America: Starting with Daily Intelligence

Chapter 317 A Kind Person

boom!!!

The rocket hit him squarely in the second-floor window, and before the one-eyed man could react, he was instantly blasted away.

"Target eliminated by sniper!!"

The Beggars' Sect disciple, carrying an RPG rocket launcher, grimaced and rubbed his shoulder before giving his report.

The agent next to him who was helping him reload the ammunition looked at him with suspicion and asked, "Are you sure this is a sniper shot?"

The Beggars' Sect disciples stated...

Single shot, large caliber, kills the enemy the moment they peek out.

How can this not be a sniper rifle?!

A sudden rocket blast struck the second-floor window of the factory, capturing the ringleader and sending the one-eyed man to his death. The violent explosion shattered windows and shattered wood chips, throwing the drug cartel members into chaos.

No one noticed that their leader was locked on and sniped the moment he showed his face, and he was done for!

More than thirty people rushed out and hid in the blind spots behind the building, shouting and yelling.

"Enemy attack!! Enemy attack!!"

"Requesting backup!!"

He held his gun and fired rapidly into the surrounding dark areas.

However, the Beggars' Sect disciples did not choose to engage in a direct firefight. Instead, they activated their self-destructing drones, sending over a dozen drones flying in a massive swarm.

"There's a drone!! There's a suicide drone!!"

"Use shotguns and nets! Don't run around!!" The drug cartel members heard the buzzing sound, their heads spinning.

Having already suffered a loss at the hands of the Tijuana rebels, they learned from their mistakes and devised a method specifically to deal with explosive drones.

Although it may not have a significant effect, it can still prevent some casualties. The best way to deal with drones is not to run away, but to confront them head-on!

Simply hide behind a building and hold a shield to avoid splash damage from the explosion, or use a high-pole net to capture the drone directly.

The best time to destroy the drone is the moment it dives in, using the splash damage from a shotgun to finish it off!

Despite their preparations, theoretical knowledge is not the same as real combat. Faced with the relentless dive-bombing of drones, they were still bombed and cried out in pain. Some even self-destructed on the spot, being blown into the sky.

Even more shockingly, members of the drug cartel fired wildly at the swooping drone with shotguns. Although they successfully hit the drone and caused it to explode halfway through its flight, they themselves were unharmed, but two of their teammates were unexpectedly killed by the explosion.

The scene was in complete chaos.

Zhang Ailun boarded a Black Hawk helicopter and quickly arrived above the factory. He took out binoculars and looked at the fiery scene below.

Another Black Hawk helicopter roared overhead, its blinding searchlight illuminating the personnel below, making it impossible for them to open their eyes.

The Beggars' Sect disciples pulled out their machine guns and unleashed a barrage of fire at the fleeing drug cartel below!

A perfectly healthy person was instantly torn apart by a hail of bullets, turning into a bloody mist, with severed limbs flying everywhere!

The drug cartel members fled in panic, shouting as they saw the two Black Hawk helicopters: "Black Hawk helicopters! Black Hawk helicopters! Quick! Use RPG rockets! Quick! Get in the armored vehicles and escape!!"

Braving a hail of bullets, several men rushed towards the armored military vehicle in the garage, while others brandished RPG rocket launchers, attempting to aim at the Black Hawk helicopter overhead. But the next second, accompanied by a whistling sound approaching from afar, hundreds of tracer rounds flew in from a hundred meters away.

Bullets blasted people to pieces, sending dust flying, and then, a second later, the sound of machine gun fire could be heard. Like firecrackers, it roared and raged!

The warthog swooped overhead with a whoosh, its front trailing thick white smoke as it passed through, looking just like a sound barrier.

It turned around again, aimed at the garage of the warehouse, and launched an air-to-ground missile from the side.

Whoosh! The missile transformed into a sharp sword, detaching from the Warthog's direct-load missile rack and striking the garage directly.

Boom! The armored military vehicle that had just started up exploded on the spot.

With a deafening roar that echoed through the air, all the fuel tanks and engines exploded! The roof collapsed!

Drug cartel members were crying and begging for mercy.

However, some leaders persisted, preparing to take two hostages to protect themselves. But having gained absolute air superiority, the Beggars' Sect disciples and agents had already closed in, completely surrounding the factory. They directly opened fire, damaging the power supply facilities, causing the factory to shut down again, plunging it into darkness.

The Black Hawk helicopters also turned off their lights and hovered overhead in a dark, swarming manner. The entire factory, which resembled ruins, was riddled with holes and the walls had been torn down, with only the central storage warehouse remaining intact.

The narcotics officers, wearing night vision goggles and carrying rifles, hid behind the building and began firing at the corpses on the ground one by one. Unexpectedly, there was a drug dealer who was pretending to be dead. He was shot in the buttocks and immediately cried out.

