America: Starting with Daily Intelligence

Chapter 234 He's bad at it, and I'm getting anxious.

"Sir, is there a problem?" Boro looked at the Asian man with some doubt.

"No problem, I was just thinking about happy things."

Zhang Ailun smiled and said, "You're willing to spend 35 to buy this batch of goods, right? But you just said you have a sworn enemy, and this batch of goods is very important to you. I wonder if they'd be willing to pay 40 US dollars, or even higher, to purchase it?"

Boro's face darkened. "Sir, I always trade with integrity."

"Your reputation isn't very good."

Zhang Ailun withdrew his hand, and the two hot women immediately went limp, taking out tissues and slowly wiping themselves. "I want 400,000 for this batch of goods, no less. Think it over. If you don't agree, I'll contact other buyers."

Boro weighed the pros and cons, consulted with his strategist, and nodded, "Okay!"

"However, I really can't raise that much cash—$40—all at once..."

Before Boro could finish speaking, seeing Old Jack's unfriendly gaze, he quickly changed his tune, saying, "But I have some gold bars worth $50,000 and $250,000 in USD. Don't worry, the gold is from some Cubans on the street; it's clean, I guarantee. I'll gather the remaining $100,000 by tomorrow!"

He immediately sent someone to fetch the goods.

Old Jack's expression softened, he took his hand off the shotgun, poured himself a drink, leaned over and put his arm around Jack's neck, and said with a chuckle, "Why didn't you just say you had money? I thought you were trying to renege on your debt."

That was indeed my initial idea.

But seeing how capable you are, I instantly lost all interest.

Boro thought to himself, "No one would want to risk their life against a group of desperados who have bombs strapped to their bodies. This is clearly the behavior of ruthless bandits!"

On the surface, he smiled and said, "How could that be? I can tell you guys are capable people. Guys, I don't want to offend a team I can't afford to mess with!"

They clinked glasses and downed a glass of wine. Each harbored their own ulterior motives.

Soon the Mexican henchman brought over an encrypted cold wallet, a gold nugget in a bag, and a detection device.

Old Jack opened the bag, glanced inside, and saw several oval-shaped gold pieces about the size of a thumb. He bit one of them, then skillfully picked up his instrument to test them; there were no problems. He nodded to the Grand Master.

Blitz took the cold wallet, glanced at the data on it, and indeed there was 25 USDT. The password for the cold wallet was also attached to it.

To further confirm, Blitz also took out his laptop, logged into the exchange, and tried to transfer currency in his account. After entering a password, he checked and found that his account had indeed received 1 USDT.

This demonstrates that these virtual currencies are neither a front for fraud, nor are they frozen or blacklisted by the market.

"These days, you guys don't carry cash with you when you do business? Is cryptocurrency really that useful?" Zhang Ailun said with a smile.

After confirming that everything was correct, he accepted the cold wallet and the bag of gold bars, and had Old Jack hand over the batch of South American imports to the other party.

Boro smiled as he had his underling accept the goods.

He began to complain, "Buddy, business is so tough these days. Don't you see those ridiculous IRS regulations? Everything's taxed! Lemon trading is taxed, human trafficking is taxed, organ trafficking is taxed, arms dealing is taxed, online fraud, sex trafficking—all of that is taxed. If we don't want to pay taxes, we can only use decentralized cryptocurrencies. Cryptocurrencies are really useful! People in our line of work can't live without them."

"Those bastards in the CIA send people to conduct undercover investigations every few days. They are clearly the biggest drug kingpins and the instigators, yet they put on an upright and kind act. It's disgusting."

Mexicans have suffered under the CIA for too long.

Boluo was furious whenever this was mentioned.

He also realized that this Asian man was the one in charge among the three.

Zhang Ailun didn't care at all, laughing heartily: "Let's not talk about those unlucky guys, buddy, happy cooperation!"

"It's a pleasure doing business with you!!" Boro quickly raised his glass in celebration. "You all must eat and have a great time here today, don't hold back! There are plenty of beautiful women here! Just let me know when you've finished your drinks!"

