America: Starting with Daily Intelligence

Chapter 261 Revenge at the Gathering

After all, he is a young tycoon with hundreds of millions in wealth. With the current charm of the leader, which woman could resist the temptation?

"I'm sorry, I have some personal matters to attend to, so it's not convenient for me to attend the party." Seeing her expression, Zhang Ailun knew this party was no ordinary event and politely declined her invitation. He genuinely couldn't make it.

"Okay. Here's my business card. You can call me whenever you have time or if you need anything." The female assistant was a little regretful, but still handed the business card to the leader.

After exchanging a few more words, the other party turned and left, needing to discuss cooperation projects with relevant departments regarding high-power power and water supply, as well as oil refinery projects.

Davis, the manager of Merlin Oil, also left a business card for the head of the company, with her personal number and even her home address in Los Angeles on the back. The address was surprisingly located in the Newport Villas area in southern Los Angeles.

Watching the other person leave in high heels, swaying with every step, the Grand Master had no idea what their intentions were.

After seeing off the guests, Zhang Ailun took out tens of thousands of US dollars as a bonus and distributed it to the Beggar Clan disciples present. Even Sheriff Arthur from the police station received a bonus.

He couldn't help but exclaim, "Mr. Jin, I never imagined that our town would have two more billionaires in just a few days. Now, when other ranchers hear about this, they're all preparing to drill for oil on their own land."

"This isn't necessarily a bad thing. If Green Field Town becomes wealthy as a result, all sorts of assets and investments will flock in, and as the town prospers, your police station will definitely receive more attention," Zhang Ailun said with a smile.

However, the probability of this happening is extremely low, one in ten thousand.

Old Karl was incredibly lucky, while the Grand Master was practically cheating.

Green Fields ranch, under its previous owner, hadn't yielded any oil or underground resources for decades, focusing solely on cattle raising until it went bankrupt. Was it because he didn't want to? Or was it because he simply didn't know which plot of land contained oil?

On 400 hectares of land, a single well occupies an area of ​​over ten meters and extends hundreds of meters underground, but drilling a well costs tens of thousands of US dollars each time, making the development cost too high.

If you make a mistake with this, you could lose tens of thousands of dollars. A cow only yields a few hundred dollars in profit. If you blindly try to strike oil, how many cows would you lose? I wouldn't dare gamble on it.

The leader of the Beggars' Sect has now become a billionaire, and all the core members of the Beggars' Sect have been rewarded with red envelopes. A feast was held at the manor and ranch.

They booked out a local bar, and the leader of the Beggars' Sect paid for all the expenses of the disciples there today! They opened a few bottles of champagne and began to celebrate.

"Boss, you're so cool!!"

"Boss, I have a distant cousin who's 18 this year, which is the legal marriage age. Would you like me to bring her over to meet you? I don't mean anything by it, it's just that she really admires you!"

The Beggars' Sect disciples showered the sect leader with flattery, which pleased him greatly. However, he didn't forget that he still had important business to attend to. He simply drank two glasses of champagne and told them to entertain themselves. Then he turned around and found Zorro to ask him how things were going.

"They didn't question the information I provided at all. I even told them that I had infiltrated the manor ranch and was digging holes here to cooperate with the work, and they didn't suspect a thing." Zorro was starting to lose his composure.

Zhang Ailun checked the chat history. He was always seen in the photos, which were taken very precisely and furtively, as if he had been secretly taken from an inconspicuous spot in the crowd.

Mickey the Private Investigator: I helped them on the way by calling a tow truck to transport the Wrangler to the country estate ranch. He was very kind to let me stay and even gave us two bottles of Red Bull.

The selfie shows a Red Bull soda can in my hand.

There's also a background image of the Grand Master, one hand on his hip, pointing at a distant nodding donkey (a type of pumping machine) while giving a speech. He's undeniably brilliant and powerful!

Contact person: You did a great job! I didn't expect you to be so professional! He didn't even suspect you!

Mickey the Private Investigator: They really weren't wary at all. Because we said we were local media reporters and could also interview them, he was happy to agree. I even infiltrated the oil crew, helping to dig pits and fill tin drums with people. This is a huge amount of oil!!

The photo shows oil being pumped out by a pumping unit. When the valve is turned, the brownish crude oil spraying out of the pipe fills the oil drum.

Mickey Private Investigator: To be honest, he even invited me to the afternoon party. It's a pity we're only responsible for documenting life, not for hijacking his business, otherwise it would have been easy to complete.

Contact Person: !!!

It's likely that this was the first time the other person had ever seen someone sneak into the group and take photos openly, and they were completely taken aback.

The contact remained silent for a long time, presumably discussing the matter with his team.

