America: Starting with Daily Intelligence

Chapter 223 Plan

After discussing the details with the bank's shareholders, the two parties reached a satisfactory agreement.

After leaving the secluded underground box, Newman invited the two to tour his collection, which, to be honest, was far inferior to the private island collection of the great collector Madison.

However, ordinary people wouldn't spend tens of millions or even hundreds of millions of dollars to buy calligraphy, paintings and antiques for collection if they had nothing better to do. At least the leader's money is used wisely.

Although Newman is quite wealthy, a billionaire, there are still differences among billionaires.

He certainly couldn't come up with $1 million at once; even $5000 million would be a stretch.

Having assets of over 100 million and having 100 million US dollars in liquid funds are two completely different things.

I stayed at the villa for half an hour, had a free meal, and then decided to leave.

Sadie wanted to ride back to the Razer Motorbike camp in the leader's car, but her wealthy father forcibly detained her. In the end, she could only reluctantly see the leader off and say goodbye with great reluctance.

After leaving the villa and getting into the armored truck, Old Jack said, "I need to prepare some reliable tools for the crime. Can you provide firearms?"

Zhang Ailun pondered, "Yesterday we got some weapons from Motorbike in the suburbs. They're all unmarked guns, and I'm wondering what to do with them. If you need them, you can go to Armed Nation to pick some out. We also have access to clay explosives."

Old Jack laughed heartily upon hearing this: "Clay explosives? That's a good thing. Since Wells Fargo wants to make it look like they've suffered huge losses, we should at least give them a little shock."

I rubbed my hands together. They were already itching to get started!

"Don't go too far. The main goal is to quickly pry open the bank vault door and take the money inside."

Zhang Ailun reminded them that although they said they wouldn't pursue the losses, they couldn't just blow up the bank right away, could they?

The other party has already given them the password to the bank vault, and has also arranged the rest schedule for security personnel and the shift handover time for bank employees, but they certainly won't tell the employees the details.

The bank vault passwords are all in the hands of the supervisors. They still have to go through the proper procedures to extract the passwords from the other party and coerce them into participating in this robbery.

However, the other party was also a beneficiary of the existing system, and of course knew that this was part of the plan. They couldn't really put up any resistance. With the cooperation of senior executives, it could be said that even an idiot could openly break into Wells Fargo Bank and rob it.

But that's the reality. Palm Valley is a wealthy, independent city, and the waters run deep. Without an inside job, the outcome would be the same as those little Calamis in Lancaster City—they'd be riddled with bullets and wouldn't get very far.

Zhang Ailun sent a message to Blitz, informing him that there would be a big order to be placed tomorrow.

Blitz: Wells Fargo? The bowhead whale accepted this assignment?

Zhang Ailun: The employer is very generous, willing to spend $500 million to hire us to help settle the accounts, but we will be burdened with $7000 million in bad debt! Old Jack will prepare the tools we need, and we will also need you to hack into the bank's surveillance equipment and the city's traffic lights to facilitate our quick retreat and plan our route.

Blitz: Okay, I'll take care of it.

The leader discussed the matter in detail with Blitz before driving away from Palm Valley and back to downtown Los Angeles, parking in front of the Armed Nation on West Street.

The several armed escort vehicles outside the gate were no longer there; they must have gone out to run transportation business.

Upon entering, one sees Jennifer and her employee Eileen introducing guns to customers, while nearby, members of the Beggars' Sect are maintaining, disassembling, and assembling firearms.

The leader didn't disturb them; he simply greeted a few people and then led Old Mike upstairs.

After closing and locking the door, Zhang Ailun entered a password into the hidden safe in the office, which opened to reveal the weapons and equipment inside.

Old Jack glanced at them, his eyes instantly lighting up. "Your weapons are pretty good!"

"Take whatever you like. These guns definitely can't be kept after we've used them all," Zhang Ailun replied casually. He then sat back down in his office chair, turned on his computer, logged onto the bidding website, and glanced at the backend data.

The profits from the sale of firearms alone have reached $12 in recent sales.

However, this batch of goods was obtained by the Grand Master for free; it can be said that there was absolutely no cost involved, and it was all pure profit.

The current inventory is almost depleted, so we need to find a new source of goods, or have Sieg get a batch from his friend.

Pay with cash deposits if possible, and draw from the accounts if you don't have enough money.

Anyway, Sieg doesn't make money honestly selling guns. The profit from selling a hundred handguns, after deducting costs, is only twenty or thirty thousand US dollars. If he wants to get rich by selling guns and receiving dividends, that will be a long time coming.

They still have to rely on the extra bonuses from the leader's jobs to make a fortune.

Armed nation escort jobs typically cost between $2000 and $4000 per transport, depending on the location and the type of weapons being transported. However, the real money is spent on smuggling personal goods, which can cost around $10,000 more. But these prices aren't explicitly listed in the revenue figures; they're only noted on special project lists.

