America: Starting with Daily Intelligence

Chapter 262 Death Star

"What's going on? What's happening?" Martini, a shareholder of Lightning Oil Company, was bound hand and foot and pinned to the ground by Beggar Clan disciples, looking completely bewildered. He shouted, "Isn't there some misunderstanding? We're on the same side!"

"Who said we're on your side? Behave yourself!" The Beggar Clan disciple slapped him across the face, and Martini instantly became much more obedient, his eyes clear.

"Misunderstanding? There's no misunderstanding here. Didn't you hire people to kidnap me and try to force me to sell my estate and ranch?" Zhang Ailun got out of the car and walked up to the other party, saying with a forced smile, "I'm right in front of you now. Tell me what you want to do to me."

Martini looked at Zhang Ailun, his expression changing slightly. He wasn't stupid; he quickly realized that it was his own people who had messed everything up.

"Did you turn my people against you? Or did you eliminate them? You even have a private army."

Glancing at the fully armed Beggars' Sect disciples, each wielding an AR and M4 rifle, he instantly panicked, filled with regret, and couldn't help but curse, "Damn private investigators! They're so useless! They took the money and couldn't even get the job done! We trusted these people too much! And those assassins! They're useless too!"

"Are all the board members of your Lightning Oil Company idiots? You sent someone to do this, investigate me, kidnap and extort me, and you only gave them $3? And another $5? You think you can do a business worth hundreds of millions with such a small amount of money? Who gave you the nerve?" Zhang Ailun questioned.

You only do what you're supposed to do for a dollar. If you give someone tens of thousands of dollars and they don't run away with the money or fail to do anything for you, that's already quite generous of them.

What's more, their opponent is the Grand Master who's got cheat codes.

"What? I clearly got a budget of $500,000 to hire people for my team, how could it only be less than $100,000?" Martini was also a little confused.

"Is that even a question? Of course, it's your people taking kickbacks." Zhang Ailun sneered, "So you're saying you haven't even bothered to contact or pay attention to your employees?"

"Of course not. Who do I think I am? What are their status? Do you think I'd do something like this myself?" Martini said, his face flushed. "Fine, I'm the one who's been wronged. Let's talk business. How much money do you need for you to let me go?"

"Do you think I'm short of money? Like someone trying to fob you off? Do you think money can solve all your problems?"

Zhang Ailun was so angry at his stubborn refusal that he laughed. Even though he was pinned to the ground, he still acted arrogant and pampered. He must have been used to a good life. He really deserved a beating!

He rolled up his sleeves and slapped him twice across the face. The man was completely stunned, his nose bleeding profusely, and he couldn't help but wail, "How could you be so barbaric! Shouldn't we be more civilized? I have money! I can give you money to buy my life!"

"Too late, my friend. Your money isn't everything, and how much money can you possibly have anyway?"

"Lightning Oil is a company worth tens of billions of dollars. Every member of the board of directors is a billionaire. They don't lack money at all. As long as you let me go, I can certainly give you tens of millions of dollars!" Martini hurriedly said.

Zhang Ailun smiled coldly: "I believe many people will be interested in your company. I don't need to do anything. You can keep your money to feed politicians."

He immediately ordered his Beggars' Sect disciples to take the people to the mountain camp on the Kilimanjaro mountain range. The group tried to shout and yell, but they were immediately silenced.

"What should we do with this car?" Zorro pointed to the car they had driven when they arrived. It was unremarkable, just an ordinary BMW 3 Series. He also found two cell phones in the car.

"Find a way to get rid of it." Zhang Ailun took the phone, connected to the Terminator 2.0 system, cracked the password, and glanced at the contacts. They were all the shareholders of the Lightning Board of Directors, along with the contact information of high-class escorts, models, and female celebrities.

I searched through the other phone and found that there were basically no extra apps or contacts, but there were a dozen or so encrypted short videos in the storage directory. I tried to decrypt them and found that they were pretty fancy selfie videos.

Zhang Ailun was secretly astonished, but he wasn't surprised by it. He then copied the videos and sent them to Blitz.

Zhang Ailun: Anonymously send this to the media and relevant departments, and let them solve the problem. Lightning Oil must have offended quite a few people, right? Send them the video as well, one copy to each person, and let them accuse Lightning Oil and attack and acquire their businesses. This is a rare opportunity, and I believe they will be interested.

Blitz: Lightning Oil is a multi-billion dollar company, headquartered in Texas. Its board of directors has connections with many local politicians. They are very rich and influential. If their major shareholders are not dealt with, the impact of this video is not enough to bring them down. They can simply spend money to take care of it, at most losing some money.

