America: Starting with Daily Intelligence

Chapter 217 Annihilation War

"Damn it! You guys don't play by the rules! We're just trying to make a living!! Do you even know who you've messed with?!" The Korean guy couldn't help but curse.

But the Beggars' Sect disciples didn't bother with him at all, gagged him, and carried him out.

Bang bang bang! !

After a few gunshots, silence fell instantly, and the patrons in the casino felt like they were suffocating.

The croupier, his hands trembling, filled his briefcase, which looked bulging, and forced a smile. "Sir, all the money in the accountant's account is here."

"Thank you for your hard work, here's your tip." Zhang Ailun smiled, took out a roll of banknotes, and stuffed it into her chest cavity.

"Let's leave." The leader waved to the Beggars' Sect disciples in the casino and quickly led his men away from the scene. Before leaving, he also threw a fire into the area.

Seeing this, the gamblers and dealers hurriedly squeezed out of the underground parking lot through the back door.

Upon arriving at the textile hall on the first floor, the Beggars' Sect disciples managed to extract information from the detained textile workers and reported it to their leader.

"Boss, they are all players who were forcibly detained here because they couldn't repay their debts to the casino. There are locals and outsiders."

"Everyone's dead, and no one's going to ask them for money anymore. Let them go, let them run far away, and don't even think about calling the police." Zhang Ailun waved his hand after hearing this.

Upon hearing this, the Beggars' Sect disciples immediately went to release the hostages. The victims were filled with gratitude and were almost kneeling on the ground to thank God for his protection.

Surprisingly, these robbers, who are so clear about their grudges, are actually quite kind-hearted!

Zhang Ailun handed the money he had won from the casino to Bailey and asked him to count the amount.

He then led his men to the private room on the second floor, where Sieg had already brought his men to guard the area. They rescued those who were imprisoned in the dog cages and cleaned up the scene.

As soon as he entered, Zhang Ailun saw a familiar face.

Somewhat surprised, he looked at Manager Red, who was hiding in the corner with his bare bottom exposed.

His face was bruised and swollen, and he was beaten so badly that he was unrecognizable.

"Why is it you?" Zhang Ailun asked him.

"It's you!?"

Manager Red was struck dumb, but he recognized the Grand Master from the familiar voice and physical features, and hurriedly said, "Thank goodness! Please save me!"

"How did you end up here?" Zhang Ailun asked suspiciously. "Didn't you gamble away all your money?"

Did they really go to the rich neighborhood to sell hooks?

"Because I couldn't repay that debt, I thought I'd try my luck at other places. Through a friend's introduction, I sold another batch of goods. They said they could provide interest-free loans here, and I could take the money with me if I won, so I came here. I didn't expect this place to be so corrupt. Even if I won money, I couldn't take it with me, and in the end, I lost it all."

"I'm already over $500,000 in debt!" said Reid, his face contorted with misery.

"..."

Zhang Ailun's lips twitched.

Damn, are you out of your mind? You've lost so much, and you're still thinking of gambling it out at the casino?

Your BMW has turned into a beat-up bicycle by now!

Why don't you try harder, take on a few million in debt, and sell your kidneys too?

She couldn't be bothered to pay him any attention. "Figure it out yourself. I've already dealt with everyone here. Your debts are paid off. If you know what's good for you, leave now."

"Thank you so much, Burger King! Oh, by the way, I have another batch of goods that I can sell to you at a low price. I wonder if you want them?" Manager Red said excitedly.

"You weren't fired?" Zhang Ailun asked, puzzled.

"I took a few days off, and nobody at the company knows I'm here," Manager Reid quickly explained. "If you're interested, I can sell you this shipment for $50,000!"

"$5000." Zhang Ailun pondered for a moment, preparing to take advantage of the situation.

"Five thousand is too little..." Manager Reid said with some difficulty.

"You won't get a single cent for another word," Zhang Ailun said bluntly. "Do you know what I do? I can take down these Motorbike communities, so taking down you would be a piece of cake!"

"Of course I wouldn't say such things," Manager Reid said hastily, startled.

He didn't want to be shot in the dark while he was sleeping, and he could tell that these people were no good!

With a determined look, he said, "Add a little more and I'll sell it to you!"

"7000," Zhang Ailun said. "Buddy, I'm not doing you a deal. I helped you settle such a huge debt; this is a favor you should repay."

"Okay, consider it something I owe you. It's settled then, remember to contact me later."

Reid finally agreed, put on his clothes, and hurriedly left.

Zhang Ailun glanced at the debtors trapped by Motorola present and simply waved his hand.

He urged, "You should leave too. Don't come here again."

"Sir, thank you so much!" The people present quickly thanked him and hurriedly left.

A blonde, blue-eyed white woman handed the leader a wad of paper. When he opened it, he found a cell phone number and a home address in the suburbs.

What do you mean? Are you trying to bribe me?

Is the Grand Master that kind of person?

Zhang Ailun chuckled and stuffed it into his pocket.

