America: Starting with Daily Intelligence

Chapter 324 Not leaving? Then don't leave!

After tasting the dishes prepared by Chef John, Zhang Ailun praised his culinary skills without reservation, since one can't criticize a chef right after eating a full meal.

Gwen was very satisfied with the Grand Master's feedback. After cleaning up the dishes, she happily went to inform the other party of the news.

After resting in the villa for a while, Madison sent a message. Zhang Ailun opened it and saw that it was to discuss when to leave for Las Vegas to attend a banquet.

Zhang Ailun: I'm still on Jehovah Island. I just finished dealing with some awful things. You can't imagine what I went through, but it should be good news for you. During the time Prien owned the island, there were at least sixty listening devices throughout the island, even in the rooms of the mansions and villas.

Madison: Really? That's great news! Hahaha, this guy deserved to fall. He didn't care about personal privacy or information security at all. Even if we hadn't taken action against him, he would have gotten himself into trouble sooner or later because of privacy leaks. With so many scandals involved, he would have been doomed! We've done a good deed by helping him step down early and saving his life.

Zhang Ailun: The banquet in Las Vegas doesn't start until the evening, so there's no need to rush over. You can fly here first to visit me and have a cup of tea. I guess you haven't been to Jehovah Island before, have you?

Madison: Why don't you rename it Hamburg Island? Actually, this isn't my first time visiting Jehovah Island, but that was many years ago, back in the 1990s.

Zhang Ailun: The name has no meaning. Perhaps it can remind me of the lessons learned from the losers?

Madison: You're right! Yesterday I had someone paint an oil painting of Priyan and framed it in my private museum. I was worried about what to name it, whether to call it "The Cage" or "The Sleeping Man". But now, you've given me an idea, how about calling it "Quiet Jehovah"?

Zhang Ailun: ...

That old man has a knack for insulting people.

You've already done so much to them, and you still won't let it go.

It's so quiet, how could it not be quiet? They're all practically in a vegetative state.

If he suddenly becomes restless one day, you'll definitely have trouble sleeping again.

They chatted for a few more minutes and agreed that the old man would fly his private plane to the island as a guest, and that he would also be given a tour of his warship.

Madison readily accepted and agreed.

After resting for a while and closing his eyes to relax, the leader received another alert from the security team in the harbor area. The landline on the table and the walkie-talkie next to it rang at the same time.

Zhang Ailun picked up the wired microphone, which had a distinctly vintage feel, from the table and asked, "What is it?"

He didn't know why Jehovah would use such an old relic; perhaps it's just that people become nostalgic as they get older.

"Boss, a merchant ship from Venezuela has approached the island's bay. They say they're running low on supplies and want to stay here overnight to resupply food and fuel. They'll pay you in return," the mercenary said.

Zhang Ailun perked up and asked, "How many of them are there in total? Are they carrying any weapons?"

"There were 37 people on their boat, including elderly people, women, and children. They were only carrying permitted small-caliber weapons, posing no threat to us," the mercenary said.

"Is this the style of Venezuelan merchant ships? What kind of merchant ships would carry the elderly and children? What kind of maritime business do they do? Human trafficking?" Zhang Ailun sneered.

"It's a smuggling business, boss."

The mercenary reminded him, "Countless black ships pass through our area, and our island is the only one nearby that can serve as a transit point. They inevitably have to deal with us. In the past, Prian would tacitly allow such ships to stay overnight in the harbor area and collect a hefty 'passing fee' in the process. As a result, he got to know many people involved in the gray industry."

"We've also checked. Their main business is maritime trade, and their side business is helping people transport goods to the West Coast. The goods they sell are a variety of items, including knitwear from small workshops, sugarcane, tea, bananas, cocoa, apples, and so on."

"I'm not Jehovah, and I don't like making friends with shady people. If they're willing to pay that 'toll,' I'm certainly willing to accept it, but I can't guarantee their safety after they set sail. Prien knows so many people, but in the end, no one could help him, right? In the end, they even kicked him when he was down and abandoned him, afraid of getting involved with him."

Zhang Ailun pondered for a moment and realized that he had underestimated Jehovah Island's geographical advantages and the legitimacy of American equipment in fringe politics!

He has warships. He has men, guns, cannons, air superiority, and territorial waters rights. What does he have to fear?

What we should be afraid of are those who engage in shady businesses, smuggling, and drug trafficking by sea!