Zhang Ailun: I will arrange for retaliatory action against them. If they become idiots, I don't believe those politicians will continue to protect them. The people on this list are all connected to them and have maintained a relationship of mutual benefit. You can investigate their past and make them behave. We are only targeting the Lightning Board members; we are not interested in the others.

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

Zhang Ailun put away his phone and took a vehicle to the mountain camp. Upon arriving at the camp, the Beggars' Sect disciples carried the bound bodyguard and Martini to the laboratory. Dr. Jerry, who had already prepared the chemical reagents, came over wearing a white coat and a mask.

"Haha, another new worker? Wait, I feel like I've seen you somewhere before. Aren't you an executive and shareholder of Lightning Oil Company?" Dr. Jerry was surprised to find that this was actually a big fish.

Martini didn't recognize this minor character at all, and had no recollection of him. He racked his brains for a long time but couldn't remember where he had seen Dr. Jerry before.

But when he was stripped naked by the Beggars' Sect disciples and taken to the laboratory, lying on the experimental bed, the icy coldness instantly made him shiver, causing him to have a mental breakdown and start crying out incoherently.

Dr. Jerry kindly removed the object from his mouth. Martini was terrified; he never imagined he would end up like this. He cried and screamed, "What are you doing! Don't do this! It's illegal!"

"Don't shout or scream, keep quiet, my friend. Whether you're a billionaire or a destitute homeless person, as long as you're lying on this bed, I'll treat you all the same!"

Dr. Jerry, with great professionalism, took out a needle and syringe from the side and reassured him, "I'll make you very quiet! Just like the priest next to us, whose mental age is only three."

The priest's gaze was unfocused, and he looked dazed. Huh?

Zhang Ailun first went to check on the private investigator who had been brought over, as well as the scavenger team led by Magee. The former had already changed into work clothes and was responsible for construction work at the mountain camp, while the latter was simply staying put. Bailey and Melvin had also found and persuaded the truck driver to testify in court, and everything was settled, except that they hadn't brought the person over here.

After Zhang Ailun finished his visit, he also went to the laboratory, pushed open the door and led people in to watch the process. The last time he came here was to watch the entire process of the priest being injected with drugs.

This time, they really went up a notch; a billionaire came.

When Martini saw someone enter, he pleaded desperately, "You can't do this to me! This is a crime! Our board of directors will never let you get away with this! You have no idea who you've offended! You've touched the pie of capital! You're going to suffer a terrible fate! If you let me go, I'll pretend this never happened! Otherwise, if I suddenly disappear, the board and the FBI will definitely investigate thoroughly!"

"What are you talking about? Your board of directors is already in dire straits!"

"Do you think that just because you're rich, you can engage in malicious competition, kidnapping, extortion, murder, and treat strangers with complete honesty, then settle things with a little money afterward, becoming lawless outlaws? And that ordinary people who rise up in resistance have to consider the law and the means to do so?"

"The poor must be obedient children and let you bully them. Even if you beat them until they are covered in bruises, you must punish them through the justice of the law. Otherwise, they are bad people with warped values! Even if we go to great lengths to expose your true colors, in the end we can only watch helplessly as you live a life of luxury and womanizing in private prisons, and then spend some money to be released on bail after two years. Is this the right thing to do?"

Zhang Ailun sneered: "Right now, my fists are bigger than yours, so what I'm doing is right. I'm the one with the power! I don't care about any damn consequences! Even God can't save you, I'm telling you!" "Give him five injections!!"

The Grand Master couldn't stand this kind of shark arm.

Damn it, you've come to my territory and you're still acting so arrogantly, threatening me?

Do you think I'm all alone? Do you think you can bully me? Do you really think the Grand Master is some kind of saint who started from scratch?

The moment you entertain greedy thoughts, your death omen begins to flash red.

"Alright." Dr. Jerry looked at the Grand Master in surprise, hesitated for a moment, and didn't mention that the consequence of giving five shots was that it could easily lead to someone's death. After all, the Grand Master was in high spirits, and who knows, even a passing dog might get a couple of shots!

The bodyguard beside him quickly said, "I'm just a security guard, I don't know anything, please let me go. My thigh is injured and needs treatment!"

"You're a fucking accomplice to evil, you're no good either! You're the one who's most eager to grope women in those videos!" Zhang Ailun pointed at his nose and cursed, "Give him eight injections!"

"Eight needles could very well be fatal, causing brain death," Dr. Jerry said hesitantly.

