America: Starting with Daily Intelligence

Chapter 338 The Grand Master is Wise and Powerful

An hour later.

The littoral combat ship returned to Jehovah Island with its spoils.

Zhang Ailun had already notified the security team and Beggars' Sect members remaining on the island, and they quickly gathered at the southern port to provide support. From afar, they could see the victorious fleet, along with a cargo ship and three supply ships following behind, all orderly anchored in the southern harbor area.

The war criminals landed on the island, dejected and with complicated expressions. Not long ago, this was the place they had dreamed of, hoping to carry out their audacious plan to get rich overnight. Now, they had finally realized their dream of landing on the island! Only as prisoners and laborers.

The leader of the expedition boarded a speedboat and approached the port, leading his men ashore on the island. He also had mercenaries work with the soldiers on the warships to escort all the war criminals to the island, providing them with clothes and accommodation.

"Boss, the one thing we have plenty of on our island is rooms. When Prien was still here, he built a row of houses on the west side, which was used for guests to play games like choosing concubines. The rooms were small and very private, but they were all equipped with air conditioning, fans, windows, and beds. Later, some guests got too carried away and accidentally caused a death. Prien felt that the area was a bit unlucky, so he invited a priest to come and exorcise the evil spirits. Now those houses have been vacant and abandoned for a long time, so it's perfect for them to live in," White Wolf suggested.

"Then let's arrange for them to go there." Zhang Ailun nodded in agreement.

"Alright." White Wolf immediately accepted the order and called over his deputy, Black Panther, to handle the matter.

Black Panther paused for a moment, thinking that the houses over there hadn't been lived in for several years, and the interiors were covered in cobwebs and were almost rotten.

A lot of the island's garbage is piled up there, and it's cleaned up at fixed times. Sometimes, the patrol officers also need to relieve themselves there; it's almost like a toilet. Is it even possible for people to live there?

But considering that these people were not good people, he had nothing to say about it.

With one mouth from above and legs exhausted below, he gladly accepted the order and led his men over.

He cursed the damn White Wolf in his mind.

Dozens of people were put into vehicles and driven to the concentration camp. During the journey, many women pleaded and begged to be moved to a different place and to be separated from the men.

Black Panther wasn't one to be ruthless, and immediately asked, "Have you had your piercings done?"

The women commented, "It's painful. We're often at sea, sometimes not going ashore for ten days or half a month. We're very particular about personal hygiene and take this issue very seriously. It's a pity Mr. Jin doesn't think much of us; he only wants us to do manual labor."

I don't know what they were thinking. They have such big butts, such good figures, and they're not ugly either.

"That's right, our boss has very high standards."

Black Panther's eyes darted around, and he picked out a few attractive women from the crowd, saying, "I can arrange separate rooms for you, and I will also send a few more people to stand guard here at night. But you'd better not get any funny ideas. I can only arrange some light work for you as long as it doesn't violate the island owner's rules."

"Thank you." The women agreed without hesitation, understanding what the other party was thinking.

It's just a matter of mutual benefit. The other party seems to be a leader, and besides, they don't lose out by doing this.

Black Panther was satisfied, but on the surface he remained as serious as possible. "Let's drive."

The driver was used to this and focused on driving. After arriving at the destination and settling everyone in, he turned around and reported what had happened to White Wolf.

"That damn Black Panther, he's abusing his power for personal gain!! Don't think I don't know what he's been doing behind my back! Those waitresses who just arrived yesterday, he's already flirting with them today!" White Wolf cursed, "I haven't even had a bite of meat yet, and the Grand Master hasn't even spoken."

You little brat! No wonder you've been a mercenary for over twenty years and are still only a second-in-command! Can't you learn more from me?

Without hesitation, White Wolf chose to inform the Grand Master of this matter, betraying his good brother Black Panther.

I thought the Grand Master would be furious and fire me, but to my surprise, the Grand Master is magnanimous and doesn't care about this matter at all.

He simply waved his hand and said, "What's wrong with a man sleeping with a few women? Love between men and women is only natural. I'm not an emperor in feudal society, and you're not eunuchs. As long as you don't forget your duties and don't slack off during work hours, it's fine. I can't interfere with your private affairs."

"If he's so capable, he should sleep with all the waitresses on the island. Then I might respect him more."

Except for Gwen.

If you want to be like-minded with the Grand Master, the next day he'll chop you up and throw you into the sea to feed the sharks.

White Wolf greatly admired the Grand Master and exclaimed, "Boss, you are truly brilliant and capable! May I also apply to take charge of this matter?"

Zhang Ailun looked at him with a forced smile, "I think you're asking for a beating."

"Are the mines deployed yet?" he asked irritably.

