America: Starting with Daily Intelligence

Chapter 215 Bloodbath in the Streets

Although it was dark and windy here, and given their equipment and personal qualities, they could certainly accomplish this, there was no need to rush.

Zhang Ailun looked at Blitz sitting in the car, seeking his opinion, "Have those two signal sources remained untouched at the tire shop and repair shop?"

"That's right. The tire shop and the repair shop are only half a block apart." Blitz nodded.

"OK!"

What are we waiting for?

Zhang Ailun gave the order directly: "Prepare your weapons, lie in ambush, install silencers, and follow my command. You can act at any time, but try not to cause too much chaos. Sig, go and take over the high ground and take out a few people."

"The only high point nearby is the motel," Sieg said after observing the surroundings.

"Then let's deal with them first."

Zhang Ailun led his men to the motel, but did not rashly attract attention. Blitz, a cultured man and technician, had no skills in field combat, so it was more reliable for him to stay in the armored car. He was responsible for deciphering the cameras, cutting off the power, and waiting for them to come to them.

Zhang Ailun put on professional infrared night vision goggles and crouched behind obstacles. The Beggar Clan disciples also wore headsets, each with a silencer and a bulletproof vest, armed to the teeth.

Sig carried his VSS sniper rifle, adjusted the sniper aiming system, loaded subsonic bullets, and crouched in the corner to aim—a classic example of a prone camper.

The motel's power was cut off, plunging it into complete darkness. Soon, Black people emerged from the motel. Seven or eight of them huddled together, arguing amongst themselves.

"WTF! What's going on? Why did the power suddenly go out?"

"I just took my pants off and downloaded all the YouTube videos."

"Damn property management! We've paid our water and electricity bills! They keep cutting off the water and electricity!"

"There's no way around it; the facilities in the suburbs aren't as good as in the city. Without portable Wi-Fi, you can't even find a signal on your phone."

"That's true..."

Snapped! !

Before the old man in the dark could finish speaking, Sieg pointed the gun at his forehead through the scope, pulled the trigger, and the bullet whistled past, suddenly opening the top of his head.

Gently awaken the sleeping soul.

"Hey!! Who the hell sprayed me in the face?!"

Old Hei was already dark-skinned. Without water, electricity, or lights, it was even darker. Even his own people couldn't see each other, and suddenly chaos erupted as everyone cursed and swore.

Sig didn't care about that, and continued to aim at the next black man through the scope and pull the trigger.

With a thud, another black man fell down right after him.

"Is this never going to end? Wait! Something's not right with the taste; it's sticky in my mouth..."

Snapped! !

Before he could finish speaking, another blow struck him head-on, his head exploding like watermelon juice.

He fell to the ground with a thud.

After a brief silence, the black men's short-circuited brains finally came back online, and they realized what was happening, instantly panicking a little.

"WTF! Attack! Someone's attacking!!"

Rat-a-tat-tat-tat-tat!!

Like a rapid-fire machine, Sig switched to automatic mode and, relying on his years of experience in recoil control, fired wildly at the old black man still in the yard, emptying the VSS's magazine.

For long-range combat, it's a sniper rifle; for close combat, it's a submachine gun!

Who invented this thing? It's so useful for sniping and silencing spies!

Seeing the black men fall to the ground one after another like headless gourds, they were quickly cleared out. Zhang Ailun had Sieg continue the lookout, and then led his men in.

Stepping over Old Black's body, they arrived at the entrance of the motel, where the leader shielded everyone in front of him.

Bailey took out a glow stick, threw it into the motel, and waited for a long time without any response.

They immediately tried to sneak into the motel with their men.

Once they reached the second floor, they kicked and checked each door, but found nothing. They then peered down from upstairs and shouted to the leader below, in a low voice, "Boss, it's empty! Nobody's here! They've all gone downstairs."

Zhang Ailun immediately called Sieg over to take up a high ground position. Sieg ran out from the corner, jogged all the way to the motel, climbed to the roof, and set up his sniper rifle.

The Beggars' Sect disciple carried a backpack containing a drone upstairs, unzipped it, took out a drone and a joystick, and handed it to the sect leader.

"How do you use this thing?"

Zhang Ailun was a little confused and asked doubtfully, "Is it operated like a game console?"

The Beggars' Sect disciples immediately began to introduce their usage strategies to the sect leader, emphasizing the importance of last-minute preparation for any eventuality.

Zhang Ailun was a seasoned gamer after all. Although he had never played with bombing drones before, he had played with a lot of remote-controlled racing cars. He quickly got the hang of it, started the drone, and it hovered overhead, making a buzzing sound.