"Brain dead, but the body isn't dead. If the body isn't dead, then it's not truly dead," Zhang Ailun retorted. "The body is weak, but the spirit lives on. Don't you believe in God?"

"What you said makes so much sense, I'm speechless." Dr. Jerry was momentarily at a loss for words.

"I didn't do anything..." The driver was on the verge of tears, and still wanted to beg for mercy.

"You, 10 stitches!!"

"..."

Dr. Jerry was shocked; even a donkey shouldn't be hit like that.

Zhang Ailun let out a long sigh, calming his anger. He waved his hand and said, "Forget it. This driver isn't a big problem. He just paid money to have sex with a minor a few times. It was consensual, so I can't interfere. I'll just give him a couple of injections and leave him bedridden for the rest of his life."

Dr. Jerry readily agreed, "Then I might need to prepare some more of the potion, otherwise it might not be enough."

"It's up to you. You're the professional." The Grand Master didn't care how Dr. Jerry handled things; he just wanted to see the final result.

After dealing with his private car, Zorro arrived at the mountain camp. Zhang Ailun came out of the research institute, called him over, and gave him a list.

"These people are all from the Lightning board. How many people in the assassin industry do you know in Texas? I need you to find someone to teach them a lesson. I don't care how much it costs, I just want them dealt with cleanly! And without affecting us," Zhang Ailun said.

"Should we kidnap them all? Or should we stage a natural death scene and make them commit suicide?" Zorro asked, glancing at the list.

Look at that, that's why they say they're professionals.

Zhang Ailun pondered, "There's no need to kill them. Turning them into idiots, lying in bed on liquid food, is the best outcome. You can get some medicine from Dr. Jerry and inject them when the opportunity arises. There's no need to worry about public opinion; Lightning Oil Company will definitely not let this opportunity to devour it pass by. I've already had Blitz do it."

"Why don't we buy its assets? Don't you have hundreds of millions of dollars that you could use to acquire its businesses?" Zorro asked.

"I don't have many connections in Texas. I also have to run Parker Recycling Company; I don't have much time to deal with those other things. Other oil companies might not be happy to see me taking a slice of their pie," Zhang Ailun said. "Those Texans are all ruthless; we should just focus on our recycling business. How much does it cost to hire a hitman?"

"I know a few excellent colleagues, but they have all been retired for several years. However, they should be willing to sell if the price is right."

Zorro said, "The price isn't high. It's not an assassination. It's just about injecting them with a drug, making it easy to get close and succeed. They're not important figures, and they don't have that many security personnel. $2 per person is about right. Even if the president goes out, it's not during an election period, so it's impossible for him to bring dozens of bodyguards. And even if he did have bodyguards, they wouldn't be very useful."

They were basically all good-for-nothings and couldn't stop assassins at all. Whether they survived or not depended entirely on luck.

"I'll have Blitz give you intelligence support," Zhang Ailun said.

"With accurate intelligence, I can handle this within 48 hours," Zorro assured him.

"Then I'll leave it to you to handle. Don't let me down." Zhang Ailun patted him on the shoulder and immediately transferred $5 to him. He could spend it all on his travels, from plane tickets and accommodation to purchasing tools and renting a car; the leader would take care of everything. There would also be a bonus afterward.

"Don't worry! I'm a professional!" Zorro chuckled as he took the money, then turned to find Dr. Jerry to collect the goods. Twenty minutes later, he emerged with a small black box containing a large dose of Twilight Lover.

One injection for epilepsy, two injections for death.

We got into a car and drove away from the mountain camp, heading to Texas as fast as we could.

Zhang Ailun stayed at the mountain camp and had dinner there after dark.

Dr. Jerry was in a good mood. He had already administered the medication to the researchers in the lab. "All done! Their condition is under excellent control."

"Sit down and eat." Zhang Ailun smiled, gesturing for him to sit down. He took out his phone and showed him several downloaded photos. "The cellmates you mentioned yesterday, are they them?"

"It's them. Where did you get them? Your intelligence network is really efficient." Dr. Jerry glanced at the photos and was somewhat surprised to see that they were indeed his fellow inmates.

"You don't need to ask that. Except for one of them who is still begging on the streets of Little Rock, the others are doing quite well. One is a surgeon at a shady underground clinic in the suburbs, and the other two are doing chemical research in a greenhouse at White Dove Motorbike in the suburbs. I'll bring some people over to invite them over in a bit," Zhang Ailun said.

"That's wonderful!" Dr. Jerry laughed.

(End of this chapter)