America: Starting with Daily Intelligence

Chapter 212 Black and Red Are Also Red

Zhang Ailun went downstairs and called over staff from Armed Nation. They drove three armed escort vehicles, fully armed, to the wealthy villa area of ​​West Hollywood.

During this time, Blitz was also notified to participate in this task, since this matter could not be done without him. The USB drive could not be found anywhere, and they still needed him to locate the signal source and find the coordinates.

Qibatu has already modified the self-destructing drone, brought it back to the armed nation, and loaded it onto the escort vehicle.

They soon arrived at the villa area of ​​West Hollywood, but there were police officers patrolling there. When they saw an unfamiliar vehicle parked outside the community, they came over to conduct a routine check.

Zhang Ailun immediately sent a message to Tommy, asking him to bring people out to meet him, and also showed the police his CCW credentials and armed national qualifications.

Not long after, a white young man with dyed silver-gray hair, wearing a studded leather jacket, a large gold chain around his neck, tattoos on all ten fingers, and diamond rings, exuding an air of nouveau riche, came out with his men to meet them.

Zhang Ailun immediately recognized him as Rip, the initiator of the job, who is also a well-known DJ and music producer on the West Coast. He has many fans on YouTube and short videos, mostly teenagers.

However, the leader couldn't appreciate his work, just like an old person can't appreciate modern pop music. After finishing the meeting with Sig and the others in the afternoon, the leader also searched and listened to it while preparing, but the whole song was full of cocoa, leaves, violence, and erotic lyrics, all kinds of weirdness, as if it wouldn't sell well without mentioning a single word. It made him a little doubtful about life.

But if people like to listen to it and it sells, it means it's a good work. Anyway, freedom of speech isn't illegal. Which law on the West Coast says that lyrics can't contain pornography, gambling, or drugs?

As long as there is no overt racial discrimination, no targeting of people of color, and no mockery of beautiful women, even presidents and Jesus can be mentioned freely.

They were somewhat stunned when they saw the several armed escort vehicles parked outside.

Rip walked over, glanced at it, and said somewhat exaggeratedly, "Oh! Guys! Look what you guys brought! I thought people in this line of work would be very low-key, but you guys are really something else. Even though I'm not in this industry, I can tell you're a reliable team!"

He immediately lit a leaf to calm his nerves, and also gave two more to the leader, saying they would share half when they met.

But Zhang Ailun immediately waved his hand to refuse, saying, "We don't smoke or drink during missions; our people never do that."

"See that? That's professionalism!" Rip immediately gave a thumbs up and said to his underlings.

The patrol officer next to him looked at him speechlessly. "Damn it, you're going to get a group of people to play with marijuana right in front of us. Do you even consider us human beings?"

Unless you're some white Ansar living in a villa, seriously. My 9mm extended magazine Glock 17 on my belt is really not going to put up with you!

But he was too embarrassed to say anything more, as he was already used to it. He could only cough, block the body camera with his hand, and adjust his position.

I looked up at the sky, pretending nothing had happened. Dark clouds obscured the moon; the night was dark and windy. What a beautiful night...

The rich are the bosses here. They're just here to look after the place, serving the wealthy. The rich don't pay their property fees and taxes for nothing, and the rich don't get paid for nothing either. Here, the rich are God!

Rip explained to the police officers in the villa area that they were all friends. The officers diligently took pictures of the license plate number, had the owner sign the document, and then let him pass. He then turned around and went back to chatting and drinking coffee with his colleagues.

What does this have to do with them? They only get a few thousand dollars a month. Let's see what happens when things really get out of hand.

Tommy also warmly greeted him, "Buddy, you've really made a scene, bringing three armored trucks?"

"After all, this is a big deal. How can I help my employer resolve this matter if I don't show some sincerity and strength?" Zhang Ailun smiled.

"Let's go inside and talk," Rip said, leading the way to the luxury villa in the armored vehicle.