If your fists aren't strong enough, it's like someone squatting in the toilet without doing their business; everyone who sees it will want to step on it, and they'll face endless harassment from flies.

If your fists are strong enough, you're an emperor sitting on a golden toilet! Everyone who comes here has to pay their respects first.

If you don't pay the toll, do you not want your goods anymore?

Do you even want to continue using this route? If you're so capable, go ahead and use air freight! Don't ever go by sea!

I kindly helped you replenish your supplies, and instead of being grateful, you accused me of extortion and robbery?

How daring!

You'd better think this through before you speak!

It turns out the leader misunderstood them; what a wonderful Venezuelan merchant ship that delivered goods right to their doorstep!

He asked, "Didn't they see our warships?"

"Our littoral combat ship in South Harbor has already set sail. Captain Spike told Lieutenant Chibatu that he wanted to take some men to familiarize themselves with the operation of the warship in the nearby waters. Their merchant ships also landed in South Harbor. They probably haven't met the destroyers in North Harbor yet, after all, our island is quite large," the mercenary said.

Isn't it a coincidence that he managed to catch up with that time difference?

If they had arrived a few minutes earlier and seen the warships in Nangang, they certainly wouldn't have dared to linger here.

The leader of the ship knew perfectly well what the Venezuelan merchant ship was up to. Wasn't it just that it had ill intentions and was trying to land on the island to install listening devices?

However, the leader was somewhat surprised that the other party had brought a woman and a child with him when he went out, in an attempt to deceive them.

If the leader hadn't already seen through their tricks, most people would have let their guard down.

If it were Prian, he might not be interested in the women and children, but he would definitely want to try out the men; Jehovah Island would need a few more listening devices.

Zhang Ailun directly replied to the security team, instructing them to convey to the other party that "the boat can dock in the harbor, but people cannot go ashore."

The mercenary relayed the leader's message and quickly returned with another message: "Boss, they said they'll abide by the island's rules. Men are allowed to stay on the ship, but are women permitted to come ashore?"

"Are those women pretty?"

Zhang Ailun asked.

The mercenary hesitated for a moment, not quite understanding what the leader meant. Could it be that the new waitress on our island doesn't suit your taste?

Holding the walkie-talkie, he glanced at the women on the small ship in the harbor bay and honestly replied, "Boss, they're quite good-looking."

"Since you know they're good-looking, you should understand even more clearly that some people have malicious intentions, and letting them onto the island will only bring unnecessary trouble!"

Zhang Ailun immediately reprimanded him, "Do you think I care whether they're really pretty or not? If they weren't pretty, I might consider letting them come to the island. Since they're so pretty, what's the point of them coming? To get you drunk? To dance with you at the campfire party? Or to exchange fluids? To whisper sweet nothings in your ear?"

"Make them stay on the ship obediently, and if they need anything, they can exchange money for supplies!"

"Understood!" The mercenary was so annoyed by the rebuke that he realized the leader's dissatisfaction and immediately and decisively rejected the request.

The Venezuelan merchant ship manager was also somewhat surprised. He hadn't expected that their tried-and-true method would run into trouble here. It seemed that the new island owner was a clever man who was not to be trifled with.

They immediately slunk back to the cabin with their men, contacted the other side, and had a secret exchange. In the end, they decided to try again.

The person in charge arrived at the shore in a small boat, and with a humble and obsequious smile, handed over a pack of cigarettes.

The mercenaries on guard were getting annoyed and said irritably, "Can't you behave yourselves? Didn't you hear what we said? Get back on your ship! Don't think that just because we're legal mercenaries, you can keep challenging our authority! This is a private island!!"

"We can offer double the price. Could you arrange for the elderly and children to come to the island?" The person in charge took out the money.

What are you doing? Bribing us?

I'm telling you! It doesn't work!

There are cameras all around. If I dare to reach out today, I'll be packing my bags and kicking myself off the island tonight.

"What are you trying to do on our island? You're probably up to no good," the mercenary said coldly. "Get lost!!"

The people next to them also pulled out guns, chambered bullets with two quick clicks, and pointed their guns at them, ready to make them bleed!

Seeing the tense situation, the Beggars' Sect disciples nearby immediately tried to break up the fight.

Stop! Stop! Don't kill people here. There are dozens of people on this boat, and so many innocent bystanders are watching.

Seriously, stop firing! You can't sink this merchant ship with those crappy M4s! You need rocket launchers!!