Soon, the other party sent another message: "Our informant says that the oil from Green Field Manor Ranch has been sold? Contracts have been signed with three other oil companies? What's going on? Wasn't it still in the preparation stage? How did they suddenly reach a cooperation agreement?"

Mickey's Private Investigator: Your information is wrong! These three oil fields haven't been sold at all. It's just that three oil companies reached a cooperation agreement with the estate owner to discourage other oil companies. The contracts haven't even been signed yet. I was standing right there; how could I not know whether they signed or not? So, which oil company are you with?

Contact: You're right. This must be one of their malicious competitive tactics! We work for Lightning Oil Company, and we believe your Mickey Private Detective Agency has great potential and could work for us.

They probably never imagined, no matter how hard they tried, that the private investigator they hired had already been replaced.

How dare you accuse others of malicious competition?

Mickey Private Investigator: They won't be able to finalize the deal until tomorrow at the earliest, but after today there probably won't be much of a chance. You'd better hurry up and plan your next move!

Contact: How much would it cost if I hired you to do something to him at the party?

Mickey Private Investigator: $10.

Contact person: That's a bit expensive. Our professional team only costs $5.

Mickey Private Investigator: Okay, then we're only responsible for drugging and kidnapping people, not for transportation. You'll have to handle that yourselves.

Contact: This is the contact information for the street gang members we employ. You can contact them. There are six of them, specifically in charge of this project!

Damn it, I finally fell for it!

Mickey Private Investigator: I will contact them.

Zhang Ailun looked at the satellite phone chat box and tried sending a message to someone in that team.

Mickey Private Investigator: Hello, we are Mickey Private Investigator. We will begin our operation around 4 PM and need your location.

Shadow: We're currently resting at a motel in Palm Town, a suburb. We're ready to go anytime! Just send us the code "123," and we'll come to meet you.

Mickey Private Investigator: OK. Please provide your staff list to prevent any unforeseen circumstances.

Without hesitation, the other party sent the configuration of their team members. Several black men sat on a sofa, their faces covered, with several handguns and two shotguns beside them.

Is this all the assassin has?

The Palm Town motel in the suburbs, right?

Zhang Ailun searched and located the navigation information. "Good, good, you just wait!"

They immediately prepared to send Zorro over to deal with them.

"Don't worry, leave it to me, I'll take care of them." Zorro confidently packed his gear, including a silencer for his pistol, a submachine gun, a dagger, explosives, and a bottle of vodka, before getting into the car.

"You'd better not make too much of a fuss. Do you need me to have Sieg take a few men over to help you?" Zhang Ailun asked with concern, actually having a lot of confidence in him.

"You underestimate me. Even if there are only six of them, I can easily take them down!" Zorro smiled confidently, completely unconcerned about these few little karami.

He immediately started the Wrangler, stepped on the gas, and drove away.

"Okay, good luck then." Watching Zorro leave, Zhang Ailun turned and went back to the town bar. Not long after, Old Karl returned, excitedly announcing, "It's my treat tonight!!"

"You can treat us tomorrow. I've already booked the whole place for today," Zhang Ailun joked.

He then inquired about the progress of the negotiations, and it seemed they had reached a cooperation agreement with Weima Oil Company. "$9500 million! I've never seen so much money in my life," old Carl exclaimed. "I'm even worried about how to spend it!"

"Want to spend money? It's simple. Just partner with those private equity funds to invest in the stock market," Zhang Ailun suggested, giving him a bad idea.

"I think you're trying to bankrupt me..." Old Karl's lips twitched.

But today was a happy day overall, so old Carl opened a bottle of champagne and joined the lively party. Even an 18-year-old hottie from small town showed up uninvited.

"Hey! Who ordered the chicken?" The deliveryman walked into the bar carrying large and small bags and called out.

"Me!" Sheriff Arthur responded immediately.

The bar atmosphere became lively. The leader and Old Karl were naturally the two most eye-catching people, but compared to the young, rich, and well-built leader, Old Karl was obviously slightly less flamboyant.

The leader of the sect was getting a little fed up with being harassed by several hot girls from the small town.

Unable to refuse their kindness, Zhang Ailun could only passively enjoy it, allowing them to take advantage of him. However, he always maintained his bottom line and refused to be pulled into the private room.

About two hours later, Zorro sent a message to the Grand Master.

Zhang Ailun clicked on it and took a look.

Zorro: Done.

It also included several pictures and a video of over a minute.

The setting is also in a small grove of wilderness. Zorro is digging several holes with a shovel. There are several people sealed in body bags next to him. He throws them into the holes, covers them with soil, and flattens the surface.

He lit a cigarette, took a puff, and looked incredibly dashing. Then he rolled up his sleeves and continued burying the soil.