But he smoked a bit too much leaf tobacco, and he was walking a little unsteadily. It was also clear that the packaging and quality of the leaf tobacco were far superior to those loose cigarettes sold on the street. It was a private custom order, with each leaf tobacco costing at least tens of dollars, and a box of 20 costing around $700!

After Zhang Ailun got out of the car, he led his men, including Rip and Tommy, into the villa. It was brightly lit and luxuriously decorated, with an outdoor swimming pool and several scantily clad bikini-clad women in the yard. Several bottles of champagne and red wine were open, as if a party was being held.

Noticing Zhang Ailun's strange expression, Tommy explained, "Didn't expect that, did you! This was all prepared for you! To celebrate your arrival! We can enjoy ourselves after we complete the mission!"

"I thought you guys were really that carefree, having the nerve to throw a party after losing something," Zhang Ailun joked. "Don't get too excited. You seem to have a lot of faith in me, but what if I fail this mission?"

"There's no such problem at all," Tommy waved his hand. Having witnessed the Beggars' Sect's efficiency in their previous two collaborations, he knew there was nothing they couldn't solve.

Zhang Ailun left the other Beggars' Sect disciples outside to guard the area, while he went upstairs with Sig, who was carrying equipment.

Upon arriving at the VIP lounge, a private room in the villa, neon lights flickered, and the decor resembled a karaoke room, complete with an electronic keyboard, drum set, and other musical instruments.

After finding a place to put down the equipment, Sieg struck a professional pose, wearing sunglasses, standing in a corner with his arms crossed, without saying a word.

Zhang Ailun sat on the sofa, and Rip took out a bottle of Ace of Spades from the liquor cabinet, opened it and poured a few glasses for the group. Judging from the outer packaging, it wasn't the kind of cheap, fake, and flashy stuff you find in cheap bars. Although it wasn't the top-of-the-line Ace of Spades, the empty bottle alone was worth at least $200.

"Guys, let's give you a warm welcome! Let's have a drink first, then we'll talk about how to rip those black bastards out of their sight!"

Rip immediately turned on the DJ set, and his underlings started wailing and howling.

"Champagne isn't considered alcohol, so it won't affect your work," Tommy added from the side.

"..." Zhang Ailun raised his glass speechlessly. "Okay."

I had a small drink, the taste was so-so, but after one glass I was already several hundred dollars gone. Who's buying this stuff anyway?

"I can tell you're really rich, buddy." After finishing a glass of Ace of Spades, Zhang Ailun saw the other man take out a few more cigars and smoke them, sitting on the sofa and puffing away. He even found a few blonde, blue-eyed white women to provide massage services.

Zhang Ailun flatly refused. No joking or flirting with the leader during work hours!

To be honest, he'd never seen business negotiations conducted like this before. What happened to privacy? Aren't you afraid someone will secretly record you and post the video?

"I am indeed very rich. If my independent record company plan had succeeded, I would have been a multi-millionaire by now. But those damn black bastards made me lose millions of dollars! Not only did I have to pay a penalty for breach of contract, but I also had to pay out two million dollars! If those music copies cannot be recovered, the production of subsequent records will be completely ruined! The loss is at least five million dollars!" It would have been better if he hadn't mentioned it. Just mentioning this made Rip furious. He barely managed to refrain from smashing things.

He cursed and swore at the black devils for their lack of martial ethics.

"Is the underground DJ record market really that big?" Zhang Ailun wasn't very familiar with it. The batch of records he brought back for Tommy last time was only worth about $50,000. Irregular stuff can't be considered high-end, and all of it being violent and erotic, it definitely couldn't be counted as platinum sales. He didn't expect it to still sell for so much money.

"Rip has a lot of fans and a lot of traffic. Many teenagers on the West Coast like his records. Even if he sang a pile of dog shit, people would still buy it! Otherwise, if he had chosen to switch labels and start his own company, those black people wouldn't have targeted him like this. Those people are just worried that he will steal their business and take over their market."

Tommy explained, "Do you know how hard he works? Have you ever seen the view of Los Angeles at 4 a.m.? Do you know what it feels like to practice rapping every day until your voice is hoarse?"