"There are still some that haven't been installed yet," White Wolf said, forcing a smile. "There are too many, and too many places to put them."

"Then what are you still doing here? Get back to work! Do I have to tell you what to do? I pay you $50 an hour so you can chat with me? It's not time to leave work yet!"

Zhang Ailun grumbled, "Also, get me a patrol report done as soon as possible. Those three supply ships are now your responsibility. I need you to ensure absolute security around Jehovah Island! I won't go into what happened before, but from now on, strengthen security measures. Don't let a single fly in!"

You chat and laugh with the leader after get off work, and the leader doesn't criticize you; he might even exchange a few witty remarks with you.

But if you're taking the leader's money during work hours while slacking off and chatting with him, it's no wonder the leader will treat you badly!

Which boss could tolerate an employee like that?

"Boss, our security team only has about thirty people right now. We don't have enough manpower," White Wolf said, feeling aggrieved.

There were only a few of them, and they had to plant mines, house prisoners, and stand guard. Jehovah's Island is so big; they used up several tanks of fuel a day, almost wearing out their tires. Even the donkeys in the production team wouldn't dare to do that!

"Then recruit some more people. You've been in the mercenary circle for so many years, you should know quite a few people who need work, right? Jehovah Island's salary standards aren't low, there are plenty of people willing to come and work. If we can't recruit any more, it's okay, I'll arrange for some people to come, you can just give up your position as security captain. Of course, you won't be shortchanged on your salary." Zhang Ailun said irritably.

"Boss! Don't be angry! I'll definitely recruit some elite personnel for you as soon as possible." Seeing that his position as the head of security was in jeopardy, White Wolf quickly made a guarantee.

"Then get to work. Qibatu and Mark are just sitting around doing nothing anyway. If you're really overwhelmed, you can ask them to lend a hand," Zhang Ailun said.

"Alright..." White Wolf hurriedly led his men away from the leader's sight.

White Wolf was suffering inwardly. The Grand Master spoke so casually, saying that he, as the security captain, could order the people on the island around whenever they needed to, but Qibatu's side consisted entirely of technicians, hot-tempered sheet metal workers, and veterans of the Beggars' Sect. How could he possibly command them?

After much deliberation, the only solution is to recruit some staff as soon as possible. The island's permanent population will need to be at least three hundred, with one-third of them required for security work to keep things manageable.

After all, Jehovah's Island is really too big.

The war criminals and security teams had been assigned tasks, but the cargo ships and the Gulf Cartel drug traffickers remained unresolved. A Beggar Clan member approached and asked, "Boss, where are these drug traffickers being housed? Are they also spending the night on the island?"

"No need. Let them stay on the ship. Someone will come to pick them up later," Zhang Ailun said, then asked, "What cargo ship? Isn't that the ship we use to transport food and seafood from the West Coast?"

The Beggars' Sect disciple was stunned for a moment upon hearing this, then immediately slapped his forehead. "Oh dear, I was confused. Boss, I almost forgot, that's our boat."

"You're a promising young man." Zhang Ailun nodded with satisfaction, then said, "Go find Gwen and tell her to have John make some snacks and pastries, cut some fruit, and brew a pot of tea to bring over."

"Alright." Upon hearing this, the Beggar Clan disciple immediately turned around and went to carry out his duties.

Zhang Ailun pulled out a chair, leaned back, crossed his legs, and admired the scenery along the coast.

Soon, the Beggars' Sect disciples drove over and delivered the pastries. The sect leader sipped tea and ate nuts and pastries, enjoying a very comfortable life.

Not long after, a naval officer who had stayed on the cargo ship ran over to report to the commander-in-chief: "Commander, the accountant from the Gulf Group said that their boss wants to speak with you."

"I won't listen," Zhang Ailun said calmly.

"Okay." The soldier immediately ran back.

A short while later, the soldier ran over again and said, "Commander, their boss said they can forgo the goods and consider them a gift to you. If you like them, they can send another batch of high-quality goods next time. But these prisoners must be handed over to them. They cannot be handed over to DEA agents or U.S. government officials."

"Who does he think he is? Trying to bargain with me? Are they afraid the DEA will trace them and cause trouble? Or are they worried the CIA will hold them accountable later?"

Upon hearing this unreasonable demand, the chief commander was immediately displeased. "Tell him, the ship is mine, the cargo is mine, and the people are mine."

"Okay." The navy officer ran back without looking back and returned a minute later.

"What did they say this time? What was their attitude like?" Zhang Ailun asked.

"Their attitude was quite mild. They just said that we had offended the Gulf Group by doing this, and that they had to admit defeat. But they have 100,000 troops in Mexico, so we'll see what happens next," the naval soldier said with a strange expression.

