America: Starting with Daily Intelligence

Chapter 214 Motorbon

Old Hei didn't dare to argue. Under his guidance, the group quickly found a small silver safe in the room. They hadn't expected the guy to be so cautious, hiding it in a secret compartment on the second floor.

Zhang Ailun asked Lao Hei to enter the password, and the other party had no choice but to obediently do so.

They opened the safe and, sure enough, found a USB drive inside. There was also a stack of erotic photos.

"Is this the thing?" Zhang Ailun asked Rip to come over and examine it.

"This is it! This is my USB drive!!"

Rip happily accepted the USB drive. "Thank goodness, they really did hide it in the city! This will save me a lot of trouble!"

"Shit! Isn't this a picture of Maggie, the late-night radio host?" Tommy was shocked the moment he saw the explicit photo, and looked at Old Black indignantly, "I've been chasing her for a week and haven't even been able to have dinner with her, and I never expected she'd be sleeping with you, and you even took nude photos of her!"

He immediately stuffed it into his pocket, feeling indignant, intending to study it later that evening.

Old Hei didn't dare to breathe loudly.

"So, all that data in the suburbs are just copies of music? Now that we have the original chip, do we still need to go to the suburbs to look for those black motorbike communities?" Sig asked.

"Of course I want it! I'm just taking back what was rightfully mine! But those shameless guys secretly made many copies. As long as the copies are still in their hands, the record sales plan isn't safe. Only the unique chip data has value!"

Rip angrily said, "Just like this guy said, they could easily produce a lot of low-quality records to seize the market! Register patents, so even if I release a new record, it will affect me, and I might even have to sue them."

"So the safest method is still to destroy those copies?" Sieg nodded, agreeing with his statement.

"What are we going to do with this guy? Just leave him here alone? What if he calls the police if we leave?" Tommy asked, pointing at the black man.

He rubbed the bruises on his face, still looking annoyed. "Damn black guy, he's as strong as an ox. He's definitely a pro at picking cotton."

"Hey! That's racism!" the black man immediately complained.

"I'm fucking discriminating against you!" Tommy yelled and kicked him, causing the old black man to curl up on the ground in pain, clutching his head and howling.

That was an unstoppable force, unstoppable even by gods or Buddhas; Zhang Ailun tried to break it up, but he wouldn't listen.

Finally, he had no choice but to abandon his true intentions and said unhappily, "Why don't you go downstairs and have a one-on-one duel with your rival? That place is more spacious. If that doesn't work, you can imitate a cowboy duel from the Wild West. We'll talk after you've decided who's the winner?"

Tommy immediately became quiet upon hearing this and quickly said, "I'm so sorry, I was really too impulsive! Please continue, and don't treat me like a human being."

Sig also wanted to ask the Grand Master's opinion, so he looked at Zhang Ailun.

Zhang Ailun pondered, "Go to the apartment's storage room, find some rope, tie this guy up, and lock him in the closet. Anyway, without evidence, he can't sue us. When his company realizes something's wrong, they'll definitely come looking for him. He won't die."

"Okay." Sig immediately turned around and went downstairs to find the tools.

"Actually, the safest way is to take this guy to the suburbs and dispose of him."

After Sieg left, in front of Old Black, the Grand Master casually suggested, "Only in this way can we avoid trouble. My men can do the work, and it will absolutely not involve you. Don't worry, our men are professionals. They'll make him disappear without a trace!"

Holding a shotgun in his hand, stroking his beloved gun, the light casting a shadow on half of his face, he looked serious and didn't seem to be lying.

Old Black was instantly frightened, and Rip was also a little surprised.

Old Hei hurriedly pleaded, "Please don't! Please let me go! I promise I won't tell anyone or call the police! Even if people from the company ask, I'll just say I was robbed in my home, but it was too dark inside, and the lights were broken, so I didn't see anything! Those robbers were even darker than me."

"Good suggestion."

Seeing how cooperative he was, Zhang Ailun smiled and said, "But even if you tell the people at the company, it's useless, because after today, those motorcycle gangs entrenched in the suburbs will be wiped out. Go back and tell your company people not to get involved in this mess on the streets! Since you're in the record business, do it properly, be legitimate, don't try to be like those West Coast gangsters!"

Do they have that capability?

Old Hei nodded repeatedly, not daring to say a word in the face of truth.

But when the leader turned to talk to Rip and the other man, his eyes started darting around. Taking advantage of a moment when the three weren't paying attention, he took off running towards the door.

"He got away!!" the black woman shouted immediately.

Hearing this, Lao Hei turned around and glared at her fiercely. Just a moment ago she was calling her "my darling," and now she's turning her back on her? You just wait!