"I haven't seen it. I don't know who would pay for this, but I imagine they're all a bit dim-witted!" Zhang Ailun said speechlessly, realizing that there are also popular young male celebrities on the West Coast.

"You're right! We're making money off fools, because it's easier to make money off idiots and poor people. By catering to their tastes, we can get our hands on their money. The reason the rich are rich is because they are too shrewd and stingy. It's very difficult for you to make money off them." Rip readily admitted.

"I've seen the view of Los Angeles at four in the morning because I haven't gone to sleep yet. I've lost my voice because I smoked too much tobacco," Rip laughed heartily.

"Let's talk about how to help you destroy or retrieve those music copies." Zhang Ailun didn't want to argue with them too much about this matter.

"That's exactly what I was going to say, buddy. You're a street hustler too, you know about Sally Motobang in the suburbs, right?" Rip became a little more serious. "They're the ones who stole my goods! I heard they're quite powerful in the suburbs, often doing human trafficking, smuggling vehicles, and assassinations. Even the gangs in the city don't dare to mess with them! Many of the more famous black DJs on the West Coast also have business dealings with them and frequently pay them money."

"I've only heard of the Cripples & Blood gang; their stronghold is in District 13, and they're quite powerful. In District 5, there's also Motorbike Gang from Titan Arcade, but the others don't seem to be very well-known. I heard Snoopy Dogs, who's quite famous in the West Coast black rap scene, is also part of the Cripples Gang? And Dr. Dre?"

He was fairly familiar with Dr. Dre, even if he wasn't familiar with the West Coast rap scene, he was quite familiar with this black guy, after all, they had done similar commission tasks online. A newbie needs a million in starting capital!

Zhang Ailun didn't take it too seriously. That black guy runs a business in the city, how many AKs could he possibly have at home? With the current arsenal of the leader, with RPGs displayed in the store, he really doesn't take them seriously.

If you're so capable, go practice in the suburbs, you little devils.

Groves, rocky beaches, desolate plains, rural towns, farms and ranches—you can choose any map you like!

The Grand Master's 100% win rate field battle intelligence runes are now equipped!!

The Grand Master doesn't even need to personally intervene. Remotely controlling a squadron of suicide drones will blow you to smithereens, leaving you bruised and battered, with no trace of your ashes. Even if you're dark-skinned!

Their ancestors must have accumulated eight generations of good karma!!

Ultimately, West Coast gang rap is still essentially a gang. The things they've done are already on the FBI's radar, and there's no way to clear their names. Just by looking at their skin color, they can tell you're a good cotton picker!

Even if the higher-ups want to whitewash their image and suck up to white congressmen, they can't stop their underlings from constantly clamoring to do big things and make money.

If you want to use the gang to do business, but don't want to get too close to the gang members, and you're siding with the wrong side, then you can expect to get shot in the back! Changing the boss isn't the only way to make money; there are plenty of leaders who want to rise to the top.

The notorious family gangs in Chicago and Detroit are far more powerful than these Los Angeles street gangs. Although they also do shady business, they suffered a major purge starting in the last century, and most of them have transitioned to legitimate industries. Learning from Capone's experience, their top leadership is stable and unlikely to change easily. They mix shady and legitimate businesses, dealing in both drugs and entertainment, and they are no longer in the same circle.

No matter how well you're in a gang, you'll be like a mouse before a cat when you see the FBI. You'll desperately try to squeeze into high society and clear your name. The upward mobility channels have long been locked up, and you can only make noise in certain blue states.

Let alone crossing national borders, even crossing a district or half a street would get you beaten half to death by hostile forces. You wouldn't dare go to neighboring Texas, where black people would be killed the moment they showed their faces.

Although the leader of the organization runs an arms shop, his background is clean. He's a beggar's leader, a shameful beggar, but his business is legal and compliant. He can go to any state, red or blue. There are beggars in every country in the world!

Even a major in the military region would sit down and talk business with them politely, knowing they had a bright future ahead of them.

Most of the people in the arms trade are white or other people of color; I've hardly ever seen any Black people.

