America: Starting with Daily Intelligence

Chapter 294 Flying Eagle Gun Shop

The searchlights of the Black Hawk helicopter shone from the motel's balcony and rooftop, exposing the Tad members hiding in the nooks and crannies. Jimmy and the officers immediately opened fire on them, while many other guests huddled in the corners of their rooms, trembling with fear.

Rifles and projectiles created a symphony of gunpowder smoke in the motel, and the entire exchange of fire lasted only a few minutes.

Jimmy asked Bocktu over the police channel if there were any surviving criminals. Bocktu looked around from his vantage point and immediately replied, "No more criminals have been found, but they are definitely hiding in the rooms, or even trying to take hostages."

Jimmy immediately grabbed a megaphone and shouted inside, "Listen up, you bastards inside! Surrender and you'll be spared! As long as you don't harm the hostages, come out obediently, and truthfully confess your crimes, the court will give you leniency. If you insist on continuing to resist, then we'll have to blow up the building!"

From the second-floor window, the Tad leader saw the arrogant Jimmy, the well-equipped police officers, and the opposing gang's henchmen carrying out RPGs loaded with rockets.

"Boss! There are Black Hawk helicopters up there, and so many police officers down there. They also have RPG rockets. There's no way we can escape. If we don't surrender, we're doomed!" the henchmen said desperately.

"They definitely wouldn't dare to blow up the building." The Tad leader still held onto a sliver of hope, insisting that the other side didn't have the guts to directly blow up the motel, and immediately sent someone to negotiate.

The underling, steeling himself, raised his hands and stepped forward, saying, "Our boss said he needs you guys to prepare a car for us. And that damn Mano, our boss gave you so much money, supported so many of you, and helped you take care of so many competitors, and now you're turning your back on us? Fxxk you! You son of a bitch!"

Seeing Jimmy and the sheriff's unfriendly expressions, the henchman quickly said, "It wasn't me! It was our boss!"

"Okay! We can prepare a vehicle for you. You also need to ensure the safety of the hostages." Jimmy laughed. Someone actually offered themselves up? Did they really not take the clay explosives seriously?

Actually, whether they are hostages or not is not that important. Those gathered here are either drug addicts or sex workers, but many of them are also victims who have been forced into this situation. We can't leave no one alive.

"You must make sure you don't attack us!" the leader shouted. "Get your Black Hawk helicopters far away! The farther the better!"

Jimmy and the sheriff readily agreed, and the group began to evacuate the scene.

Zhang Ailun also informed Boketu to fly the Black Hawk helicopter to a distance.

Watching the officers and Jimmy's henchmen quickly leave from the second floor, the Tad members were also puzzled. "They left so obediently? Was it really for the hostages? Could it be a trap?"

"We'll just drive straight into the police car and head into the bushes and woods. Then we'll drive to the nearest town and community. Even if they try to catch up with us in their Black Hawk helicopters, they won't be able to shoot at us! That would hurt a lot of people!" the Tad leader said with a clear head.

The group immediately packed up their things and randomly grabbed a customer, who was also a regular customer and a drug addict.

Seeing the terror and pleading on their faces, the Tad leader said without any apology, "I'm sorry, buddy, we need your help now, or are you saying you don't want to help us?"

"Wouldn't it be better to just surrender? That way, everyone could have a good outcome." The customer looked utterly desperate.

"Fxxk! What do you know? They've mobilized so many people and resources just to kill me. If I surrender, I'll definitely suffer the consequences."

The leader trusted his former partners completely, grumbling, "Who knows why they turned against me? Did someone else pay me more? Or did they find some dirt on me? Are they worried they'd expose my dirty secrets, but aren't they worried I'd expose myself?"

They couldn't understand why, but they still grabbed all their valuables, packed them up, and rushed downstairs to the police car. They didn't even bother with the remaining sex workers and clients.

Seeing that no one was around, Jimmy and the sheriff had already run hundreds of meters away, and the Black Hawk helicopter had vanished without a trace, the Tad leader immediately felt relieved.

He immediately put his underling in the car and tried to start it. There was still half a tank of gas left, no problem at all. The Tad leader then told his underling to drive, and he stepped on the gas and drove away from the motel.

"Hahaha! Those idiots! They actually let us go! Damn it! They'll regret this!" the Tad leader shouted excitedly. "God bless them!!"

"Boss, there are too many people, and the vehicle is overloaded. If they try to catch us, we probably won't get very far before they catch up." The driver was also incredulous; how did they manage to escape so easily?

