America: Starting with Daily Intelligence

Chapter 336 Who am I? One Piece!

"Reporting to the commander, one of the enemy's supply ships is trying to escape, while the other two have stopped. It seems there's been some infighting." On the littoral combat ship, the sergeant major observed the situation through binoculars and reported to the commander in real time.

Zhang Ailun observed the situation for a moment, then picked up the walkie-talkie and issued orders to the Black Hawk helicopter: "Pursue the supply ship that is trying to escape. Send speedboats from the other two supply ships to close in and surround it. Make them surrender quickly and not put up any futile resistance."

"Understood." The soldier piloting the Black Hawk helicopter responded, then steered the Black Hawk closer.

The Beggars' Sect disciples in the cabin also pulled out the machine guns from the helicopter, loaded them with bullets, aimed at the sea level, and were ready to fire at any time.

The surrender and resistance factions on the two supply ships were still arguing and even about to fight when they suddenly heard a buzzing sound. Everyone looked up at the Black Hawk attack helicopters flying overhead and quickly calmed down.

"I think it's better to surrender."

"I don't want to die!!"

Watching the black hawk fly overhead and several speedboats crash into the water like dumplings being dropped into a pot, rapidly approaching their supply ship, the group simply decided to give up the fight.

They can't run away, and they can't fight back. What can they do besides give up? Those who try to escape will definitely not have a good ending!

Another group was speeding across the sea, trying to shake off their teammates' supply ship; the engines in the engine room were practically smoking.

The group was utterly shocked as they stared at the Black Hawk helicopter. "They've deployed Black Hawk helicopters!!"

"So what?"

The captain, without changing his expression, immediately issued orders: "Speed ​​up! Speed ​​up!! Shake off that attack helicopter! Everyone else, grab your weapons and head to deck to engage it. Shoot it down!"

"There's no air resistance in the air, and their maneuverability is so high, how could we possibly shake them off?" a team member complained. "The engines of our supply ship are practically smoking! There's no way we can outrun a helicopter."

"What should we do then? Quickly send men to the deck to fight back!!" the captain ordered again.

The gunmen pulled out rifles from the armory, found cover, and those with nowhere to hide used layers of metal plates to shield themselves. The Black Hawk pilot, seeing the supply ship showing no signs of slowing down and its crew already prepared for battle, reported this to the commander-in-chief.

"Attack directly!!" Zhang Ailun ordered.

"clear."

Upon receiving the order to fire, the Black Hawk pilot accelerated again, and the helicopter roared forward. Inside the cabin, the Beggar Clan disciples pulled out their safety pins and opened fire in rapid succession.

Several machine guns spat out fire, a hail of bullets streaking across the sky and landing on the deck of the supply ship, piercing through the metal sheeting and the buildings.

The gunmen on the ship were just about to take aim when they saw black hawks swarm overhead, bullets raining down. The next second, they were buried under a hail of bullets, blood gushing out as they fell to the ground.

Patches of blue and purple, patches here and there.

Those nearby were horrified to see their teammate, who had been perfectly fine just moments before, suddenly riddled with bullets. Without looking back, they rushed into the cabin, scrambling for cover like quails in a corner, yelling, "Armed helicopters are attacking us!!"

"Counterattack!! Counterattack!!" the captain roared.

But the rest of the supply ship understood that not fighting back might mean death, while fighting back would only hasten their demise.

One group of people gritted their teeth and ran out, standing in twos and threes, holding metal shields, while another person set up a rifle and fired at the Black Hawk helicopter in the sky, the bullets sweeping out in irregular trajectories visible to the naked eye.

But the Black Hawk helicopter was just too fast, reaching a maximum speed of 300 kilometers per hour in level flight, it almost flew right over our heads in a flash.

Gunmen would often concentrate their fire, firing upwards, but without hitting a single target, when the Black Hawk helicopter would turn around and swoop in, its machine guns on both sides unleashing a barrage of fire that instantly shattered their huddled formation!

The iron shield in his hand was riddled with holes and was basically useless.

It's not completely useless; at least it can block a few bullets, leaving you with a whole body instead of turning you into fragments in a single sweep.

Even if a 7.62 bullet occasionally hits, it only grazes the helicopter from that distance, creating sparks on the Black Hawk's metal body. At a height of hundreds of meters, the bullet has long lost its momentum.

The Black Hawk helicopters put immense pressure on the supply ship's crew, resulting in numerous deaths and injuries. Everyone chose to cower in the safer cabins and await their fate, and no matter how much the captain shouted, no one was willing to go out and risk their lives.

