America: Starting with Daily Intelligence

Chapter 211 Recycling

"Boss, aren't you going?"

Sig noticed that the Grand Master showed no intention of getting on the bus, which he found rather strange. Wasn't the Grand Master usually very eager to participate in these kinds of events? Why wasn't he going this time? Had he started working behind the scenes?

"I'm not going this time. If you guys get caught by the patrolling police, I'll pay someone outside to bail you out," Zhang Ailun joked.

Sig: "...?"

You just said there was no risk.

"Just kidding, why are you so nervous?"

Zhang Ailun patted him on the shoulder and took the military-grade tablet computer from the Wrangler.

"I'm a millionaire, the head of the team, and it's ridiculous that I have to handle such a small business of two hundred thousand US dollars personally! People will think we have no one else to rely on."

After Zhang Ailun finished speaking, he waved his hand and said, "You guys train a lot in the military, so you should know how to connect to a private channel, right? The frequency is #***, and the password is very simple: a six-digit number consisting of one zero and five 8s. Remember to wear headphones and stay connected in real time."

After saying that, he picked up the tablet and turned to leave.

Sieg looked at him speechlessly, but didn't say anything. He fastened his seatbelt, started the car, turned the steering wheel, stepped on the gas, and drove away from the backyard, heading to his destination alone.

Zhang Ailun found the Beggar Gang's technical director at the auto repair shop, told him not to bother him unless necessary, went straight upstairs, closed the door, turned on his military tablet, and opened the voice channel.

Sig and Johnson had both put on their headsets and were connected to the central control channel, focusing on driving.

Zhang Ailun put on his headphones, looked at the location coordinates of the network card system, searched for the navigation location, and found that the Wrangler was driving towards the wealthy apartment area at No. 167 Tianlong Avenue, while the van was also leaving the city and heading to a suburban storage warehouse.

As technological equipment is updated, the execution of duties must also keep pace with the times.

"Can you hear me?"

Zhang Ailun asked a question in the channel.

Sig replied, "Boss, I can hear you. I'm on my way to Tianlong Avenue, and I expect to reach my destination in about three more traffic lights."

"We're on our way to the suburbs," Johnson and Melvin said. "And we're stuck in traffic."

Zhang Ailun glanced at the real-time location map and switched the channel to Sig's: "Sig, put on the hidden camera."

"I have arrived at Tianlong Avenue." Sig took out the hidden camera of the security equipment, wore it on his chest, and the first-person view quickly appeared on the military tablet computer.

Sieg turned the steering wheel and parked the car in the roadside parking lot. After getting out of the car, he encountered an elderly white man who reached out and asked for money. "Sir, it costs $2.5 per hour to park here."

"Why is it so expensive?" Sig was a little surprised.

Elsewhere, it only costs $5 for half a day. Is the pavement of your parking lot made of gold?

"Because this is a relatively busy area, the parking fee has always been this high. If you don't want to pay, you can choose not to park here," the elderly white man said.

"Okay, here's $5. Take it and keep an eye on my boss's car! I'll be right back for it!" Sig said, pulling out $5 with a disgruntled expression.

"I knew someone like you couldn't afford a luxury car like that." The old man chuckled. "You didn't steal it, did you?"

Sieg's fists clenched after hearing this. Who do you think you are, old man?

He immediately rebuked, "You are insulting a veteran."

"A soldier? Me too. I used to frequent the Imperial Graveyard. Back then I was healthy. Look at my arms. After I was discharged, I still have to sweep the streets and watch the parking lot here." The old man was not to be outdone. He rolled up his sleeves and showed off his bare elbows.

"..." Sig was speechless and choked with emotion.

"Damn it, how did this country become like this? Destroy it!!"

Sig, grumbling and cursing, picked up his tools, but unable to argue with the old man, he slunk away from the parking lot.

They soon arrived at the target apartment, bought some snacks and drinks at a convenience store, pretended to be a passerby taking a break, and sat on a bench to start staking out the location.

"Boss, there are so many home security cameras around here..."

Sieg took a look and found that there were cameras everywhere, both at the entrance of the apartment and in the parking lot next to it.

"You've already cracked it, haven't you? Nobody's home during the day anyway." Zhang Ailun watched the first-person perspective with great interest, like he was playing an online game.

Sieg immediately took out the software provided by Blitz, and with its foolproof operation, he searched for nearby electromagnetic signal sources and systematically deciphered the cameras.

After glancing around and finding no one, he immediately slung his bag over his shoulder and slipped into the underground parking garage.

It took some time to find the silver Bentley parked in the corner.

After checking the vehicle information and confirming that it was correct, I took out the small tool that Blitz had made from my backpack again, imitated the vehicle key to unlock it, and stuck it on the handlebars at the same frequency.

The next second, two beeps sounded, and not only did the Bentley unlock, but the two cars next to it also unlocked.

"..." Is the signal power that strong?

Sieg didn't look at the private cars next to him. He felt a little guilty about acting alone. The two cars were not within the target unit's area. He opened the car door and sat directly in the Bentley. He familiarized himself with the center console and gear shift, and started the vehicle.