"Then eliminate the extra people." Without hesitation, the leader chose to push the hostages off the vehicle.

The henchmen opened the car door and, ignoring the man's resistance, threw him out. The police car continued driving forward, turning into a secluded grove of trees according to the pre-arranged plan.

Jimmy, on the other side, was still chatting and laughing with Zhang Ailun: "This idiot probably doesn't know about things called clay explosives and GPS tracking. No matter how far he runs, we can still take him down."

This is the first time I've ever seen a criminal fleeing in a police car. Are they afraid the police won't catch them?

"Boss, the signal has traveled several hundred meters. It seems they dropped the hostages and the goods. They've also turned into the woods," the underling reported.

"Are you sure?" Jimmy asked.

"I'm absolutely sure!!"

"Then blow it up!!" Jimmy snatched the rudimentary electromagnetic detonator from his henchman and pressed the red button.

The sheriff standing nearby seemed about to speak but then stopped, and then hesitated again.

Jimmy scoffed, "Don't worry, I have plenty of cars at my rental shop. You can pick whatever you want! Fords, Chevrolets, even Cadillacs and Bentleys are available! All you have to do is sign the gun shop's transfer list!"

"Do all the police officers in your suburbs prefer to ride in four-wheeled pickup trucks and sedans? After all, they can at least stop a few bullets. Motorcycles aren't very safe either; in the suburbs, you can easily get shot down if you're not careful. There aren't as many gunfights in the city as here, so the police officers are all brave warriors wrapped in flesh and iron." Jimmy chuckled.

This is an old Texas tradition; they used to ride horses, now they ride motorcycles.

But what decent person would ride a motorcycle to patrol the suburbs late at night?

Several bullets came flying from all directions, riddling me with holes; there was no room for error.

Drop drop drop drop.

Meanwhile, pleasant music suddenly started playing from the police car. Upon hearing this, the Tad leader initially thought he was hallucinating and questioned his existence. "What is that?! Whose phone is ringing? Didn't we tell you to turn off your cell phone signals? We're easily located!"

"Boss, we're using police cars, there's no way we can block the signal, right?" the underling couldn't help but ask.

Hearing this sound reminded him of a Chinese song he had once heard: "The rain is dripping outside the window..."

"What do you know..."

Bang! ! !

The next second, flames shot into the sky, and the police car exploded and rolled away on the spot. The leader was shot into the air before he could finish speaking, and the group was covered in bruises and cuts, even their money bags were blown away!

"What a waste! What a waste! These Texans are good at everything, from getting things done to shooting, but they have one problem. They don't like to loot." The leader was furious at their lack of ambition.

Can a sharpshooter who doesn't like looting be a good sharpshooter?

Seeing that the matter had temporarily come to an end, Zhang Ailun drove directly to meet up with Jimmy and the others.

Boketu also received further instructions from the police channel to go and investigate the explosion site. After consulting with the leader, he decisively set off in his Black Hawk.

From a high vantage point dozens of meters above the ground, I took several horrific photos of the scene: a dilapidated metal vehicle engulfed in flames in the middle of nowhere.

Several police officers also rushed out with fire extinguishers to put out the fire, while the rest surrounded the motel building and rescued the victims and many girls from inside.

"What a tragedy."

As Zhang Ailun got out of the Bentley, looking at the listless underage sex workers, the many pregnant women, and the clients, he couldn't help but criticize them.

"You're sixty years old, and you're still here having fun?"

"I paid, officer. How can a client's actions be considered illegal?" the sixty-year-old client said, aggrieved. "These days, who hasn't ordered a 'wild game' package? At least I'm free!"

"Don't call me officer. If I were an officer, I would have blown your head off the first time. There is no law in Texas that makes prostitution legal! How many years in prison is it for assaulting a minor or a pregnant minor?" Zhang Ailun turned around and asked the officer who arrested him.

"The local laws differ from district to district, the circumstances vary, the lawyers and judges handling the cases are different, and the sentencing standards also differ. In his case, he might only need to be sentenced to 300 hours of community service and a few tens of thousands of dollars in bail," the officer replied. "That's how it's always been."

"No wonder there are so many similar incidents. The sentences are too lenient," Zhang Ailun scoffed. Watching the girls and the pregnant woman being picked up by the police, Zhang Ailun found Jimmy, who was still arguing with the sheriff about the gun shop's transfer.

