America: Starting with Daily Intelligence

Chapter 216 Cleaning Up the Casino

We came down from the roof of the motel and began to clean up the battlefield, which was filled with the smell of gunpowder and blood.

Sieg couldn't help but sigh, "Boss, we used so much explosives, the FBI will probably get involved in the investigation if they find out. At the very least, for the sake of stability, we need to maintain appearances and manage public opinion."

"FBI? Do you think they're gods? This is the suburbs, not the city. The dead are Black, not White. It's the middle of nowhere, not a soul in sight. Have you ever heard the saying, 'Money makes the world go round'?"

Motorbond has been involved in so much human trafficking, yet they don't care about the results. Gangs are firing shots all day in the city, and they're too lazy to investigate. How much revenue can a firecracker generate? Will it help the agents and team leaders get promotions and raises?

Zhang Ailun also instructed the Beggars' Sect disciples to find the music copy and destroy it, while Old Hei downstairs was dragged to the side of the abandoned vehicle and burned, leaving no extra clues.

A group of people crossed the road and arrived at the devastated tire shop. Glass was shattered all over the ground, and there were still dark soot marks left by the explosion on the walls.

They also spotted Old Black, barely clinging to life, hiding in a corner. The Beggars' Sect disciples immediately drew their weapons and pointed them at the leader, then promptly notified the sect's leader, "Boss, there are still some who aren't quite dead here."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Ailun simply waved his hand, not even glancing at the object, and said, "Take it away and dispose of it."

"Okay."

Watching Lao Hei being dragged away by the Beggars' Sect disciples, Zhang Ailun instructed the disciples to clean up the bullet casings and pull out a water hose from the shop to start washing the bloodstains on the ground.

Seeing that the firefight was over, Blitz got off the armored vehicle and began searching for the source of the music copy's signal with his laptop.

Zhang Ailun listened to Sig's report. The consumption of firearms and ammunition was not high, twenty drones were used, and there were zero casualties.

Soon, the traces of the battlefield were mostly cleared away. The Beggars' Sect disciples found two USB drives containing rubbings of the originals at a tire shop and a car repair shop, and handed them over to the sect leader. They also found some cash.

"Just destroy it."

Zhang Ailun glanced at the USB drive, handed it to Blitz, plugged it into his laptop, browsed the files, and after confirming that everything was correct, handed it to Bailey.

The other person took the USB drive and threw it on the ground, smashing it to pieces with two loud bangs.

Zhang Ailun didn't take the rolls of banknotes either; they amounted to about five or six thousand US dollars. The leader of the Beggars' Sect naturally didn't care about such a small amount and directly ordered the Beggars' Sect disciples to divide them equally, so that everyone would get a share.

The Beggars' Sect disciples were overjoyed to receive the money, and they worked even harder. They quickly and efficiently threw the black-clad men together, poured gasoline on them, and lit a fire, which then ignited a raging inferno.

"Boss, there's a phone call coming in."

The Beggars' Sect disciple was holding a cell phone that had been taken from the black leader. It showed the contacts in the phone book. Zhang Ailun took the phone, glanced at it, and saw that the contact was labeled "boss." He figured that the person in charge of the Motorbike organization must be the leader of the Motorbike organization. He hung up immediately and threw the phone into the fire.

He turned around, got the people into the car, fastened their seatbelts, and ordered, "To the underground casino."

We're preparing to strike while the iron is hot and wipe out all of Motorola's businesses here, uprooting them completely.

Sig was in charge of driving. He started the vehicle, stepped on the gas, and drove off the street. The Beggar Clan disciples finished tidying up their equipment and followed closely behind, leaving the street as well.

Only the burning flames remained, and the street smelled of barbecue for half the day.

A few minutes later, they arrived at the underground casino and camped out next to the parking lot across the street. Zhang Ailun looked out the window at the several black men outside, who were completely unaware of what was happening in another area.