She covered her bottom and cried her eyes out. She rolled over, raised her hands in surrender, and cried, "I surrender!! Don't kill me! I surrender!"

"Where are the hostages?!" the agent demanded.

"It's in the central warehouse," the drug dealer said frantically.

The Beggars' Sect disciples immediately broke down the door and used drones to rush in, aiming their guns at places where people might be hiding. But looking at the empty room, they searched carefully but found nothing, not even on the second floor.

The situation was immediately reported: "No hostages were found."

"There's an underground passage! There's an underground passage!! Our boss sent all the people and money to the underground passage. If anything went wrong, we would secretly move them!! But they didn't even have time to escape! You guys blew them up!!" the drug dealer cried out.

The narcotics bureau agent and the beggar gang disciple exchanged a glance, then immediately led him to the passageway and used a drone to start the game. They followed the stairs to the underground passage and found two women who were tied up and covered in dirt.

Without hesitation, the narcotics officer drew his gun and killed the drug dealer. His decisive and skillful act of betraying his accomplice left the Beggar Clan disciple stunned. He then took the lead and entered the underground passage.

Upon seeing the room filled with banknotes and cash, the detective couldn't help but exclaim in astonishment, "So much money?"

The Beggars' Sect disciples went over to help untie the women. The two women were terrified; the basement had almost collapsed after the bombardment.

After successfully rescuing the hostages, they immediately reported the news to the leader and Inspector Lei Luo.

"The drug traffickers have been eliminated, and we have successfully rescued the hostages."

"Well done!" After praising him, the Black Hawk helicopter landed on the road.

Zhang Ailun and Detective Raylor saw Mrs. Newman and Mayor Reagan's daughter, Debbie, emerge from the building. Detective Raylor quickly went over to inquire about the situation: "Excuse me, are you Mrs. Newman? I'm Detective Raylor from the DEA. Mayor Reagan has entrusted us to rescue you!"

"Thank you so much!" Mrs. Newman hugged the girl and couldn't help but cry.

Inspector Lei Luo comforted her and then instructed the narcotics officers to contact Tijuana immediately to report the situation and communicate via video call.

Tijuana Mayor Reagan breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing his wife and daughter safe and sound, exclaiming, "Thank you for your help, Inspector Reilly, for bringing my wife and daughter back to me safely. I knew the EDA could be trusted."

"This time, we were mainly grateful for the intelligence and firepower provided by Mr. Jin. If we had relied solely on our narcotics bureau agents and force, it probably wouldn't have been so easy to deal with these drug traffickers," Lei Luo said.

"Thank you, Mr. Kim! I believe we will have even closer ties and cooperation in the future. On behalf of the people of Tijuana, I thank you!" Mayor Reagan was also very grateful for the help from the leader.

Zhang Ailun looked at the middle-aged man in the video on his phone and smiled slightly: "This is what we should do."

Inspector Raylow then handed the phone to Mrs. Newman so the family could talk amongst themselves. A DEA agent also came over to inform them of their findings.

The group arrived at the central warehouse. Looking at the banknotes already being moved out, Detective Lei Luo exclaimed, "There's so much counterfeit money here! Those drug dealers are truly despicable!"

"..." Zhang Ailun was stunned for a moment, looking at his indignant emotions, which seemed so real.

He nodded with a strange expression. "That's right. They not only trafficked drugs, but they also printed tens of millions of dollars in counterfeit money. It's utterly heinous! Inspector Lei Luo, what do you think should be done with this counterfeit money?"

"I think we should burn them to prevent these counterfeit bills from entering the market, causing inflation, and harming residents," Detective Lei Luo said righteously.

"Okay." Zhang Ailun nodded.

Actually, I could tell from your name from the very beginning that you were a good official!

"There's a total of $1246 million in counterfeit money here. I think we should each take half and burn it all. We absolutely can't let it leave this house and endanger the interests of the public," Detective Lei Luo suggested after having the narcotics officers check and count the amount.

"I don't think there's any problem." Zhang Ailun had no objection to this and immediately called over the Beggars' Sect disciples to divide the spoils, with everyone getting a share.

The agents grabbed a handful and stuffed them into their pockets. "I'm going to burn it when I get back!!"

"That's right, it must be burned." The Beggar Clan disciple also grabbed a handful and stuffed them into his pocket with a smile.

Each person was responsible for burning tens of thousands of dollars, and 246 million dollars was distributed among them. The remaining ten million dollars in counterfeit bills were split equally between the leader and Inspector Lei Luo.

Zhang Ailun also had Sieg put the money in a handbag, put it in the car, and take it back to burn.