"Wait a minute..." Zhang Ailun turned around and saw Lao Hei running out the door without looking back, and he couldn't stop him no matter what he tried.

The next second, I heard the sound of the pull ring starting up, bang!

It's impossible to reason with that damned Brother Ni.

With a piercing roar and flying sawdust, Old Black let out a howl and fell to the ground, covering his ears and letting out a pig-like scream. He rolled down the stairs to the first floor, where he lay limp, convulsing and groaning.

Sig had just come out of the warehouse with the rope in his hand when he saw this scene and was completely stunned.

Blitz, who was sitting on the sofa on the first floor writing code on his laptop, was also stunned. He was startled by the sudden explosion and turned to look at the hall.

What the heck? How did a huge black rat suddenly appear on the ground?

Look how scary it is!

"What are you doing?"

Sig looked at Old Black and felt a bit sorry for him, and was also puzzled.

This is the first time I've seen someone lie on top of a stun grenade. We didn't warn you, couldn't you have been more careful?

I was a little cautious when I went upstairs, and I deliberately kept something in reserve, just in case you used your racial talent to run away, right? Who would have thought you would actually dare to do it?

The leader was also merciful; he only gave you a stun grenade indoors, not a fragmentation grenade.

Otherwise, it would definitely turn out like last time in the suburbs, a bloody scene where several black people involved in human trafficking were covered in bruises and welts, so badly that they couldn't be pieced back together.

To stop Old Black from whining and disturbing the neighbors' sleep, Sieg immediately put down the rope and punched him hard in the jawbone. Old Black's eyes rolled back and he passed out.

Zhang Ailun led Rip and Tommy downstairs and saw Old Black, who was tied up tightly. He was now extremely cooperative and didn't utter a single complaint.

Tommy was so frightened by the explosion that he didn't dare breathe. Looking at the old black man lying motionless like a dead pig, he lowered his voice and said with some fear, "He's dead?"

"No, he was just knocked unconscious. The ones installed indoors were just stun grenades; they won't kill anyone," Sig explained.

"That's good..." Rip and Tommy breathed a sigh of relief. It was good that no one had died, after all, no one wanted to have a life taken for no reason.

Now that they had obtained the goods and vented their anger, they were ready to let the other party off the hook.

Although they kept saying they wanted to kill Lao Hei, it was mostly just talk; when it came to actually doing it indoors, they found it hard to bring themselves to do it.

Adhering to the principle of the happy ones giving way, they felt that the other party had a worthless life, while they were so rich and had a bright future, and they didn't want to ruin their future for this.

I didn't expect the leader to be so cautious. That's why he's a professional!

This kind of thing should be left to a professional team to handle.

"Tommy, go lend a hand and carry him upstairs." Zhang Ailun put away his spray bottle and directed Tommy to work with Sig.

Tommy had no choice but to do it, helping Sieg carry the person upstairs and cleaning up the wood chips on the stairs.

The furniture was scattered, and the paint on the walls crumbled; the power of a stun grenade at close range is considerable. People with heart conditions could easily be killed.

After quickly dealing with Old Black's matter and tidying up the room, Zhang Ailun led his men out of the apartment. Rip and Tommy took the meritorious Black girl to Hellcat, while the leader, along with Sig and Blitz, prepared to head to the city to begin their work.

"Wait for our good news." Zhang Ailun greeted the others, told Sieg to start the car, rolled up the windows, and drove off the street with a throttle.

Watching the Grand Master leave, Rip hurriedly started the car, left the apartment, and lit a leaf to calm his nerves.

"That scared me to death... This was so exciting! Dude, I have a new creative idea!!" Rip said excitedly.

Tommy said speechlessly, "Well, congratulations then. If you need more inspiration, just tell me, and I'll give you a free meal."

"Fxxk you! You know that's not what I meant!" Two people ganging up on him and getting beaten up by that black guy, how dare you bring up something so shameful?

Two men stacked together are not as brave as that black girl.

"Fxxk you! to!" Tommy also fiercely raised his middle finger.

The black woman sat in the back seat of the car, legs crossed, just wanting to laugh. She was practically ready to pull out her phone and type a text to her friends: "Family, does anyone understand...?"

The escort vehicle drove out of the city and headed towards the suburbs. Blitz also received a notification from the Beggars' Sect disciples. After glancing at the message, he said, "Bailey and the others have arrived in the suburbs. They've parked at a tire shop and a repair shop and are waiting for your notification. They said those shops don't have surveillance equipment, but someone is keeping watch. There aren't many passersby around anymore."