Although it's crooked and not very aesthetically pleasing, and the speed is too fast and dazzling, it can still be operated up, down, left, and right.

The controller comes with a simple display screen, but no helmet or electronic goggles. After all, it's a cheap consumable item costing $199, so there aren't many advanced options. If it's really good, I'll order another batch!

Blitz also pointed out, "Someone from the tire shop came out; they must have heard the commotion."

Zhang Ailun saw several Black men on the road through the controller, peeking in his direction and chattering amongst themselves. They seemed to have noticed the drone overhead and looked somewhat puzzled.

"What are you looking at!?"

Zhang Ailun cursed and pushed the joystick forward button all the way down.

The drone hovering overhead accelerated to 100 km/h in just 3 seconds, making a loud whooshing sound as it hurtled past, heading straight for Old Black.

Several black men looked up at the drone in astonishment. Before they could react, the drone turned into a self-destructing mini-plane and crashed head-on into the road beneath their feet.

"wtf..."

Bang! !

Before he finished speaking, flames shot into the sky, and the three black men were sent flying 360 degrees into the air, crashing headfirst to the ground, covered in bruises.

"Holy crap. That's some power? How much gunpowder did they add?" Even the Grand Master was taken aback.

Sig explained, "Boss, it wasn't much, just about half a palm's worth of clay explosives. We had some leftover raw materials from the last batch we sold to the military region, so we kept a few boxes in the truck to reuse them."

"..."

A thumb-sized C4 explosive could blow open the fingerprint glass door of the Little Rock casino, but a half-palm-sized clay explosive? Are you trying to send Old Black's whole family to their deaths?

Well done! Qibatu really makes things easy for everyone, providing plenty of food and making sure no one is left behind.

The sound of the explosion soon caught the attention of the black men at the tire shop, and a group of them filed out.

"No, are you just killing NPCs here? There are so many people?"

Zhang Ailun was a little stunned as he watched the twenty-odd black men running out of the tire shop one by one. The worst part was that they were all huddled together on the road, barking and howling wildly.

"Hey! Who is it!?"

"Who is it?! Holy crap!!"

"If you've got the guts, then come out here!!"

What are you yelling for?

If I don't throw a grenade at you guys, I'll really be letting down the perfect bombing zone you gave me.

Zhang Ailun pulled out two grenades, counted down from three, and threw them. The dark shadow whistled past and landed on the ground. Xiao Heizi, who was cursing loudly, heard the sound, looked down at the grayish thing at his feet, and was a little confused.

The flashlight illuminated the object's shape, and Old Hei's expression changed drastically. His dark face miraculously turned deathly pale. Before he could say anything, a loud bang was heard! Like a thunderclap in the night!

The group of black men jumped up on the spot, soaring more than three meters, tomato juice flying everywhere.

This completely caused an uproar.

Rat-a-tat-tat-tat-tat!!!

The other black men were terrified, shouting and yelling incoherently, and without thinking twice, they started firing wildly at the surrounding obstacle course.

"Fxxk you! They have grenades!!"

"You son of a bitch! Stop hiding! Show yourself if you dare!"

"Dare to offend Motorbike? You're asking for it!!"

"Beat them! Beat them hard!!" Zhang Ailun immediately gave the order.

*Snap!* Sieg took the lead and pulled the trigger.

He had already set his sights on an old black man who seemed to be the leader. The subsonic bullet whistled past, instantly waking up the unsuspecting old black man!

His head exploded like a watermelon, and the black man next to him was completely dumbfounded when he saw this.

"Sniper rifles!! They have sniper rifles!! No!!"

"Dodge! Dodge!!"

The black men, realizing what had happened, were terrified and dared not exchange fire in the street anymore. They scrambled to their feet and began to run away, huddled together, a chaotic mess resembling a cowardly rabble on the battlefield.

"Run? Where do you think you can run? If you can outrun anything that flies in the sky today, then Sig will take your surname." Zhang Ailun smiled coldly and pulled out a self-destructing drone.

Sig: ?

The Beggars' Sect disciples next to them also took out drones one by one and conducted professional hands-on training.

"Here comes the little airplane!"

Buzzing, seven or eight drones hovered from the roof of the motel, their flashing neon lights like menacing electronic eyes, their sinister black forms resembling deadly weapons from outer space in the night!

Like ghosts, they scurried out in a single file, chasing their prey all over the streets; their fan blades, as thin as cicada wings, were like deadly scythes.