I can fly an armed helicopter all over Los Angeles with my legal documents, can you black people do that? If I don't shoot you down in the next second, it's because your ancestors have accumulated good karma by picking cotton like crazy on a farm for three generations.

"Where is their territory, and how many people are there?" Zhang Ailun asked.

"I asked around, and they have a camp near the mountains in Simi Valley, which is their main base. They also run a repair shop, a tire shop, and an underground casino," Tommy said. "I'm not sure about the exact number, but many Black people from small towns join their motorcycle gang, so they're quite powerful."

"Simi Valley?" Zhang Ailun looked at Blitz beside him.

Blitz opened his laptop and checked, then said, "That place is quite close to the Agula Mountain Airport you visited last time."

"This is the member of our team who is responsible for handling information and intelligence work. You can call him Robot," Zhang Ailun introduced to the two.

He said with a smile, "Don't let his unassuming appearance fool you; he's a world-class black hat maker."

"White hat!" Blitz quickly said, not daring to lie. He earned his money through hard work, and we had agreed that we were doing legitimate business.

Who's working hard in a convenience store, wearing a black hat, trying to earn a living? Are they homeless? They can't possibly be involved in illegal activities, using coercion and bribery to make a fortune!

Tommy is the most qualified to speak on this.

Having already experienced the power of Burger King's intelligence network firsthand, knowing everything about them, even their underwear, I couldn't be more terrified of Blitz when the head of the organization introduced him.

Seeing how reliable they were, Rip trusted them and said, "If you can help me destroy the music copy, I'll give you $80! Not a penny less! If you can bring the USB drive back safely without affecting my record release, I can also give you extra sales commissions! This is a record I've meticulously produced; online sales alone will earn me at least $700 million! And that doesn't even include endorsements!"

"This crappy record can make so much money?"

Zhang Ailun was starting to have an existential crisis; that was seven million US dollars. Even grilling kidneys wouldn't earn that much, right?

"This is all thanks to the rise of short videos. There weren't many online sales channels before, but with short videos, internet celebrities and stars have become very good at monetizing their influence. I have a lot of fans on these platforms, and with the later marketing and promotion, the total sales across the entire network have reached this level!" Rip said.

"You probably don't know how valuable that USB chip is. It contains all the data I've painstakingly collected over the years. As long as I have it, I'll never lack inspiration. Low-quality records can be easily imitated and edited using AI modules, generating combinations like a money-printing machine! But those black devils went too far! They robbed me of my life savings! Even if I can't have it, I can't let anyone else get it!" Rip gritted his teeth in hatred.

I originally thought that I would just vent my anger and let it go, but it would be too difficult to bring the items back safely. After all, they were things I made myself, and I couldn't let those black guys get them for free. So I decided to go down with the flow!

But now that the leader's professional team has joined, he has seen hope.

Zhang Ailun was also a little puzzled when he heard him say that. "Mass-produced goods, once you've made money, won't that affect your future sales? Are those people that stupid?"

Why would you eat shit once and then rush to eat it a second time?

Tommy explained, "People at big companies definitely look down on these assembly-line products, but for us, a good product is one that sells. We don't care about damaging our reputation. Who in the West Coast industry doesn't have a scandal? Where are all the truly great works? To become famous, you have to create hype! As long as there are scandals and trending topics, there's traffic! And that's money!"

"Even if they want to give a bad review, they'd have to buy a record first, right? That's how they fall for our trick. As long as they pay, they're the boss. Like I said, we only make money off fools, and America has no shortage of fools and trolls. Being controversial is still being controversial."

Tommy laughed and said, "Recently, there's been news about a new black rap star getting into a car accident where a person's dog was hit and killed by marijuana. We're preparing to have Rip, an animal lover who never does drugs or smokes marijuana, diss him! Those black fans can't stand being dissed. As long as he responds, we've got this wave of traffic for sure!!"

They'll cover the food for this wave of traffic, bro.

In this seemingly peaceful haven of the West Coast entertainment industry, there is no shortage of conflicting topics.

(End of this chapter)