military base consumes in a quarter is only enough to match the cost of hosting the Olympic Games once.

Even the following year, many mixed-race children would appear, but none of them knew who their biological fathers were.

There were too many people at the time.

"Of course, I'm not familiar with the consumption standards of this military base, and I've never been here before. If it's really a bit special and different from other military bases, then just pretend I didn't say anything."

Sig shrugged, but he wasn't entirely convinced that this place was innocent; otherwise, why would they be transporting weapons here for a transaction?

Zhang Ailun searched for nearby facilities but found nothing; the nearest motel was still 20 kilometers away.

They simply reclined the seats and lay down in the car to rest, while Sieg and the Beggars' Sect disciples were responsible for keeping watch during shift changes. That's how they spent the night outside the military base.

To make money, you have to endure some hardship and fatigue.

Before I knew it, the sun was high in the sky.

Zhang Ailun stretched and felt a bit sore in his neck. His sleep quality wasn't very good, much worse than when he was in the RV.

He glanced at Sig in the driver's seat; he was still sleeping with his head tilted back, so he didn't disturb him.

After getting off the bus, I ran to the nearby grove of trees and took a leak. I felt refreshed.

The Beggars' Sect disciples who were resting on the sand-carrying truck also got up and greeted their leader.

Zhang Ailun responded to each message, chewed some chewing gum, opened the car door, sat in the passenger seat, took out his phone, and saw that there were new messages.

Jennifer and Reid, his supervisors, sent it to him in the early hours of the morning.

Jennifer: [Private Image] Honey, your Lamborghini is so cool. I have a few girlfriends who want to meet you. Do you have time?

Zhang Ailun (click to enlarge image) shows a group photo of several blonde, blue-eyed, and beautiful white women with stunning figures, but Jennifer still stands out as the most eye-catching one.

Zhang Ailun: I only need you.

Jennifer: Your reply makes me very happy, thank you darling! But you can let me know if you need anything, I don't mind hanging out with my friends.

Zhang Ailun: We'll talk about it later.

Jennifer :)

Supervisor Reid: If you still need to purchase raw materials for clay explosives, remember to contact me!

Manager Reid: Hello, Burger King. Are you still there? I just remembered we have a shipment at another location. Please contact me as soon as possible if you need it!

No, are you in such a hurry?

What's going on? What made you change your mind so quickly?

Zhang Ailun was puzzled until he opened the daily intelligence report.

[Daily News: Reid, the manager, took the $70,000 he got from the deal, but instead of paying off his debts, he decided to gamble again. Last night, he lost everything at an underground casino in Los Angeles, completely wiping out his savings. Gamblers don't deserve sympathy.]

Zhang Ailun: ...

Well, no wonder you suddenly got so enthusiastic. Turns out you lost it all again—that was a whopping $70,000!!

You lost it all in half a night?

Why didn't you take the money and do something better? You had to give it to the casino. Now look what happened, you've lost everything.

Burger King: Not really needed for now.

Manager Reid: Please contact me as soon as possible if you need anything, I'm really short of money right now!

Burger King: I knew you'd come looking for me. Dude, if you're really short on cash, go sell hooks.

Manager Reid: Are you insulting me?

Burger King: You can earn $2000 a night in the upscale neighborhood.

Supervisor Reid: I would never do that!!

Burger King: Good luck.

Zhang Ailun exited the chat window, having no immediate plans to purchase clay explosives. If he couldn't sell them in time, keeping them would be like keeping nuclear bombs, and he didn't have a professional bunker or military base to stockpile those excessive amounts of munitions.

[Daily Intelligence: Jimmy has ordered three sets of security equipment from your armed nation, hired the Razer biker gang for airlift, and the project has brought in $10000. Your SGS2-33 two-seater glider and Titanic victims' coins are expected to be ordered this afternoon. Details: The recipient is not only a glider enthusiast but also a wealthy military fanatic.]

Military enthusiast? So what?

The leader is now a military enthusiast; if you're so capable, try and buy out all the goods in his shop.

[Daily Intelligence: The Black Panther team, tasked with human trafficking, was wiped out overnight by you. The survivors went to the city police station to report the incident and exposed the inside story through the media. The Heaven's Gate madmen in the Kilimanjaro Mountains will be somewhat more restrained in their human trafficking activities in the near future, but they will not give up completely. They will continue to employ the Motorbong team in the suburbs to cast a wide net and catch people.]

Zhang Ailun searched the news and found that the inside story of human trafficking in the suburbs had been exposed, but the news was not very popular. Even if it was popular for a while, it was just a temporary solution.

As long as the other party doesn't provoke him, he won't take the initiative to get rid of them now, but he still needs to prepare.

Zhang Ailun simply sent Blitz a message: Help me check the firepower and armed team deployment of those Heaven Gate madmen in the Kiliyad Mountains. This shouldn't be a big problem for you, right?

Blitz: Okay. Of course, no problem. I'll send it to you after I've looked into it. Are you planning to take them down?

Zhang Ailun: It's just to prepare in advance in case they target us again, so we can retaliate!

The Grand Master never fights a battle he is unprepared for.

[Daily Intelligence: Thunderfire, a subsidiary of Mayweather Company, is selling weapons and equipment to qualified armed nations. This includes a large quantity of military sniper rifles, throwables, modified vehicles, drones, three slightly damaged Gazelle attack helicopters equipped with fire control radar, and twenty professional armed escort vehicles. The retail price per vehicle/unit is $18-$22. Details: If your Thunderfire armed nation credit rating meets the requirements, you can contact us through Opportunity Network to make an appointment to participate in this private armed military exhibition.]

(End of this chapter)