"We don't even have rocket launchers, how can we possibly shoot down an armed helicopter?" The team members were also dissatisfied and started fighting amongst themselves, ignoring the captain's orders.

"Since you want to die, why don't you be brave and go face-to-face with the Black Hawk helicopter!" the team member questioned.

The captain couldn't help but fly into a rage, "I've given you plenty of dividends every day. Have you forgotten all the money I've made with you before?"

"What's the use of money if the person is dead?" The others didn't want to pay any more attention to the captain.

"Perhaps we can jam the helicopter's radar. As long as we can get out of the waters where the warship is located and disorient it, they can't keep chasing us forever. What about hackers?" the pilot asked.

The gunman next to him, whose shoulder was wounded and pierced by a bullet, said irritably, "He was already dead when the Black Hawk helicopters came to attack."

"That's it." The driver sighed, resigned to his fate, "At least we're still safe in the cabin for now..."

Before the words were even finished, a loud bang resounded, and the entire supply ship shook violently. Everyone was startled. "What happened?"

"The cockpit is leaking!!" someone exclaimed.

"Shit!! The engine has malfunctioned! Put it out quickly!!"

"They used RPG rocket launchers!!!"

A group of people ran around, bumping into things in the cabin like headless flies.

Seawater seeped in rapidly through the wrecked hull, quickly reaching ankle-deep.

The Black Hawk helicopter hovered high in the sky, surveying the dire situation: the supply ship was engulfed in flames and billowing smoke. It watched helplessly as the ship sank, then reported the news to the commander-in-chief.

"Report: We successfully destroyed the enemy supply ship using RPG rockets. The crew is still inside and has not yet come out. The threat is over; they have no chance of survival."

Soon they noticed someone attempting to escape in a small boat. The Black Hawk pilot asked over the voice channel, "Several survivors have been spotted. Should we take them alive?"

"Leave no one alive."

Zhang Ailun gave the order and, through his binoculars, also spotted the supply ship billowing with thick smoke.

"Understood." The Black Hawk helicopter received the order and immediately swooped down again. The Beggar Clan disciples in the cabin pulled out machine guns, aimed them at the soaking wet enemy on the small boat, and began to spray bullets.

The small boat sank quickly, and oil and bright red stains spread across the sea surface. The supply ship also sank completely. From the start of the firefight to its end, it only took a few minutes, an almost one-sided and overwhelming situation.

Seeing that the Black Hawk helicopters had completed their mission, and that the other speedboats had surrounded the two supply ships and successfully boarded and taken control, Zhang Ailun ordered his men to approach.

The littoral combat ship slowed down and came to a stop next to the two supply ships, setting up its support beams. The people on board watched the behemoth up close, fearing that it might accidentally brush past them and crush their supply ship.

Zhang Ailun also led his men aboard the supply ship.

"Who's the leader here?" the Grand Master asked, looking around.

"Mr. Jin, he is our captain and the number one person in our team." As prisoners, it was time to show their loyalty, and a group of underlings betrayed their good boss.

The captains of the two supply ships turned pale and were dragged out of the crowd by force; they couldn't even pretend to be dead.

Looking at the soldiers and Beggar Clan members surrounding them with guns, they could only grit their teeth and say, "I am the boss."

"Are you trying to steal my money?" Zhang Ailun asked.

"We did have that idea, but you found out before we could put it into action." The captain hurriedly pleaded, "We're willing to surrender, please have mercy on us this once, just don't kill us, we'll do anything you ask. It was all orchestrated by the Acr organization, but they knew you were not someone to be trifled with, so they retreated long ago."

"Acr knows I'm not someone to mess with, but don't you know that? Even if I chopped you all up and fed you to the fish, they'd all go crazy after eating you," Zhang Ailun sneered. "I can spare your lives, but you'll have to pay to save them, and you'll have to stay on the island and do hard labor. You'll have to make up for all the bullets I wasted on you this time! Since you two are their leaders, let me ask you, how much wealth do you have to buy your own lives?"

"We're out of money. We've already spent it all. Last time we made a deal, and each of us only got a few hundred thousand dollars," the captain said, frustrated.

"Then what use are you to me? Is this ship yours?" Zhang Ailun asked again.

"It's not mine. It's his." The captain pointed to the driver in the crowd.

"You have no skills, no expertise, and all you can do is harm yourself and others, come up with terrible ideas. What else can you do? You're just wasting your life!"

Zhang Ailun scolded them irritably, immediately sentencing them to death in his mind.