So far, we've only completed five escort missions, mostly in the suburbs or small towns, with a few in towns like Little Rock. Each mission is priced at $20,000 to $30,000, and the head of the operation receives a net profit of $7,000 to $8,000. There are also two missions currently en route.

Zhang Ailun browsed the arms projects on the bidding website again, but couldn't find anything he could snag.

Old Jack had also selected several weapons: a sturdy and durable shotgun, a hammer gun, a Chicago typewriter, stun grenades, and gas grenades.

If the goal is simply to deter, shotguns and air hammers are more effective, especially the jet-black air hammer, which looks menacing and has extremely high lethality.

"Hey buddy, how about we work overtime tonight?" Zhang Ailun saw that Old Jack had already prepared his handy weapon and invited him to participate in the special program.

"Is there anything else to do?" Old Jack asked, somewhat surprised.

Zhang Ailun immediately informed Old Jack about the Heavenly Gate in the Kilimanjaro Mountains.

"Those guys are planning to come to the city again to kidnap homeless people and traffic them for human trafficking. If I don't teach them a lesson, they'll really think they can do whatever they want in the city!"

After listening, Old Jack wasn't surprised at all. He pondered, "I've heard about those guys too. Apparently, they have a very powerful superior. They do all sorts of heinous things, but no one seems to stop them. Or rather, some vested interests are already benefiting from it. This kind of thing happens everywhere. You didn't think it happened before simply because you hadn't encountered it yet."

"What would happen if I took them all?" Zhang Ailun asked.

"Nothing will happen. Maybe we can rescue some victims from them?"

Old Jack shrugged. "You don't think those rich people only supported this one project camp in private, do you? They just happened to offend you, and you caught them red-handed. There are plenty of deals like this behind your back. I heard that kidnapping someone on the dark web costs as little as a few hundred dollars. People in the city are easier to kidnap than a pig."

"If you take care of them, those people won't care at all. It won't affect their human experimentation and bizarre collections anyway. They'd rather cut off all contact completely, why would they bother cleaning up their mess? If one base gets wiped out, they can just find another base to trade at, right?"

Old Jack said confidently, "Those rich people value their lives highly! They care a lot about their reputation. You'd better break his henchmen and let him know he's not someone to be trifled with, otherwise he'll definitely come looking for trouble. After you've dealt with them, just leave no trace."

After careful consideration, the Grand Master decided to rid the Beggars' Sect and the streets of this scourge.

"Heaven's Gate has existed since the last century. It must have some strength to stand firm in the mountains. Those people are mostly lunatics with impaired judgment, and many of them are mercenaries suffering from PTSD. You only have a few people. How are you going to take down a private army of hundreds?" Old Jack asked doubtfully.

"We've already dealt with the private militia of over a hundred men. A simple drone strike will be enough to blow them to smithereens!"

Zhang Ailun said confidently, "I'll treat you to fireworks if you work overtime tonight."

"Okay." Old Jack, a ruthless bandit, has never been afraid of going head-to-head with people and engaging in gunfights.

Evening arrived quickly, and the Beggars' Sect disciples responsible for escorting the goods returned by car, successfully delivering the employer's goods and personal items, thus completing the entrusted task.

Zhang Ailun asked Jennifer and Eileen to clean the store and put away the guns before they could leave work.

He then led his Beggars' Sect disciples upstairs to discuss their grand plan and gradually implement it.

The Beggars' Sect disciples were outraged when they heard that the madmen from the Heavenly Gate were up to kidnap people again, and they wished they could just grab their guns and shoot them.

"The camp in the Kiliyad Mountains is located on a mountain peak, and the terrain is relatively complex, making it easy to defend and difficult to attack. The only strategy we can adopt is air strikes to leave them nowhere to hide! But we also need to infiltrate their territory first to find the location of the hostages before we can carry out carpet bombing. Otherwise, drones may accidentally injure innocent members inside."

Zhang Ailun said, "A group of people will come to the city to kidnap people. We'll take care of them directly. We'll drive their cars to the Kilimanjaro Mountains, make a human trafficking deal with the lunatics from Heaven's Gate, and have the hostages wear locators to report the situation in real time. Once we pinpoint the location of the kidnapped hostages, we'll rescue them, and then we'll coordinate an attack from within and without to wipe out those freaks in one fell swoop!"

Therefore, the Grand Master needs several warriors.

However, at this moment, almost all the Beggars' Sect disciples were warriors.

"I hate human traffickers more than anything in my life, I'm going to take them down!"

"Fxxk! If I don't blow their eyes out today, Sieg is their son!"

"Where are the Sig people?"

The group was indignant, but after talking for a while, they realized that the person in question wasn't there.

Zhang Ailun took out his phone and contacted Sieg to inquire about his situation.