Zhang Ailun: Are you alright?

Zorro: These guys are too weak. They can't compare to Laredo's guys at all. They've probably had too much fun. I disguised myself as a deliveryman and went to deliver food. They didn't even ask who ordered the food; they just wanted to freeload. So I just went in and took care of them all.

Zhang Ailun: ...

Zorro: The whole encounter only lasted about a minute. I spent the rest of the time cleaning up and dealing with the scene. In the end, I bribed the motel owner. That old guy isn't just anyone; he was worried that someone dying at the motel would affect his business. He only asked for $2000 to keep quiet. If he had dared to say anything more, I would definitely know where his family lives.

Zhang Ailun: It's good that things are settled. Did you find any new clues from them?

Zorro: Aside from a satellite phone and some tools for the crime, there's nothing else. We can call that guy now and tell him we've kidnapped him, and we'll deliver him to his door and take care of him too!

Zhang Ailun: That's settled then. You should come back quickly.

Zorro: OK.

Zhang Ailun took out his phone and sent a message to the Beggars' Sect disciples in Los Angeles, recruiting a few people and asking them to drive an armored truck with some equipment over.

About twenty minutes later, Zorro and the Beggars' Sect disciples returned one after the other and parked the car in the manor ranch.

Zhang Ailun also withdrew from the throng of women, and, despite the persistent entanglement of the hot girl from the small town, made an excuse to leave.

I took out a tissue to wipe my fingers, opened my contacts, and deleted more than a dozen newly added contacts with one click.

Back at the private estate of Green Field Manor, Zorro took photos of him with a camera, while the Beggar Clan disciples tied him up with ropes, pretending to be unconscious.

He took two photos and sent them to his contact using the satellite phone belonging to those street killers.

Shadow: It's all settled. When will you settle the money you promised us?

Soon the contact person sent a message: "You guys are so efficient."

Shadow: It's mainly because we cooperated well with those intelligence agents. When we made our move, they had no chance to resist! Where are we going to send them?

Contact person: Give me a detailed address, and our boss will personally bring people over!

Shadow: A wealthy tycoon like you needs to come in person? I heard from the intelligence agents that you're from an oil company? $50,000 isn't quite enough.

Contact person: If you really manage to get this done, we'll give you extra money! I love greedy people; you guys are definitely destined for great things.

Shadow: That would be best. Let's meet near the Kilimanjaro Mountains in the suburbs. We have acquaintances there, just in case something goes wrong.

Contact person: Great, you've thought of everything! Our boss should be there in half an hour at most.

After agreeing on a meeting place with the other party, Zhang Ailun prepared his equipment and boarded the escort vehicle.

"Let's go! We're going to meet our client! I hope he won't let me down."

He revealed a kind smile.

The Beggars' Sect disciples also let out cackling laughter.

They drove to the mountain camp in the Kilimanjaro Mountains. Zhang Ailun also greeted the Beggars' Sect disciples stationed there along the way, telling them to prepare to welcome the newcomer.

Have Dr. Jerry prepare a large dose of the drug, aiming for the standard dosage for injecting wild boars, give them at least three injections! Turn them all into idiots.

I want to see what happens to your Lightning Oil Company's board of directors and senior executives after they all turn into liquid-eating idiots.

Trying to fight me? I'll make sure you're all beaten to a pulp, your families destroyed, and your lives ruined. If I don't beat you to a pulp and leave you with nothing but blood and bones, then I'll consider myself a kind-hearted leader!

No one on the list will escape!

They soon arrived at the Kilimanjaro Mountains by car. Zhang Ailun instructed the Beggars' Sect disciples to lie in ambush and be ready to receive the guests at any time.

Not long after, a private car drove up and parked on the side of the road. A smartly dressed middle-aged white man got out, accompanied by two bodyguards. He seemed quite surprised when he saw the armored vehicle parked there. "You even have bulletproof cars?"

"We have something even better."

Zhang Ailun rolled down the car window, smiled slightly at him, and greeted him, "Hello, you're from Lightning Oil Company. Your name is Martini, right?"

I glanced at the character introduction in the intelligence report; he's one of the board members and the main person in charge of acquiring the Zhuangyuan oil field.

Martini was slightly taken aback, a little confused. The next second, the Grand Master waved his hand, "Suppress him."

The Beggars' Sect disciples immediately filed out with their guns drawn. Zorro dodged and pulled out his gun, firing two shots. Two bodyguards immediately knelt down, clutching their thighs, and wailed in pain.

Martini was hit by the Taser and instantly became erect! He collapsed to the ground, convulsing wildly.

Several people, including the driver, were caught off guard and immediately pinned down.

(End of this chapter)