Pointing to those well-built men, he instructed the Beggars' Sect disciples, "Take all these people to the island to move bricks and do construction. Send these few to the Kilimanjaro Mountains and hand them over to Dr. Jerry for research."

"Understood." The Beggar Clan disciple nodded in agreement and immediately went over to divide the people into two camps.

The gunman and the boatman who had been called out breathed a sigh of relief. The captain, on the other hand, turned pale, feeling that his life had become somewhat bleak, but at least he had escaped with his life.

Zhang Ailun didn't care what they thought. He had the cabin searched, and apart from daily necessities, canned food, and firearms, there was basically nothing else. He simply decided to head back.

"Get in your boat and follow us."

After Zhang Ailun finished speaking, he ordered the soldiers to collect their weapons and take up positions on the ship to keep watch. Then he led his men back to the littoral combat ship, preparing to return by the same route.

The Black Hawk helicopter also landed on the deck.

After half an hour.

Zhang Ailun glanced at the time and figured the Gulf Group's smuggling ship should be arriving soon. He immediately found the sergeant and instructed, "Keep a close eye on the radar. If any unknown signals or cargo ships approach the area, immediately move towards them."

"Understood." The sergeant nodded in agreement, and then began to mobilize the soldiers, steering the littoral combat ship to turn around and return to Jehovah Island.

This proactive attack resulted in the destruction of two supply ships, the capture of dozens of laborers, the seizure of three patrol boats converted into supply ships, and dozens of guns—a very fruitful outcome that greatly enhanced our prestige and can be considered a respectable victory.

The littoral combat ship led the way on the sea, followed closely by three supply ships, moving at a steady and orderly pace.

Zhang Ailun sat in the command room, made himself a cup of hot tea, and took out a maritime trade book seized from a supply ship to pass the time.

Half an hour later, the sergeant major detected the signal on radar and quickly reported to the chief commander, "Reporting, Commander! We've detected a cargo ship signal in Jehovah's waters. It looks like they're trying to pass directly through here."

"Send them a warning and ask them about their purpose and origins," Zhang Ailun instructed.

The sergeant major immediately did as instructed, and soon returned to report to his superior: "We sent them a message, but they did not respond."

"That means they're feeling guilty, so they'll just dock the boat right there!" Zhang Ailun smiled coldly and closed the book.

He declared righteously, "Their unknown cargo ship passed through our private waters without even greeting us or showing goodwill. They even tried to silently sail past us. This clearly shows they don't take us seriously at all! Who am I?"

"The master of Jehovah's Island?" the sergeant asked hesitantly.

"No, I am One Piece!!"

Zhang Ailun stated firmly, "Let's go!! Issue another warning to them!! Demand they stop for inspection! I suspect they have illegal items on board that could endanger the safety of my island."

Passing by the owner's house without paying a toll, who knows what you do for a living?

Don't you know this sea area is my territory?

"Understood..." The sergeant's expression was strange.

This practice of opening blind boxes for people on every passing ship is undoubtedly mad dog behavior. Who would dare to engage in smuggling trade on this route in the future?

Unfortunately, the other party had no reason to refuse. After all, Jehovah Island is bordered by the west coast to the east and Mexico to the south. If you want to travel from South America to America by sea without going through the Caribbean, this is the only way.

Opening your blind box is definitely a worthwhile experience!

The sergeant immediately went out to issue the latest instructions and sent another warning message to the cargo ship, relaying the chief's words verbatim.

You must dock at the shore, or you will be responsible for the consequences!

The littoral combat ship turned around and, with a large crew, headed straight for the cargo ship's signal.

Meanwhile, the Gulf Group's smuggling ship received two warning signals in a row. The driver, seeing that the radar was empty, gasped in shock, "It's haunted, really."

They quickly informed the person in charge of the Gulf Group about the situation.

"Boat dock? Are there any islands nearby?" the Gulf Group representative asked doubtfully. "I only remember Jehovah's Island in Prien. They shouldn't have any dealings with us."

"I heard that Prian's island has changed hands. I don't know who Prian offended, but now his family is ruined and he's dead," the accountant said.

"Ignore them." The person in charge scoffed. "Who are we?"

"Gulf Group?" the accountant asked hesitantly.

"No, besides the Mexican Navy, we're the biggest in Mexican waters!! What's there to be afraid of, just a billionaire? If he dares to mess with us, I'll chop him up and feed him to the fish!!"

The in charge, defiant and arrogant, declared, "Men, get the rocket launchers ready for them! I want to see what they can do to me! If they try to cause us trouble, just blow up their cruise ship!!"

"Yes!!" The group was filled with righteous indignation and rushed to prepare their weapons.