Zhang Ailun glanced at the photos of the filming location, taken by a drone. From an overhead view, there was a dilapidated store with motorcycles and pickup trucks parked outside. Sure enough, there were several black men on guard duty, each armed with a rifle and other cameras. The scale of the operation looked quite impressive.

However, such small-caliber weapons are nothing in front of the leader. So what if everyone has an AK?

In modern warfare, whoever has the strongest firepower, the best intelligence, and the ability to stir up trouble behind the scenes wins. Since they don't openly engage in gunfights, they have plenty of ways to take down these black guys!

"We'll make our move when we get there," Zhang Ailun said.

"OK." Blitz sent the message to the other party, instructing them to remain still.

Sig drove the armored escort vehicle smoothly along the road. Fifteen minutes later, he turned onto another main road. After driving for about ten more minutes, he approached the area with tire shops, repair shops, and underground casinos, which was also a fork in the road.

"These guys are really making a lot of money in the suburbs. I wonder how much cash they have in the underground casino." Zhang Ailun pulled out a short-barreled shotgun and a Victor submachine gun from his tactical chest pack and set up the tail handle.

The leader's words enlightened the two men in the car, reminding them of the casino robbery in Little Rock.

Blitz analyzed, "There are relatively few customers around here, and it's an underground illegal casino. It can't compare to Star Shine Casino in Little Rock or the casinos in Las Vegas. Its scale is basically the same as small casinos in Southeast Asia. It uses temperature control and automated systems, and it also employs some cheaters."

"Anyone who comes here to participate in the casino is definitely a tourist from out of town who has been tricked. They will definitely lose badly! In addition to running a tire shop, they also engage in human trafficking and organ trafficking. Those who cannot repay their debts will definitely die a terrible death. There is a police station within a 10-kilometer radius, but strangely enough, they never pay attention to these motorcycle gangs."

"Although the assets aren't much, the casino's cash reserves should still be several hundred thousand dollars!" Blitz estimated.

"We've done a good deed by robbing the rich to help the poor, haven't we?" Sig grinned, having already found an excuse to take action.

"It's a pity that old Jack didn't come; otherwise, his expertise would have been perfect."

Zhang Ailun felt a little regretful. However, since one less person means one less share of the money, it's still quite reasonable.

They also chose to go to the car repair shop and tire shop on the other side first to have a quick bite, and to deal with the underground casino, mountain base camp and factory later.

Sig turned the steering wheel around, stepped on the gas, and drove off the main road towards the street where the tire shop was located.

When I arrived, I saw two familiar armed escort vehicles parked far away on the street, not even near the tire shop. There was a simple motel about 100 meters away.

Blitz glanced at the motel and said confidently, "This should also be a property of Motorbon! The graffiti symbols on the walls are all the same, so it should be one of their outposts for shift changes, but there were no USB drive copies hidden inside, so it wasn't shown on the location coordinates before."

"So their power is quite considerable? Doesn't they have a main base over at the mountain camp?"

Zhang Ailun frowned. This was much more troublesome than the Black Panther team.

He sighed, "There's nothing we can do."

He could only point to a box of mysterious weapons in the back of the truck, "Blitzcrank, get my RPG out in a bit!"

"Boss, it can't be that serious. It's not that bad yet, like blowing up the building!" Sig was startled.

"I was just kidding. There's only a VSS sniper rifle inside, not some RPG, which is the store's prized possession." Zhang Ailun chuckled. "Wouldn't it be a waste of money to use a rocket launcher to deal with these people?"

The next second, he switched to a compassionate tone, "Just bomb them with drones. There are 200 of them anyway. We've never used them before, so we don't know how powerful they are or whether they can actually blow people to pieces."

"..."

Please, have some decency. Seriously.

After getting out of the car, I greeted Bailey, who was in charge of guarding the target here, and he reported on his observations.

"Boss, this whole street is their property! We've barely seen any white people, but we've seen over a dozen armed blacks. How many of them are there? The entire Motorbond team must have at least a couple hundred people!"

Bailey was a little apprehensive. Luckily, they were using drones; otherwise, as soon as they drove the car over, it would probably have been handed to them like easy prey, and those black guys would have definitely opened fire on the armored truck.

"What are you afraid of? If having more people was useful, Africa would have been the global hegemon long ago. We live in a civilized society now. They need large-caliber sniper rifles and rocket launchers. Have you seen any scenes of them kidnapping people for trade here?" Zhang Ailun asked.

"No, they wouldn't dare to traffic people here," Bailey replied.

"Boss, shall we make our move now?" The other Beggars' Sect disciples also asked, feeling itchy to get started and unable to hold back.

Look at you, always in such a hurry.

You think this is whack-a-mole? You think you can just kill them one by one as soon as they peek out

(End of this chapter)