With skillful reversing, he drove out of the parking space and sped away.

"Boss, which street should I go to avoid the cameras?" Sig asked for help from the back office.

Zhang Ailun pulled up the map and checked the nearby security cameras. It was all dark and narrow roads. He pointed out the direction directly: "Turn left at the next intersection. Drive onto Mugen Street, take Route 24, head towards Kakin Bridge, follow the railway facilities in the warehouse district, and take a 20-minute detour through the alleys to get back to the auto repair shop."

Sig received the navigation route and immediately began to focus on driving.

Seeing that he was on the right track, Zhang Ailun simply locked the camera feed and switched to another sub-channel, where the chat window was completely black.

"Josen, put on your cameras and turn them on so I can see what you're doing," Zhang Ailun reminded him.

As soon as the Grand Master finished speaking, accompanied by a crackling sound, the screen quickly brightened and a synchronized image appeared on the display.

"Boss, we've reached the suburbs and will be able to get to the warehouse soon."

Zhang Ailun glanced around, and Melvin, holding a camera, looked around. Besides Qiao Sen, who was driving the vehicle, there were two other Beggar Clan disciples. The vehicle turned onto a bumpy road and drove for a while before arriving at the door of a warehouse.

Surprisingly, a group of people had gathered there; several young white men were busy fiddling with the warehouse door, using lock-picking tools.

Turning their heads, they saw the bread truck arriving, and the group suddenly became a little flustered.

"Boss, there's someone here!" Johnson and Melvin were also a little surprised.

Zhang Ailun glanced at the group of motorcyclists; the intelligence report had already given them a heads-up. He replied, "What's the panic? Didn't you see they're picking locks? They're definitely some fellow thieves! When dealing with these shameless car thieves, all we need to do is be a little tougher on them! They're probably more panicked than you are right now, and they don't even know what you're doing."

"OK!"

Having received instructions from the leader, Qiao Sen, seeing the group looking guilty, immediately rolled down the car window and asked, "Hey! What are you doing here?"

"Hey buddy, is this your territory? If so, we're leaving right now."

The young white man replied calmly, "We're just a group of tourists here. Our car broke down, and we'd like to borrow some tools to fix it."

"This is indeed our territory, you'd better leave here immediately," Johnson urged.

"Okay." The young white man, still suspicious, led the group onto his motorcycle and drove away.

Back on the highway, they also felt something was off. The young white man, irritated, yelled at his companion, "Fxxk you! Didn't you say everyone else went in? How come more people are coming?"

"I don't know why anyone would come."

My companion was also a little annoyed that he had been scolded for no reason.

He took out his phone and made a series of calls. "Hey! Didn't you tell me there was no one guarding this place? You also provided the information about those three cars worth hundreds of thousands of dollars. Are you kidding us? What? You're so sure everyone here is inside? Okay, let me double-check."

After hanging up the phone, he said to the young white man, completely bewildered, "Vulture said he saw those people in prison. They're all in there, and the best outcome is deportation. This warehouse is unclaimed, and the cars inside are even less likely to be claimed. So those people couldn't possibly be the owners. They must be colleagues!"

"Fxxk! I knew those guys came here with ill intentions. Since we're in the same line of work, there's no need to be polite with them! We were here first!" Upon hearing this, the young white man instantly gained confidence and led his men back to fight their way back.

Just as Johnson and Melvin got out of the car and were about to figure out how to open the warehouse door, they turned around and saw those people riding back on their motorcycles.

The young white man got out of the car aggressively, pulled out a handgun, walked up to them, and cursed, "What are you doing? Where are you from? Don't you know the rules? This is our business!"

Johnson was so angry he laughed.

With a stern face, he said, "I don't understand a word you're saying. Don't mess with us, okay? This is our territory!"

"This is clearly Eagles' territory. They got into a fight with some black guys in the city and got arrested long ago. Are you Mexican?"

The young white man said irritably, "Look around, buddy! There are six of us, and you only have four. Since we're all in the same line of work, to avoid conflict and unnecessary trouble, we'll split those three bikes in half! Otherwise, I'll call the police! Let me tell you, I'm a member of the Razer biker gang!"

Seeing their arrogant attitude, Johnson was thinking of just pulling out his gun and shooting them all, but when Zhang Ailun heard about the Razer biker gang, he immediately stopped them.

"Ask him what his name is. If he's really from Razer, things will be much easier. I know their boss."

Upon hearing the Grand Master's instructions, Qiao Sen was impressed by the Grand Master's extensive network of connections, realizing he knew all sorts of people. He immediately inquired about the names of several individuals.

"My name is Pusen. What, you've heard of Motorbike?" the young white man asked suspiciously.

"Our boss knows your boss. Just wait over there."

Johnson pulled a submachine gun from his tactical chest pack and snapped, "Get out of the way! Don't block the way! You don't want to experience what Victor has to offer!"

"Oh shit!" The motorcycle gang members were instantly speechless when they saw him pull out a gun that was thicker and bigger than theirs.