The building looks more like a warehouse, with a textile factory logo on it. If you don't go inside, you would never guess that this is an illegal underground casino.

He pulled Victor out of his tactical chest pack, instructed Blitz to decipher the cameras, cut off the power to them, and told the Beggar Clan disciples to be ready to get out of the car and take action at any time.

Sig held up his VSS, aiming it at the group of black men standing outside. Observing the activity on the second floor through the window, he could see several figures in the private room, but the glass was specially made, making it impossible to see clearly from the outside.

As Blitz deciphered the casino's signal, the cameras went black, all the lights in the warehouse went out, and immediately a chaotic cacophony of angry curses and shouts erupted. The black guard on duty was also somewhat dumbfounded.

"Why did the power suddenly go out?"

"Do it!!"

At Zhang Ailun's command, the Beggars' Sect disciples got out of the car, picked up their submachine guns, and started shooting at Lao Hei across the street.

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

Old Hei was caught off guard and riddled with bullets, collapsing to the ground.

Those inside the house heard the gunshots and panicked.

"There's gunfire outside!!"

"Shit! Could it be the FBI!?"

"Absolutely impossible!"

Upstairs in the VIP room, the black casino manager was drinking and chatting with his employees. Colorful chips were laid out on the table, and opposite him was a dog cage containing several naked white women, as well as out-of-town gamblers who were in debt.

As the lights downstairs went out, gunshots and noises rang out, and they realized something was wrong.

The manager shoved the woman next to him aside and hurriedly ordered someone to activate the backup power supply to provide fire support to the casino downstairs. He then turned and ran into a cubicle to enter the password on the safe.

Upon opening the package, stacks of cash were revealed. From these were taken an M4 pistol, a satellite phone, and a USB flash drive. All the cash was then placed into a black handbag.

Just as he was about to head out for a walk, Sieg, who had been staking out outside for a while, saw a gun-wielding figure brush past the window and pulled the trigger without a word.

With a loud crack, the bullet pierced through the second-floor glass. The casino manager let out a wail as his shoulder blade was pierced, the M4 slipped from his hand, and he lay on the ground, clutching his shoulder as he crawled awkwardly, turning around to try and run behind the obstacle.

However, without the glass obstructing his view, Sieg clearly saw his figure through the infrared night vision goggles, and pulled the trigger again, hitting him precisely with two shots!

One shot to the chest, one shot to the head.

Old Hei groaned and collapsed to the ground, the satellite phone slipping from his hand before he could even dial a number from his contacts.

Zhang Ailun ordered his Beggars' Sect disciples to attack from both sides, storm into the casino, and take control of the situation.

The Beggars' Sect disciples arrived at the main entrance, stepped over the old black corpse on the ground, exchanged a glance with each other, took out stun grenades, kicked open the casino door, and immediately threw them inside. With a bang, they exploded on the first floor.

"Don't move! FBI!!!"

The Beggars' Sect members stormed in, guns at their disposal. They discovered that the first floor was indeed a textile factory, where several white and Asian men in work clothes stood with their hands raised in terror. Two unfortunate souls, knocked unconscious by a stun grenade, lay on the ground.

Besides the textile equipment in the lobby, the interior building also has a second floor and a basement. On the left is an iron staircase leading to the second floor, which also serves as the monitoring room and security room for casino executives. The blue door on the right leads to the stairwell of the underground casino.

Upon seeing this, Bailey immediately reported the situation to the Grand Master outside: "The first floor is a textile factory with a lot of textile equipment, and there are people working overtime here."

The blue door was pushed open from the inside, and several black men ran out of the casino downstairs. They were holding flashlights, and when they saw the fully armed men, they immediately raised their weapons and tried to open fire.

With a snap, before they could react, a bullet pierced their heads, and red and white matter splattered on the wall. It was Sieg who fired the shot!