Hearing the buzzing roar from above, Lao Hei felt his scalp tingle and his hair stand on end. He fled barefoot in a disheveled state, abandoning his shoes.

"Nonono..."

Looking back at the drone that was relentlessly pursuing him like the Grim Reaper, in a despairing and helpless atmosphere, the drone crashed directly into him the next second.

Boom boom boom boom!!!

A series of explosions erupted. Flames shot up, and smoke billowed everywhere. Even the air was thick with the smell of barbecue.

I never expected that locking onto the enemy on the battlefield could be such an art, and that annihilating the enemy could be so easy.

Zhang Ailun glanced at the chaotic scene and secretly marveled at how cheap and effective this thing was.

However, there are still a few survivors among them.

Sieg nodded and fired the finishing blows one by one, sending them on their way.

A family should be together all the time.

The black men who came out of the tire shop were basically all taken down, but such a big commotion inevitably attracted the attention of the black men who worked at the auto repair shop.

Hearing gunshots from the next street, they immediately drove over, some carrying submachine guns, Uzis, and AKs, sticking their heads out of the windows cursing and swearing, while others grabbed the car doors, trying to perform aerial acrobatics.

As soon as they arrived on this street, the once aggressive convoy suddenly lost its arrogance and slammed on the brakes. The black driver was stunned to see tomato juice all over the ground.

"WTF, what's going on?"

"shot!!"

Zhang Ailun had been waiting for these NPCs to respawn, and issued the command without hesitation.

Sig was still the first to charge, ruthless and taciturn, pulling the trigger and aiming at the driver through the sniper scope. He fired two shots in quick succession, the bullets piercing the windshield. Old Black was shot in the chest and head, receiving a severe lesson and going to meet his great-grandmother.

May there be no farms in heaven. (Cotton Story)

The other black men in the car were terrified when they saw their comrades being targeted by a headhunter. They jumped off the car in panic, shouting and screaming, and ran around the streets looking for cover, trembling with fear.

It turns out that stains don't work.

Blitz sat in the armored vehicle, constantly monitoring the battlefield situation, operating his laptop, and reported to his superior: "There are still more than twenty people, crouching behind cover and in rooms. Some are even trying to escape on motorcycles to tip off others!"

"Sig, don't let any of the motorcyclists get away, shoot out their tires!!" Zhang Ailun immediately gave the order.

"Boss, you think too highly of me..." Sig was a little speechless.

The leader gave him an unquestionable look, "I'll support you! Okay?"

I'll try my best.

Sig immediately started loading the magazine and continued aiming at the black men who wanted to ride their bikes, firing his sniper rifle in rapid succession.

The leader also set up an AR-15 and started firing single shots at the old black man in the distance.

But he quickly clicked his tongue and said, "This gun is no good! The bullets are too erratic! They can't hit anyone at all!!"

"That old black guy just dodged it by shaking his head? I fired so many shots and only hit his ear?"

What a piece of junk! It's nowhere near as good as the experience of using a drone.

It's absolutely not because my marksmanship is bad!

Absolutely impossible!!

The remaining Beggars' Sect disciples also used drones again. Seven or eight drones hovered overhead, exuding murderous intent, and buzzed towards Lao Hei!

Old Hei had never seen anything like this before.

I was completely terrified.

Let alone these motorcycle enthusiasts who haven't received any military training and just randomly shoot from three meters away, even if elite special forces came today, they'd be killed the moment they showed their faces! Die!

Boom boom boom boom!!!

Another wave of suicide drone bombing performances. Old Hei was blown up completely, crying and screaming. Even when hiding in the corner of the room, the drones moved nimbly and seized every opportunity.

He ran straight up to her, their eyes met deeply, and then he crashed headfirst into Old Hei and died!

The main focus is on a relentless, no-holds-barred scam.

Accompanied by explosions and gunshots, Motorbong members quickly suffered heavy casualties. Dozens of black men were completely crushed and humiliated, and the situation was one-sided, like being harvested like leeks.

The gunfire gradually subsided, leaving the rooftops littered with spent bullet casings and the streets littered with the mangled remains of the old man. The pickup truck parked by the roadside was riddled with holes, white smoke billowing from its hood, and its tires were wrecked.

Upon seeing this, Zhang Ailun immediately announced a halt to firing and began instructing the Beggars' Sect disciples to begin the cleanup work, cleaning up the battlefield, finishing off the dead, and destroying the evidence.

Bloodshed in the streets!!

(End of this chapter)