"Of course," Zhang Ailun smiled slightly. Without any hesitation, he put his arms around both of them.

The atmosphere grew increasingly intimate and heated as they chatted and laughed. Bo Luo, always smiling, made an excuse to go outside to answer a phone call, greeted the three of them, and bent down to close the door.

He closed the door, his face instantly darkening. He waved to the henchman by the door, walked to the window, and asked, "Have you found out? Just who are those three people?"

"According to our informant, they landed at the airport in the rural-urban fringe area on a Cirrus SF50 private jet, rented a Highlander from Martina's car rental shop, drove around the city for a while, and were then spotted by the Crimson Shark gang, and then came here."

The younger brother reported, "We haven't found anything else, except that they run a website that specializes in selling castor seeds. The guy called 'Robot' seems to be a somewhat technical programmer who used to work at an IT company but later quit. The old man doesn't have any credentials or background, and he doesn't have a job. He owns a house in Los Angeles, but the insurance company there has blacklisted him because he has a history of insurance fraud."

"Where's that Asian guy? He's the boss inside," Boro demanded.

"According to intelligence, he's a street hustler in Los Angeles who co-owns a bar and a recycling center, hiring homeless people to sell cans."

The younger brother answered confidently, "His assets only include that private jet, a Jeep Wrangler, and a campervan. That's all."

"That's it? That's all?"

Boro looked at his underling suspiciously and couldn't help but curse, "Do you think I'm an idiot? You're saying he's just a recycling worker? A can collector? That's definitely a cover for their business! The fact that they could get their hands on clay bombs and that whole shipment means their work is anything but simple! That old man has definitely killed people! Maybe he's some kind of web assassin!"

"Does he really not even own a house?"

After confirming with his younger brother repeatedly, Bo Luo became increasingly alarmed upon receiving a response from him.

"Then they're definitely planning to pull off a big heist and run away at any moment! After all, properties like houses are hard to sell; they can be seized at any time if investigated, and they're not even worth a penny! Cars can be sold cheaply to any random passerby. Could he be some kind of spy or terrorist?"

Good heavens, what kind of people are these?

If the intelligence is accurate, they are basically all ruthless people who have nothing to lose and are not afraid of those who have shoes on.

They don't have any assets here, they can flip the table at will, why would they be afraid of your nonsense?

"Are you sure the hacker you hired is reliable?" Boro's suspicions grew, and his professional ethics kicked in.

"I spent $2000 on a channel in Los Angeles, it should be fine," the underling said hesitantly. "Boss, can you reimburse me?"

"Fuck you! I've been giving you plenty of dividends, haven't I? I told you to send them to your family, and you've been using them all to find women, you bastard! You've even racked up a huge debt at our rival's underground casino! Get out! Get out of here right now!" Boro cursed.

"Brother, don't be angry, I'll leave right now." The younger brother hurriedly turned and left.

Boro, his face dark, racked his brains but couldn't figure it out. He could only bite the bullet and return to the private room, putting on a smiling face.

When Zhang Ailun saw him return, he smiled meaningfully and said, "Buddy, your prostate must be in bad shape. It took you so long to pee."

"I'm sorry, you must be embarrassed. I do have a problem," Boro replied, feeling aggrieved.

"Haha, didn't you just say you went to answer the phone?" Zhang Ailun laughed again. "What? Did you go to the bathroom in the middle of it?"

Old Jack grinned as well. Combined with his ruthless bandit face, it looked quite intimidating.

Boro was startled and realized that he had been tricked.

His tricks are nothing more than a waste of breath in other people's eyes; his methods are far too naive.

Now that things have come to this, all I can do is bite the bullet and force a smile, hoping to get these people away as soon as possible.

"I also have a motel on the next street. If you don't mind, you can stay there tonight. You should like Carol and Julia's service, right? Let them serve you tonight," Boro said with a smile.

"They are indeed very good." Zhang Ailun nodded. They are beautiful, have great figures, speak sweetly, and are sisters.

The leader of the sect likes to tell the truth.