After dealing with the unidentified individuals upstairs, he turned his gun on them and rushed to the aid of the Beggars' Sect disciples from a distance.

At the same time, the door to the room on the second floor was opened, and several armed black members of the Motorbike gang filed out, ready to provide fire support for those coming downstairs, but without any lights, they couldn't see anything at all.

The beggars' gang members on guard looked up and spotted them through their night vision goggles. They immediately raised their hands and opened fire! Several black men were riddled with bullets before they could even react, falling headfirst to the ground. Some even hung on the stairwell and swung on the swings.

Zhang Ailun immediately ordered the Beggars' Sect disciples to throw tear gas and smoke bombs downstairs.

Bailey, together with the Beggars' Sect disciples, kicked open the door and threw tear gas into the casino. Accompanied by a violent coughing fit, the people inside were quickly knocked unconscious by the fumes. After a few minutes, the atmosphere suddenly became cold and silent.

They did not rush inside, because the casino's terrain was too complex and not suitable for street fighting.

Zhang Ailun led his men to the first floor of the underground casino, stepping over the shell casings and the body of the black man, and took out a drone from his briefcase. He then piloted the drone to infiltrate the underground casino.

Through the drone's perspective, the general situation on the basement level was clearly visible: smoke filled the air, gas bombs and smoke bombs on the ground spewed out thick smoke, the chips on the table were in disarray, the tables and chairs were overturned, and some people were trembling under the table.

In a corner of the basement, a few black men from Motorbike were hiding with guns. They heard the drone and couldn't help but peek out to take a look.

The Grand Master laughed. You think we won't see you just because you're hiding in some back alley like Voldemort?

What are you looking at?!

Zhang Ailun operated the drone's controller, suddenly accelerating and pushing the forward lever all the way up. The drone whooshed into a corner where two or three black men were hiding.

The detonator ignited the clay explosives with a deafening bang! A violent explosion erupted! Flames shot into the sky! Debris from the drone flew everywhere, and the fate of those black men was predictable.

A chaotic cacophony of screams and wails erupted from downstairs, a cacophony of cries and wailing.

Zhang Ailun waited a while before ordering the Beggars' Sect disciples to go downstairs with guns to sweep the area, leaving only two people on the first floor to control the situation. He then followed closely behind, gun in hand, and went to the casino on the basement level.

He took out his headset and notified Blitz, "Connect the power."

Blitz received the message and immediately restored power to the casino.

The lights came on again. Zhang Ailun removed his night vision goggles and looked at the carnage in the basement casino. Old Hei was torn to pieces, and many gamblers were huddled in corners, trembling with fear. Some had been knocked unconscious by the explosion or by the fumes.

Zhang Ailun waved his hand, signaling the Beggars' Sect disciples to turn on the exhaust fans for ventilation. It took a few minutes for the situation to become clearer.

Upon arriving at the accounting office, I saw a beautiful blonde croupier with blue eyes, dressed scantily, wearing black stockings and long legs, huddled in a corner with her colleagues, their heads in their hands.

"Boss, what do you want to do..." The other party was so frightened that his face turned pale, and he looked at the fully armed masked bandits with trembling eyes.

"Are you the FBI?!" a gambler in a suit and tie, wearing a gold watch, mustered up the courage to ask.

He stood up and explained, "I'm Korean!! I'm here as a tourist!"

Zhang Ailun glanced at him, ignored the idiot, and knocked on the counter of the accounting room. The Beggar Clan disciple next to her understood and immediately tossed her a handbag.

"Fill it up!!"

Zhang Ailun said calmly.

"Yes, sir." The cashier wiped away her tears, her eyeshadow and makeup were ruined, and she shakily took out a black handbag, turned around and took out stacks of banknotes from the machine.

In the urgency of the situation, she didn't have time to check the authenticity and simply stuffed it into her handbag.