Sieg walked over with the briefcase and handed it to the leader, explaining, "There's $10 in here, along with a satellite phone. The deceased should be the manager of this underground casino. This is a copy of the music on a USB drive that they made."

"He probably didn't notify anyone at Motorola, right?" Zhang Ailun took the satellite phone and the USB drive copy, and glanced at the contact information on it.

"Probably not. We've taken out everyone who stayed behind; we didn't leave any survivors. But they'll probably sense something's wrong and might already be preparing to send someone over to investigate," Sieg said.

"Then let's go all out and completely destroy their headquarters." After saying that, Zhang Ailun turned around and went downstairs. Before leaving, he also had someone light a Molotov cocktail and throw it into the VIP room on the second floor, and then set the entire textile factory on fire.

Back in the transport vehicle, Sieg sat in the driver's seat, Zhang Ailun fastened his seatbelt, and ordered, "Go to the mountain peak. Take them back to their headquarters."

"OK".

Having relayed the leader's order, the Beggars' Sect disciples drove their vehicles to the mountain camp in Motorbon.

The journey of ten minutes or so was not far, and we soon arrived at the foot of the mountain.

As I passed an intersection, I saw a pickup truck coming down from the mountain, with several Black people sitting in it. I passed by their armored vehicle.

Both sides sensed that something was wrong with the other. Lao Hei immediately turned the steering wheel, braked sharply, turned the car 180 degrees, and chased after them.

"Hey!! Who are you people?" The black man in the car pulled out his AK, loaded it, aimed at the escort vehicle, and informed the members of the Motorbike camp on the mountain that they had discovered suspicious unidentified persons.

The Beggars' Sect disciples driving the escort vehicle saw the pickup truck relentlessly pursuing them in their rearview mirror and asked their leader what to do.

Zhang Ailun gave the order directly: "Blow up his car."

Upon hearing this, the Beggars' Sect disciple immediately took out a drone, lowered the car window, and threw it out.

The drone started up in mid-air, took off, made a turn, and immediately headed towards Old Black.

"What is this thing?"

The black man driving the car was also stunned for a moment when he saw the toy-like drone.

"It's a drone..."

Before the old black man in the passenger seat could finish speaking, the armored vehicle in front stepped on the gas and pulled away, causing the drone to crash into the pickup truck with a loud bang and explode violently.

The entire pickup truck was overturned and rolled twice on the spot, and the old black man on it naturally met a miserable end.

Zhang Ailun glanced at the rearview mirror; the pickup truck had been reduced to a pile of scrap metal and was burning fiercely.

Blitz looked at the red dot signal source on the screen and said with some surprise, "There are fifty or sixty cell phone signals approaching the foot of the mountain!"

"Are there any buildings nearby?" Zhang Ailun asked.

"There's an abandoned warehouse area about 300 meters to your right," Blitz replied.

"Sig, drive the car there. We'll use drones to blow them to pieces!" Zhang Ailun said without any concern.

Upon hearing this, Sieg immediately turned the car around, and the escort vehicle behind him followed closely behind. They soon arrived at the warehouse area, parked the escort vehicle in a concealed place, and the Beggar Clan disciples got out of the car, set up their guns, and took out drones.

Due to a shortage of manpower, the Beggars' Sect disciples could only operate seven or eight drones at a time. Therefore, if they wanted to use a large-scale drone swarm for bombing, Blitz would have to operate it through the matrix radar.

Blitz activated the matrix radar via computer and simultaneously connected it to the drones' electromagnetic signals. With the help of the AI ​​software, more than thirty drones were launched at the same time and took to the sky, densely packed like a swarm of bees, buzzing and whistling past.

The leader of Motorbike was sitting in an armored car. The driver was a tall, burly black man with tattoos on his face. Next to him, a pickup truck was modified with a machine gun, its yellow ammunition belt stretched out long.

"Fxxk you! These sons of bitches dare to mess with me! I'll make them pay!" the leader of Motorbang cursed viciously.

"Boss, they're probably here for those USB drives," Old Black said from the side.

There was also some dissatisfaction: "Those guys in the city really know how to cause trouble for us! We called Leiden earlier but he didn't answer, something must have happened! I don't know who's so bold as to provoke us."

"Who cares? Their firepower and manpower can't possibly be stronger than ours! Even the local police station has to give me face; they take my money and have to do my bidding. Those black DJs also have to pay us protection money every month. I have a huge collection of videos of them partying and doing drugs; they can forget about escaping my control. As long as they behave themselves, I don't mind helping them settle some minor issues."

The leader of Motorbike was cursing and urging, "Drive faster! Get them done! I'm going to turn them into sieves and chop them up to feed the dogs!"

The motorcycle convoy roared past, arriving at the foot of the mountain from the campsite on the mountain peak, when suddenly they heard a piercing sound of something cutting through the air overhead.

He looked up in confusion, then was stunned. "WTF! What is that!?"