The Beggars' Sect disciples immediately informed their leader.

The Grand Master received the news and was astonished by their shamelessness.

This is the first time I've ever seen someone come to my door begging to die.

"Since they won't give up, let's invite them to the island. Once they're here, send men to board the ship and seize it! Don't let a single person escape!! Don't lose a single piece of cargo!" Zhang Ailun emphasized.

You choose not to take the path to heaven, but choose to walk into hell when there is no way out.

You're not leaving, are you?

Then just don't leave!

"Understood." After receiving the message, the Beggars' Sect disciple immediately notified the mercenaries at the port and relayed the message to them.

The security personnel were somewhat surprised to hear the leader's order. After confirming it was correct several times, they had no choice but to put away their guns and let the people in.

The merchant ship's manager was all smiles, and happily boarded a small boat to return. He then called the crew on the cargo ship, and they all boarded in inflatable boats and small boats to land on the shore.

The security team was also confused by the leader's constantly changing orders. Weren't they supposed to be preventing people from coming? Why are they suddenly letting them in?

The Beggars' Sect disciples pulled them aside and informed them of another order from the sect leader. The group then realized what was happening and immediately began to cooperate.

He took out his walkie-talkie and called the nearest checkpoint sentry over, and also ordered the military pickup truck with a 7.62mm machine gun mounted on it to come over.

Once all the crew members of the Venezuelan merchant ship had disembarked, they expressed their gratitude to the Beggars' Sect disciples, unaware that real danger was already approaching them.

The person in charge glanced back casually and saw several mercenaries carrying guns approaching the merchant ship in a small boat. They boarded the ship and announced that the supplies had changed hands.

The person in charge was immediately bewildered. "Wait, what are you doing on board? Haven't we already checked everything?"

Rat-a-tat-tat!!!

Gunshots suddenly rang out nearby, startling everyone present.

Turning around, they saw several mercenaries speeding towards them in a pickup truck. The people in the truck were also firing their weapons into the air. They slammed on the brakes and stopped on the side of the road. After getting out of the truck, they surrounded the dozens of people present with guns, directly intimidating them with force.

"Put down your weapons!!"

The Beggars' Sect disciple was also stunned. They arrived so quickly? He had only just notified the people at the checkpoint...

Upon closer inspection, oh, it turned out to be people from the signal tower and the server room.

The people on the merchant ship looked at each other, and faced with the threat of the mercenaries' heavy firepower, they finally obediently handed over their pistols.

"What are you doing? We just wanted to resupply here, that's all! What you're doing is unreasonable! This is illegal!!" The person in charge came to his senses, looking tense and sweating profusely.

"It's laughable that smugglers accuse others of breaking the law. We're mercenaries, we're paid to do things, we don't care about breaking the law!"

The mercenary sneered, "You can call me Black Panther. I'm the deputy captain of the security team on Jehovah Island. You can tell me what you want directly! Tell me yourself, are you here to plant spy equipment or to resupply?"

"Speak!!" He pointed the gun directly at his head, looking like a vicious demon.

The person in charge finally couldn't hold back any longer and hurriedly admitted, "We are indeed in the smuggling business. We want to cooperate with you to facilitate frequent dealings in the future."

"You son of a bitch, still not telling the truth?! You probably didn't expect we'd already replaced our equipment, did you? The moment you bastards got ashore, the computers in my cell tower's control room were practically exploding!!"

Black Panther pulled an iPad from his pocket and shoved it menacingly in his face, demanding, "What is this? It's all signals from the opposite sex on your bodies!! What is this if not a listening device? Your kidney stones?"

The person in charge was completely blank.

They stared in disbelief at the red exclamation marks displayed above them, a dozen or so clustered together, clearly on their own bodies.

"W-w-who put the listening device on us?" The person in charge stammered, at a loss for words.

"You're admitting now that it's your listening device!!" Black Panther roared.

"Fxxk you! You all deserve to die!!" Black Panther was filled with murderous intent, wishing he could just pick up his gun and shoot them all.

I was just made to run all over the island today, and my legs are about to give way.

That's a whopping 32 mu of land!

Dozens of people drove over mountains and valleys, from east to west and from south to north. The boss just had to talk, and the underlings were running themselves ragged. The tires of the military vehicles were practically smoking from all the running!

I finally managed to remove all the listening devices and could breathe a sigh of relief. And here you go again?

good good!

I'll beat you until you pee blood today! That white wolf son is yours to bear!!