Perhaps he was too excited, because he seemed clumsy and dropped a lot of banknotes, all of them 100-dollar bills. This caused dissatisfaction among the Beggar Clan members, who couldn't help but click their tongues in disapproval.

What a waste! Pick it up quickly!

The dealer was so frightened that she burst into tears, sobbing, "Sir, I'm so sorry, please don't hurt me..."

Her colleagues rushed over to help her.

The gamblers behind them, seeing their demeanor, realized they were clearly not FBI agents but more like double-crossing robbers, and were somewhat frightened, not daring to utter a sound.

The passenger who had previously identified himself as Korean seemed to have chickened out, quickly shrinking into a corner and muttering, "Damn it... America is just too dangerous. I'm never coming here again. Those black people are so unreliable. Didn't they say they had a lot of influence here?"

The henchman next to him said, "Boss, the situation has changed. We probably can't take those people with us. Let's find a way to smuggle them away."

"Damn it, when have I, Park Guk-chang, ever been this cowardly? If this were in South Korea, I wouldn't even consider these people a threat," Park Guk-chang cursed angrily.

The Beggars' Sect disciple, hearing him babbling incoherently, walked over and kicked him. "Hey! What are you saying? Behave yourself! That watch on your wrist is nice, isn't it? Take it off!"

"This is a Rolex...it's fake," the other party quickly explained.

"Take it off!!" The Beggar Clan disciple shouted without room for argument, and fired a shot directly at his feet.

"OK, OK!!" Seeing the other party's rudeness, Park Guk-chang was frightened and hurriedly took off his gold Rolex and handed it over, bowing and scraping repeatedly.

"Boss! Look what I found!" The Beggar Clan disciple grabbed the watch and rushed over to present it to the Grand Master.

Zhang Ailun took the watch, glanced at it, and said in surprise, "A Rolex."

"It's that Korean guy, he seems to be rich!" The Beggar Clan disciple pointed to a few people squatting in the corner and suggested, "Those guys look shifty-eyed and obviously not good people, yet they're sitting in the VIP section. They're probably with those Motorbike gang. Should we try to squeeze some more money out of him?"

Zhang Ailun asked Blitz through his headset.

Blitz replied, "Those Koreans are probably informants for the organ trade with Motorbon, and they're here to discuss human trafficking deals."

Zhang Ailun understood perfectly and thought to himself, "Go, launder all the cash they have. Then find a place to dispose of them."

"Alright!" The Beggar Clan disciple immediately carried his gun and went over.

Several South Koreans, seeing this scourge return, couldn't help but curse under their breath, then said meekly, "We are tourists! We are good people! We are law-abiding citizens here to do business!"

"You! Guess the size."

The Beggar Clan disciple ignored his rambling explanations, tidied up the gambling table, shook the dice twice, and placed them face down on the table, indicating that he should place his bet.

With a stern face, he said, "Guess now! Or I'll kill you!!"

"..." Park Guk-chang was furious.

"Shiba... I guess big."

"Congratulations on guessing correctly! But you have to pay me $100,000! Because our rules are the rules." The Beggar Clan disciple opened the dice cup, revealing 445, a total of thirteen points.

Park Guk-chang instantly flew into a rage. "I won, and I'm supposed to give you money? You think you're so great just because you're robbers?"

"Boss, we don't have that much money," the group said, somewhat embarrassed.

"Give me whatever money you have. If you can't, I'll cut your kidneys off!! Hurry up!!" the Beggar Clan disciple urged.

After discussing it for a while, the group finally took out $2 in cash from their bags.

The Beggars' Sect disciples continued to urge them to hand over the money.

"We're finished! I request to speak with your boss! I want to make a deal with him!" Park Guk-chang shouted.

"Korean, you think you're worthy to talk to our boss? Who do you think you are? Throw you out!!"

Seeing that they had been exploited and were no longer of any use, the Beggars' Sect disciples immediately led their men to detain them and drag them out to be executed by firing squad.

(End of this chapter)