Thirty drones hovered overhead in the night sky, flying at an incredible speed!

"Drones? Alien technology?! They wouldn't be carrying explosives, would they?!"

Old Hei suddenly panicked.

"Shoot them down!!"

The leader of Motorbike pulled out a pistol and started firing wildly at the drones in the sky.

However, these dozens of drones are connected by electromagnetic signals from a matrix radar and controlled by AI programs. They are even more skilled than the best game controller players, moving around wildly, jumping up and down, and dodging bullet trajectories. Their speed exceeds the limits of human visual perception, making them impossible to hit!

"Fire! Fire!!"

As the motorcycle gang leader roared furiously, the black men simply stopped their bikes and pulled out their AKs, firing wildly into the air. Rat-a-tat-tat-tat-tat!!

A drone exploded overhead with a loud bang.

Blitz looked at one of the dozens of blacked-out screens on the display, then turned to the Grand Master beside him, "Should we blow them up?"

"fry."

Zhang Ailun nodded.

Blitz pressed the attack button. The swarm of drones that had been nimbly dodging and hovering overhead suddenly seemed to have been activated into kill mode. The green fluorescent lights flashed red, the radar spun at its maximum speed, and they darted left and right, leaving afterimages overhead.

This move left Lao Hei dumbfounded.

How the hell am I supposed to hit it?

The drone locked onto a pickup truck using a high-definition or ultra-high-definition 4K camera and then plunged into it.

"Nonono..." The old black man in the car saw the drone flying over and started yelling. He hurriedly got out of the car, but just as his hand touched the door, the drone crashed into the front of the car. With a bang! Flames shot into the sky, the car exploded on the spot, and the tires flew a long distance.

The next second, more than a dozen drones descended from the sky like madmen, whistling through the air as they spun around, dodging the hail of bullets, and hurtling towards Lao Hei's convoy!

BOOM BOOM BOOM!!

There was absolutely no time to react. One second Old Black was still firing his gun, and the next second the entire car suddenly exploded! He was killed along with him.

The leader of Motorbike was also in a panic. He sat in his armored car and withstood a drone self-destruction. The car windows were full of cracks. He was shocked and angry, and he cursed wildly.

The next second, another drone descended from the sky, exploding in front of them with a bang, sending sparks flying. The tires of the armored car were also blown off, leaving it stranded on the spot.

"Damn bastard!! Shit!! Nonono..."

They watched helplessly as another drone crashed into them. With a loud bang, flames shot into the sky, and the entire modified bulletproof vehicle was blown apart and thrown out, with white smoke billowing from the hood.

The boss of Motorbike was incredibly resilient; he survived the ordeal and crawled out of the rubble, completely disoriented. But as soon as he looked up, another drone hurtled towards him at high speed, slamming into him and exploding on the spot!

One by one, the grid-like videos on the screen went out rapidly, and soon only three or four drones remained hovering overhead, coldly looking down. The mountainside and foothills were littered with the wreckage of vehicles. The steel torrent of dozens of Motorbike members was completely wiped out in just a few dozen seconds.

"That armored car is really tough; it took three drones to destroy it."

Zhang Ailun sighed, "As expected, we still didn't put in enough explosives."

"..."

Is that human language?

A drone blown a person to pieces, and you said there was too much explosives.

Three drones blew up an armored car worth at least $200,000 into scrap metal. You say there wasn't enough explosives?

A suicide drone carrying clay explosives is only worth a few hundred dollars, which can be exchanged for a pickup truck worth tens of thousands of dollars. It's a great deal.

If the explosives are powerful enough, even the tank, the king of land warfare, can be reduced to scrap metal, and the cost is only a few thousand dollars for a self-destructing drone.

Blitz took a video and pictures to preserve them, so that the headmaster could send them to the employer as evidence.

Zhang Ailun glanced at the USB flash drive signal source imprint; one was missing, likely the signal source carried by the Motobang leader sitting in the bulletproof car.

"Was the guy who died the leader or the head?" Zhang Ailun asked.

"It must be their leader," Blitz replied. "They didn't send all of them; there should still be a dozen or so people at the mountain camp and the factory who haven't come down yet."

"If they don't come down, we'll go up!"

Zhang Ailun exuded domineering confidence. After speaking, he ordered Sieg and the Beggar Clan disciples outside to pack their equipment, start the vehicles, and charge to the mountain camp! Wipe them out!

"This front line is completely useless."

Sig and Bailey exchanged a glance, somewhat taken aback, and immediately packed up their gear and got into the car.

There's no way around it; modern drone swarm tactics are just too effective.

It's cheap and easy to use, so there's no need for any kind of siege warfare.

Because no one can defend against drone bombing tactics. The enemy has neither signal jammers nor electromagnetic interference missiles. If you just sit in your car, you're just waiting to die. Are you going to get out of the car and use your helmet to catch them?

As long as there is enough explosive firepower, isn't this just a flexible short-range missile?

(End of this chapter)