I glanced at the text message notification on my phone, smiled, and realized it was time.

He stood up, clapped his hands, and gestured for Old Jack and Blitz to leave. "You've had a long day; it's time to rest."

"I'll bring some people to see you off." Boro immediately opened the door, ready to personally escort his guest out.

"You know, if this were before, I might have been worried about whether you guys would double-cross me, or whether I should give you a little thrill, but now I'm not so worried."

Zhang Ailun walked to the door, smiled slightly at him, and patted him on the shoulder.

Boro looked puzzled. "What do you mean?"

"Come with me." Zhang Ailun led him to the balcony window on the second floor of the restaurant, opened the window, and felt the cool breeze blowing in.

It was quite chilly standing on the second floor; the environment and temperature here are definitely not as good as on the West Coast.

He leaned against the windowsill railing with one hand, put on his sunglasses, and said, "What did you hear?!"

"Wind?" Boro hesitated.

"Listen carefully," Zhang Ailun said.

Huhu.

Whirring whirring! !

Boro's expression changed. He looked up and saw a dark mass of objects approaching the building. It was an armed helicopter circling overhead.

Several fully armed personnel were sitting on it, wearing helmets, goggles, bulletproof vests, and headsets. One of them was holding a 700 sniper rifle, and green infrared light shone on his face.

The 30mm cannon was loaded with shells, along with that dark, black 7.62mm machine gun. Although the safety wasn't off, and they might not dare to bomb the city directly, they really couldn't gamble with this thing—what if?

They really do have that thing.

If I shoot you in the face now, I can still turn around and cross that river to Mexico in time.

I instantly felt a chill run down my spine.

"WTF!?"

"How did this attack helicopter get into Laredo?!"

I was instantly drenched in sweat.

No, what kind of good person would fly an armed helicopter when doing business?

Anyone who didn't know better would think it was a multi-million dollar deal! Isn't this like using a cannon to kill a mosquito? What have I done to deserve this?!

No way, it really can't be that bad!

Even some of the more notorious drug lords in South America might not be able to buy military helicopters that are currently in service, and third-world countries might not even have them. I'm just a small-time drug lord who left his homeland to work abroad and has a little bit of wealth!

There are only a few dozen people in total.

Boro was starting to have doubts about life.

"Is that even a question? Of course he's one of my people. Didn't you just have someone investigate me? What did they find out?" Zhang Ailun also seemed a little confused.

"All I found out was that you're someone who comes to bars and does recycling work," Boro said honestly. "You cost me $2000!"

You've really become honest, bro. Quickly stop using your supernatural powers.

"..." Zhang Ailun also fell silent.

He's got me completely stumped.

Oh no. He's bad at it, and I'm panicking.

He looked at him meaningfully, patted him on the shoulder, and said, "Take a good look into how much your men have embezzled. People who do intelligence work don't go so far as to ruin their own business by taking money and not even being able to find out who they are. $2000—anyone could find out how many times they went to the bathroom in a day from that amount."

I was originally planning to have Blitz interfere a bit, since the leader's phone obviously has a firewall. But what you've done is completely unnecessary.

"I had a great time here today. Remember to have your money ready. Hope we can work together again sometime. Goodbye."

He waved his hand and left with Old Jack and Blitz without looking back.

Boro breathed a sigh of relief as he watched the small bird helicopter gradually rise into the air. He then quickly called for people to drive and escort the three leaders to the motel.

Whether it works or not is another matter, but at least the attitude should be right.

He then called over his henchmen, led them to a private room, and, with a grim face and clenched teeth, glared at him. "How the hell did you embezzle money from me? $2000! Where did you spend it all?! Tell me! If you don't, I'll kill you today!!"

"Boss, I was wrong!!"

When the younger brother saw him pull out a pistol and load a bullet, he quickly knelt down and slid to his knees at lightning speed.