Sig: Chibatu and I are hauling clay explosives from a gravel pit in the suburbs, preparing to transport them to the cabin. Boss, is something wrong?

Zhang Ailun: It's okay, you can continue.

Sig: Okay.

The fact that Sieg, a formidable general, was absent during a rare mission left the Grand Master feeling somewhat uneasy.

However, with the ruthless bandit Old Jack around this time, their scale was no less impressive than that of the human traffickers.

"So after all that talk, you finally decided to make me a hostage?"

Old Jack was dumbfounded after hearing the leader's arrangements. He protested, "I'm already so old!!"

"We're not asking you to be a hostage. We're asking you to escort the hostages to a transaction! After all, your demeanor screams ruthless bandit who's up to something big! They definitely won't suspect you."

Plans are in place!

Zhang Ailun drafted a detailed plan and immediately set off with his men. After leaving the armed nation, they locked the doors and windows, took a large amount of equipment, and drove to the streets to set up an ambush.

Also, have someone drive over to pick up Blitz. Drones need him around to reach their full potential.

Old Jack was forced into this situation and was somewhat speechless, but he had no choice but to pack his bags, pick up his shotgun, and fill it with bullets.

Goodbye Los Angeles, tonight I'm setting sail.

It was 10:30 p.m. when the crowds on the streets of Los Angeles had noticeably thinned out.

After learning their lesson last time, the Beggars' Sect disciples rarely gathered on the streets late at night anymore. However, recently many homeless people from other places have come to the streets. They don't understand the rules of the Fifth District, and many people can still be seen wandering around, rummaging through trash cans for the treasure chests that the Beggars' Sect disciples had opened.

The leader parked the car on the side of the road and patiently waited with his men for the fish to take the bait.

Not long after, a black van was seen driving up the street. It circled the neighborhood with a lot of homeless people twice, and only after confirming that there was no risk did it lock onto its target.

The van suddenly accelerated toward the black homeless man, braked sharply, opened the door, and two or three Mexicans jumped out.

With his face covered and a rope and a sack in his hand, he headed towards a disheveled old black homeless man on the street who had half his buttocks exposed, was carrying a garbage bag, and looked completely lost.

The black man picking up trash immediately sensed something was wrong. He turned around and saw two or three burly men surrounding him, and he was instantly terrified.

He tried to run away without looking back, but the Mexican trafficker pounced on him and pinned him to the ground.

"No! Don't do this! I didn't do anything wrong! Help! You want money! I'll give it to you!" Old Hei never expected to be in this situation, and he shouted and begged for mercy, even kicking off his shoes.

The homeless people around were terrified when they saw this. They didn't even care about their carts and tents, and without even putting on their shoes, they turned around and ran away without looking back.

The Mexican was even more ruthless than the Black man; he grabbed the Black man, covered his mouth, and shoved him into the car.

"Let's do it."

The Grand Master could no longer stand it and immediately issued an order.

The Beggars' Sect disciples, who had been unable to contain themselves any longer, pushed open the car doors and filed out.

When Lao Mo turned around, he saw a group of people surrounding him and was startled.

Wait, wasn't there no one there just now? Where did all these people come from? Plainclothes police officers?

He immediately abandoned Old Black and tried to run away.

But it was already too late.

The Beggar Clan disciple pulled out a Taser, raised his hand and pulled the trigger. The two barbs flew out and hooked onto Old Mo's body.

Full power! As the high-voltage current surged out, Lao Mo instantly felt a wave of physical discomfort, convulsed on the spot, and collapsed to the ground.

Seeing the Beggar Clan disciple pull out his minion, the other Mo people broke out in a cold sweat and quickly raised their hands in surrender.

The Mexican's physical fitness and skill in raising his hand are far inferior to the Black man's!

Seeing that the situation was not going well, the Mexican driver of the bread truck quickly turned the steering wheel and prepared to run away.

The leader floored the gas pedal and rammed head-on into the bread truck, violently stopping it with a loud bang, smashing its front bumper and successfully blocking its path.

"You son of a bitch, you think you can just run away after offending the Grand Master? You dare to kidnap someone on my turf, do you even know who I am?" Zhang Ailun pointed at him through the window and cursed.

"have no idea……"

The van's windows were smashed by the Beggars' Sect disciples, and Old Mo was dragged off the van and forced to kneel on the ground, feeling a sense of panic.

"Then let him know! Drag him into the alley and beat him up! Beat him until he's smoking!!" Zhang Ailun said viciously.

The Beggars' Sect disciples immediately grabbed the man, dragged him into a nearby alley, picked up bricks, and pinned Old Mo to the ground, beating him mercilessly!

Some even went so far as to grab a steel pipe, pin someone against the wall, stick out their buttocks, pull down their pants, and forcefully stab them!

"Aww!!!"

Even the leader of the sect, half a street away, could hear the pig-like screams.

(End of this chapter)