"I should have brought two shotguns with me when I went out," the young white man thought, feeling unlucky.

Looking at the first-person camera feed, Zhang Ailun took out his phone and contacted Sadie.

Zhang Ailun: Is there a white guy on your team named Pusen? He's not very tall, has a nose piercing, and blue hair. He said he's from Razer.

Sadie: What? Did one of my people offend you? I'll go ask someone.

Less than two minutes later, Sadie quickly responded.

Sadie: That young man named Pusen is indeed a member of our Razer Motorcycle Club. But strictly speaking, he's not a core member of our Motorbike Club; he hasn't participated in any escort missions or other duties. How do you know him? Did he offend you or one of your people? Although he's young and impetuous, he shouldn't be stupid enough to rob an armored truck, right?

Zhang Ailun: My people are doing vehicle recycling business outside, and they've had a misunderstanding with them. I think you need to resolve this matter.

Sadie: Okay! I'll handle it. I hope this little thing won't affect our relationship! You owe me another favor this time! Think about how you're going to make it up to me!

What other way can we compensate them?

Anyway, the Grand Master is so fed up with his own problems that he's not afraid of being bitten anymore.

At worst, I'll just let you take a bite.

Sadie quickly went to find someone to handle it.

The young white man was waiting patiently by the roadside when his phone rang. He immediately answered, "Boss, let me explain..." He was met with a barrage of scolding as soon as he finished speaking.

After hanging up the phone, he said helplessly, "Okay, these things are yours now. I was hoping to close a deal and impress the boss, but I ran into an acquaintance. I don't want to be expelled from the organization."

After saying that, he and his men rode away on motorcycles.

Johnson watched them leave, then curiously asked the leader, "Boss, how did you resolve this matter?"

Zhang Ailun: "You don't need to worry about the deals between the bosses. Just make sure the car is safely driven back."

"OK".

Johnson put away his gun and let Melvin continue picking the lock. They quickly opened the warehouse door, where three private cars were neatly parked.

"Boss, we're heading back now," Melvin informed the Grand Master.

"I've planned the driving route for you." Zhang Ailun filtered the routes on the navigation map, choosing not to select the main roads patrolled by the state police, but instead taking those mountainous and secluded side roads. When returning to the city, they would also have to take a detour through the poor streets back to the auto repair shop.

Seeing that they had started the vehicle and were on their way back to the city, Zhang Ailun switched back to Sig's channel.

The other party has now driven the car back to the street where the old Pick Auto Repair Shop is located, skillfully maneuvering through the alleys, and finally driving into the backyard, completing the mission.

Zhang Ailun went downstairs to meet Sig. There were no customers left in the auto repair shop. He went to the backyard and looked at the silver-gray Bentley, and was very satisfied.

They immediately summoned the technical director to modify the private car.

The Beggars' Sect's technical director had the car driven to the workshop, inspected its condition, and offered some suggestions: "Boss, nothing else needs to be modified. Bentleys are luxury cars that prioritize comfort, unlike Maseratis. My suggestion is to have it repainted and fine-tuned first, then list it online for customers to order. After they pay a deposit, we can then modify it according to their needs. That would be more cost-effective."

"Okay, let's do it your way. You guys are the professionals in this area." Zhang Ailun nodded and accepted his suggestion.

Looking at the listings, only his Lamborghini Evo was on the list, which had already been viewed by several hundred people, but the head of the group had no intention of selling it yet.

Sieg went out to the parking lot to get the leader's Wrangler. Half an hour later, Johnson and Melvin also drove their car back to the auto repair shop from the suburbs.

The Beggars' Gang staff took over the vehicle, drove it to the modification workshop, removed the license plate, and began to make minor adjustments to the vehicle with a fresh paint job.

When Sieg returned in his Wrangler, Zhang Ailun took them back to the office and talked to them about the big deal.

Sieg and his team were stunned after hearing this. This was a commission deal worth hundreds of thousands of dollars! Second only to the big operation they carried out in Little Rock.

Where exactly does the Grand Master get so many mission channels?

One has to admire the leader's extensive network of connections; he can take on any kind of side job. On the streets, a big reputation is useless; you need to make more friends so that you can get more business through introductions! A friend of a friend is a friend.

Of course, there is no objection to this. The Beggars' Sect disciples are like bricks; the Grand Master can move them wherever he needs to!

Evening arrived quickly. Tommy sent another message to the Grand Master, inquiring about the situation.

Tommy: What's your decision?

Burger King: I've already had the equipment prepared, and I'll be meeting with you in a bit.

Tommy: Hahaha! I knew I hadn't misjudged you! You help me, I help you, and that's how we can all grow bigger and stronger! As long as New Great White Shark Entertainment can overcome this crisis, your two girlfriends will sign with our company and become famous figures! Playing games with famous figures loved by countless people will give you a different sense of accomplishment, won't it?

Burger King: You think you know everything! You better keep your word and satisfy me, or I'll destroy you.

Tommy: ...ok.

Why is this person still so fierce?

(End of this chapter)