With tears streaming down his face, he complained, "I owe Nick and his gang another debt. They said if I don't pay it back, they'll chop me up and feed me to the dogs. I have no choice but to find a way to make money off our territory. Last time we went out on business, the tire flew off while we were on our way. They caught us, pinned us to the ground, and beat us up. Some of my brothers even ended up in the hospital. Actually, I took the tire off and sold it to buy a new, beat-up tire."

"Get to the point!!" Boro trembled with anger.

"I paid $200 to a college student majoring in computer science at a diploma mill to help me investigate his identity."

The younger brother honestly replied, "With that $1800 budget, I plan to find another female college student."

You're pretty successful, aren't you?

Boro was so angry his nose was crooked, clutching his heart, "If it weren't for your sister, I would have fucking killed you today!!"

"Big brother, I'll pack my sister up and bring her over from the other side of the river tomorrow."

"Fuck your mother!!"

"Then I'll bring my mom over too."

"Ah!!! Get out! Get out!" Boro was so angry that he went mad, cursing and randomly pulling the trigger on the ceiling and floor.

BOOM! BOOM BOOM BOOM! !

The younger brother was terrified and ran away with his head in his hands, quickly scurrying out of the private room.

After calming down, Boro also took out his phone and made a call. "Feed? Mr. Bangkok?"

Zhang Ailun drove Blitz and Old Jack to the motel and checked in for free.

They also notified the helicopter pilot, Boketu, to park the helicopter on the nearest high-rise helipad.

Soon the other party arrived with their men and went to the second floor of the motel, where they knocked on the door.

"Go in," Zhang Ailun said.

Boketu opened the door, led his men into the room, and sat down on the sofa with weapons and equipment.

"Good day, business went well." Zhang Ailun took out a thumb-sized piece of gold and handed it to Bocktu, also reimbursing him for fuel costs. The rest of the gold was divided between Blitz and Old Jack.

The Grand Master is not interested in gold.

The happiest time for the leader was when he earned his own living by collecting cans on the street and selling them at a recycling station for a dozen dollars.

The Grand Master had no worldly desires, transcended the three realms, and was no longer bound by the US dollar, so he gladly accepted all 25 USD.

"If you ask me, we should have mixed some lime into that batch of goods; we can't let that kid get away with it."

Old Jack scoffed, "Just say the word, and I'll immediately lead my men to raid that shipment, snatch it back, and then we'll find another group to sell it! We'll make an extra 400,000! Double-crossing? Anyone can do that!"

How did you know that's what I thought?

"Ahem, we should be honest in our dealings. He didn't provoke us, and he wouldn't dare to do it, so why should we attack him? Bullets are free, aren't they?"

Zhang Ailun immediately criticized his unethical behavior, saying he had no sense of rules whatsoever and who would dare do business with him in the future. "Are you addicted to double-crossing?" he asked.

You need to get others to make the first move before you have a reason to double-cross them. That's called having a legitimate cause!

What a pity. He was originally planning to use a sting operation, but now that he's shown his cards, he's scared them off. I wonder if they'll be willing to try anything funny again.

Old Jack: "..."

"But even if we don't take action, they won't be able to cause trouble for long. Blitz will investigate their transactions thoroughly, draft an anonymous tip, and send it directly to the IRS, claiming that local gangs are maliciously using cryptocurrency to evade taxes, causing at least a hundred million dollars in losses to the national treasury! At that point, we won't even need to lift a finger; the CIA and FBI will handle it." Zhang Ailun smiled. "After we leave, things will definitely be chaotic here for a while."

Old Jack remained silent for a long time after hearing this.

Despicable outsider!

Your vicious trick of using someone else to do your dirty work is truly insidious.

"You report others, but you haven't paid a single penny of tax yourself, have you?" Old Jack said.

"I've donated everything I have; I have no assets whatsoever. Why should I pay taxes? The government should be providing me with relief!"

Zhang Ailun said irritably, "If we don't do charity, who will help the homeless on the streets? Will the IRS give us money? No! They only know how to fleece people. They want kind-hearted people like us to do charity work! Besides, I've helped them generate so much revenue."

"..."

You said that!

Honestly, do you even believe it yourself? Nobody would!

(End of this chapter)