Zhang Ailun fell into deep thought, ate a few nuts, and clapped his hands.

"Let's cut the wire."

I can't understand what the other side has to be so arrogant about. Let the Grand Master wait and see.

You have 100,000 men, enough to crush the Mexican army and beat them to a pulp, so what?

I'm not going to Mexico.

But if you want to make money, you have to go through my territory. You are the Gulf Group, not the Sinaloa Group. You can only travel by sea.

Threaten me? A hundred thousand troops falling into the water like dumplings? Coming to fight me hand-to-hand at sea? Driving patrol boats that even the Mexican Navy wouldn't deign to look at?

Okay! Come on!

You give me ten, I'll eat ten.

You bring a thousand, I'll eat a thousand.

Dealing with them doesn't require the Grand Master's intervention at all; the Narcotics Control Bureau isn't just sitting idly by.

The head of the organization has now handed the problem over to the DEA. They will definitely seize the opportunity and publicize it extensively in the media. The Gulf Cartel has seriously endangered the safety and livelihood of local residents on the West Coast, and even the CIA won't be able to do anything about it.

Let's see if the Gulf Group can get through this current hurdle first.

A little while later, the Grand Master received a message from the control tower and Detective Raylow.

The control tower informed him that a small passenger plane was about to arrive over Jehovah Island and requested that the airport runway be cleared.

Zhang Ailun took out his phone and glanced at the message.

Inspector Lei Luo: I've already brought my men over. We're about to head to your private island.

Zhang Ailun: I'll bring the people and the goods over to you right now.

After putting away his phone, Zhang Ailun notified the soldiers remaining on the cargo ship to escort the gunmen and accountant off the ship and head towards the airport. The soldiers, working with the Beggars' Sect disciples, dragged all the drug dealers off the cargo ship, pinned them to vehicles, and loaded the drugs onto trucks for transport to the western airport.

The leader himself followed closely behind in a car.

Upon arriving at the airport, I saw a passenger plane descend from the sky and land safely on the runway.

The prisoners of war were filled with fear and unease.

The cabin door opened, and a team of well-equipped agents immediately ran out, with Inspector Lei Luo following closely behind, looking very confident.

Upon seeing the drug dealers huddled on the ground with their heads in their hands and the truckload of goods, he was overjoyed. He hurried over to shake hands with the leader and greet him, "Mr. Jin, it's only been two days, and you've given me such a wonderful surprise! I really don't know how to thank you enough!"

"Don't say that. Everyone has a responsibility to fight drug dealers. It's just that they were unlucky to run into me." Zhang Ailun smiled.

Seeing several more high-ranking officials disembark from the plane and approach, the Grand Master asked with some surprise, "Who are these people?"

"Let me introduce you. These are the Operations Director, Chief Inspector, and three Assistant Supervisors from our Narcotics Bureau's Los Angeles office." Detective Lei Luo quickly introduced several high-ranking officials to the Chief.

He added, "This incident has caused quite a stir within our organization. We've long harbored resentment towards the Gulf Cartel and the Sinaloa Cartel, but without some specific reason, we haven't been able to find an opportunity to take action against them. Now, things have taken perfect shape! You've delivered such a huge gift to us! We can use this as an excuse to criticize the Mexican government and crack down on those drug traffickers! Other departments are incredibly envious when they hear that we've achieved tens of millions of dollars in success and arrested dozens of drug dealers!"

Inspector Lei Luo's eyebrows danced with excitement.

God knows how miserable life is for the Los Angeles Drug Enforcement Bureau. At every federal meeting, the Los Angeles director sits in the corner, with no presence whatsoever. Even the media has never actively reported on the existence of their department in Los Angeles. In Los Angeles, even 18th-tier porn stars attract more attention than them.

How long has it been since the office walls were painted? They're almost fading!

Why? It's because we didn't have any sales targets; the CIA and FBI bastards stole them all, and they dominated us in Los Angeles.

Everyone has the power to enforce the law, so why is the international reputation of my EDA so low?

The offices in other states are all at odds with the CIA; the FBI and the Bureau of Investigation are no match for them! Just go and deal with your gangs and espionage work; don't get involved in drugs!

With such a vast area south of Chicago and such vast fields in the Middle East, isn't that enough for you to feast on? This time, they've finally gotten their revenge.

Upon hearing this, the Grand Master shook hands with several senior officers from the Narcotics Control Bureau and greeted them warmly.

What he cared about was that with so many people involved in this matter, and Inspector Lei Luo's position no longer being the highest, how was he supposed to collect the bonuses?

Ask whatever you want.

After greeting the senior staff and supervisors, the head of the organization pulled Detective Lei Luo aside and subtly inquired about the situation.