From the beginning, the sheriff never agreed to transfer the gun shop to him. Now that the matter is over and the man is dead, the sheriff has also developed wicked thoughts.

He argued, "You have no idea how difficult it is to run a gun shop. It's not just me who has a stake in it; there's also the Weir Company that lends money in the suburbs, investors in the underground casinos, and even our chief. Many people get their guns from us; there's not much risk, and the profits are very high."

"How difficult could it be? I'll just take them all out one by one, won't I?"

Jimmy wouldn't listen to his arguing and said viciously, "Do you think that just because someone's dead, I can't deal with you? Fxxkyou! Based on what you've done over the years, I could send you all to jail!"

"You don't have any concrete evidence of our chief's corruption or bribery. I just went to a hotel with a married woman consensually. I'm not married, what's the problem?" The sheriff shrugged, starting to act like a liar. "If you want to shoot, then shoot! If you kill me, we'll put you on the wanted list! And you can forget about staying in Austin any longer!"

Jimmy's face darkened.

After understanding the gist of the matter, Zhang Ailun immediately laughed and said, "Jimmy, you've really messed up, haven't you?"

"Mr. Kim, I'll definitely do what I promised you! This kid's playing tricks on me! He probably thinks I don't have evidence against them, so I can't sue them. He thinks I don't want to break ties with them, so he's gotten bolder!" Jimmy cursed.

Zhang Ailun smiled and said, "It's alright, it's just evidence, right? While you guys were firing your guns, I already had Blitz take care of it."

As he spoke, under the sheriff's hesitant gaze, he directly took out his phone and played a video.

oh, yes, oh, no, omg...

In the video, a fat, middle-aged white man is vigorously penetrating two white girls. A Stars and Stripes flag hangs on the wall. The sheriff stands nearby watching.

They found more photos, mostly showing the other party's property qualifications, photos of embezzlement and bribery, and a lot of evidence of on-site transactions.

Jimmy was incredulous and full of admiration. "Mr. Kim, you've really thought things through!"

"A scoundrel doesn't eat brains. He'll be a scoundrel his whole life," Zhang Ailun said.

The sheriff turned green after watching the video.

Jimmy also mocked him: "Didn't realize, you green-haired turtle, that you became sheriff entirely because of your daughter and wife? Now, is the gun shop deal open?"

"Okay, okay..." The sheriff had no choice but to agree. Jimmy produced a pre-prepared transfer contract and had him sign it, acquiring controlling interest in the gun shop for free. He then handed the contract to the head of the organization.

"Mr. Jin, this Flying Eagle Gun Shop is yours from now on."

"Not a bad name." Zhang Ailun checked the contract and qualification documents. The gun shop's qualification on the Opportunity Network was only one star, but that was only because the qualification requirements in Texas were relatively high. After all, the demand for firearms was huge, so many people would buy firearms, and there was no worry about sales. The certificate was hard to come by.

Moreover, many of Flying Eagle Gun Shop's previous transactions were not conducted openly, but rather through street vendors and arms dealers.

Zhang Ailun smiled and didn't refuse, readily accepting the gun shop. "I'll be relying on you to take care of my business here from now on."

"Don't worry, as long as I, Jimmy, am here, no one will dare to mess with your gun shop!" Jimmy guaranteed with his head.

Having settled Tad's matter, they left the rest of the mess to the police officers.

"If the other Tad members want to retaliate, let them come to me, Jimmy. Only cowards avoid battle. I can fight them until only one side wins!" Jimmy declared ruthlessly, displaying the demeanor of a street boss.

After saying goodbye to the police officers, Zhang Ailun took a Bentley to the Flying Eagle Gun Shop.

Eagle Gun Shop has three locations. One is officially listed on navigation apps, located in a suburban area on the outskirts of Austin. Legitimate orders are processed there, and the shop is open 24/7.

One is a rented house in the suburbs, where most of the gun orders and unnumbered ghost guns on the street are transported and traded.

The other is a small workshop that stores firearms and processes firearm parts, including hand-crafting M4 and Ar series firearms.

When the leader arrived by car, he saw scantily clad female shop assistants in the legitimate Flying Eagle Gun store posing and doing their makeup, taking selfies. He wondered if they had some kind of side business.

The one-star qualified store was not as big as I imagined, and the security measures were very basic. It was just like an ordinary store on the street, with only burglar bars installed. But no one would be foolish enough to rob it here.