Then they had the Beggars' Sect disciples find an oil tank, throw it into the empty factory, and set it on fire.

After a thorough search, the detectives found the one-eyed man's body in the ruins. It was covered in bruises and dismembered pieces, and could not be pieced together properly, but it was still vaguely recognizable as his own body.

"That guy died too easily, it was too good for him," the agents sighed.

"Notify the local police officers and inform them that we have successfully completed our operation to combat drug traffickers here, and that they need to send people over to clean up the scene," Inspector Lei Luo instructed.

The detective immediately took the order and dialed 911 to notify the local police.

Lei Luo took out a form from his pocket, filled it out, signed it, and handed it to the leader. "Mr. Jin, this is a document issued by our Narcotics Bureau. You can compile the statistics on the weapons consumed tonight and fill them in on the report. With this document, you can apply for reimbursement from the relevant departments of the municipal government! The mayor will definitely provide compensation."

Zhang Ailun took the form and consulted with a Beggars' Sect disciple about the firepower consumption. Actually, not many bullets were used, and the drones weren't worth much, but who would pass up an opportunity to make a quick buck?

With a stroke of his pen, he wrote down $100 million in military supplies costs, which the government would need to reimburse.

Inspector Lei Luo glanced at it and sighed, "I didn't expect Mr. Jin to be such a kind person."

"...?"

No, from what you're saying, I guess I filled in too little?

Zhang Ailun was speechless, but he didn't argue with them. He simply took out a phone book and handed it to Detective Lei Luo. "These are the contact details for some Mexican drug dealers. They are probably organizations that specialize in selling high-purity drugs to wealthy people. They are suppliers. I think you should know how to do it."

Detective Lei Luo was somewhat surprised, and he put the item away, assuring her, "We will definitely find a way to clean it up!"

After tidying up the scene, local police officers arrived shortly afterward in several Ford 150s with horns blaring. They pulled up to the side of the road, and the officers immediately got out of their vehicles.

The person in charge, who was 1.8 meters tall and weighed 280 pounds, came running over, panting.

"Hello, Inspector Lei Luo, I am Lei Sen, the deputy chief of the Atlanta County Police Department." The fat man walked over and greeted him.

"It's so late at night, and you still have to come over. You must be exhausted." Detective Lei Luo gave him a meaningful look at his height and weight.

"Not at all, we really didn't expect there to be drug dealers here! Otherwise, we would have reported it to the FBI and your DEA immediately," Deputy Director Rayson said earnestly.

"I believe you. You can discuss anything else with the auditors. After all, our Narcotics Bureau isn't responsible for counter-terrorism or investigating corruption. We've already taken care of the drug dealers, and I will report what happened here to my superiors. The media will also expose it. All you need to do is cooperate in the cleanup and protect the scene," Detective Lei Luo said.

As a detective in the anti-narcotics bureau, he had long seen through the coldness of the workplace and human relationships. Everyone was just a worker, not someone from the same system, and asking them for favors was harder than eating shit.

There's no such thing as mutual help; everyone's interests are different, so how could other departments genuinely help you? Helping you means taking on risks.

They're quite adept at stealing credit and framing their rivals! After all, it's better to sacrifice a friend than oneself.

Unless you have leverage over the other party and have already resolved the matter, it's good enough if you let them know in advance so they don't interfere or cause trouble!

"We will definitely cooperate with you," Leisen said honestly.

Inspector Lei Luo was too lazy to argue with him and didn't expose the possibility that he might have accepted bribes. After all, he himself wasn't exactly clean either, having just burned five million counterfeit bills.

Zhang Ailun watched with great interest as they subtly exchanged blows, putting on airs. After settling everything on site, he greeted Detective Lei Luo and led his men onto the Black Hawk helicopter.

Inspector Lei Luo's attitude made a complete 180-degree turn, and he personally saw him off with great enthusiasm.

After leaving the scene aboard a Black Hawk helicopter, the Grand Master directly ordered Boketu to go to Los Angeles, while the other Beggars' Sect disciples drove back to the capital, choosing to hold a banquet in the Kiliyad Mountains.

I got back to Los Angeles at 2 a.m.

The Black Hawk landed on the helipad of the Newport Villa. During the landing, Zhang Ailun received another thank you from Tijuana, as well as a letter of intent to place an order.

The contract stated that Tijuana's arms procurement department would prioritize importing arms and supplies from the Thunderbolt Nation. Zhang Ailun considered it and felt that this was a beneficial and harmless move, demonstrating Tijuana's friendly attitude, so he signed the contract with them.

He deposited the five million in cash in the villa's safe, said goodbye to Sig and Bocktu and told them to arrange their own private time for the rest of the night, then turned around and went upstairs to wash up and go to bed.