America: Starting with Daily Intelligence

Chapter 339 I still need to learn English.

"Detective, last time I cooperated with your operation to crack down on drug traffickers, but I only managed to get one million US dollars from the government. This time I'm sending you so many people and so much cargo, and I've used up so much manpower and resources. You can't expect me to suffer a loss, can you?" Zhang Ailun asked.

Detective Lei Luo, quick-witted as ever, replied, "Mr. Jin, isn't this a contribution to the people of the West Coast?"

"I'm not one of your Plain White Banner people," Zhang Ailun said irritably. "Are you just making empty promises to me?"

"You've narrowed your perspective. You absolutely can! Skin color doesn't mean anything. Only shallow people care about that. As long as you have a heart dedicated to charity, you'll find support wherever you go!"

After beating around the bush for a while, Inspector Lei Luo finally said, "Since this isn't a joint operation, we don't have a sufficient reason to fund your arms purchases. However, we do have a bonus. Once we've dealt with these people and all those South American imports, there will be a large bonus!"

Zhang Ailun looked at him meaningfully, "The bonus you're talking about, it's not just a few tens of thousands of dollars plus a shabby aluminum badge, is it? We're all smart people, so just tell me how much money you can give me."

"Fifty split. Half for you, half for us." Detective Lei Luo replied after thinking for a moment, "We will use scientific methods to 'destroy' these goods, without harming the natural environment and ensuring no trace is left! Whatever the price is, that's the price."

"That's a great detective from our Narcotics Bureau!" The leader beamed and immediately shook hands with Detective Lei Luo.

They didn't even bother to ask what scientific methods the other party used to destroy them. After all, the Grand Master was just a scavenger; what science could he possibly know? All he knew was fighting, killing, and dealing with interpersonal relationships.

Then they communicated with several senior officers of the Anti-Drug Bureau, exchanged contact information, and then had the agents escort the drug dealers onto the passenger plane one by one, and also unloaded the South American imports into the cabin one by one.

By the time everything was settled, it was getting late.

The leader of the narcotics bureau originally wanted to invite the staff to have dinner there, but they politely declined.

"Mr. Jin, let's let it go this time. There will definitely be opportunities in the future. We have official business to attend to right now and need to escort these drug dealers back to the designated agency for interrogation and record-keeping. It's not convenient for us to bother you any further," Detective Lei Luo said.

The Grand Master expressed his understanding, saying, "Have a safe journey, goodbye, Inspector Lei Luo."

"Mr. Kim. Goodbye." Detective Lei Luo nodded to the senior officers of the Drug Enforcement Bureau, then waved goodbye and turned to board the passenger plane.

The plane quickly started and turned around, speeding down the runway and soaring into the sky, leaving Jehovah Island.

Watching the plane depart, the Grand Master sighed, "Another good deed done! He's accumulated so much good karma in this life, he'll probably be ascending to heaven in broad daylight soon."

Boktu, standing nearby, was somewhat surprised. "Ascension? Going to heaven? Isn't that still death? There's no guarantee that there's a heaven after death."

Zhang Ailun gave him the middle finger and said irritably, "No one will think you're mute if you don't talk. If you have nothing better to do, go and fly the Black Hawk helicopter off the combat ship and take it to the hangar for maintenance."

"Okay." Boketu immediately shut up.

The leader turned and got into the car, and had the security team drive to the hangar to inspect the fighter jet assembly progress.

Wow, you wouldn't believe it until you see it! Dozens of people working with specialized equipment have already taken shape an F-16 in just half a day, with the engine already installed – it's one-third complete.

The remaining components, such as the internal wiring and radar, the cabin seats, and the wings and vertical stabilizers, are not yet assembled. This progress is much faster than the A-10 Warthog!

Actually, the A10 didn't take too long to assemble. Delivery took several days, and there weren't many people assembling it, nor were there many professional equipment. In the early stages, Qibatu guided the team, leading professionals to manually do sheet metal work and use electric drills to tighten screws.

The current personnel are geared towards converting nuclear-powered destroyers. It would take dozens of sharp-minded and quick-witted people to accomplish this task. Asking this group to turn around and assemble a fully functional F-16 midway through would be like assembling building blocks, but the workload of the two projects is incomparable.

The leader was very pleased to see this, praised them a few times, and gave each of them a small bonus of two thousand US dollars. Afterwards, when the fighter jets were assembled, the leader would give them another reward.

Once outside, Zhang Ailun immediately called the hangar, informing the Beggars' Sect disciples to bring the A10 from the hangar to Jehovah Island, as it might be needed tomorrow.

After all, warthogs are just going to eat dirt if left in the hangar, so it's better to bring them here to keep things in order.

Tijuana already has two Black Hawk helicopters, and doesn't seem to have a strong desire to buy Warthogs. If the head of the organization wants to sell the A10s as soon as possible, he might have to consider finding a buyer.

The DEA should be able to handle the Gulf Cartel. Otherwise, the Grand Master might have to consider providing some firepower support to the coastal resistance groups.

Expecting Mexican government officials to issue anti-drug decrees is less desirable than hoping that the various small parties within the country can fight their way out. After all, those who become mayors and governors are usually members of the drug cartels, their protectors. The military is no match for these cartels, so it's extremely difficult to rise to power under these circumstances. It's impossible to get ahead without bloodshed, and even if blood is shed, it may not be very effective.

Zhang Ailun returned to the villa area by car, summoned Gwen, and asked Chef John and the chefs to prepare a sumptuous dinner and host a small banquet to reward the security team and Beggar Clan members who had worked hard all day.

He returned to the second floor of the mansion, admiring some paintings and wooden figurines left behind by Prien. He didn't know what era they were from, and they all looked unremarkable, but a quick search revealed that even the smallest wooden statue cost several thousand dollars. People who didn't know their value probably wouldn't even look at them.

The Grand Master, who had been busy all day, also felt a bit tired, so he summoned Gwen.

"Boss, would you like to take a bath and get a massage?" The female assistant, Gwen, came over and asked the leader.

Zhang Ailun didn't refuse her immediately and readily agreed, "Okay! That's exactly what I was thinking."

After a long day, can't I enjoy myself?

She told Gwen to go to the bathroom to run the water and test the temperature before she came over to call the Grand Master to change.

After taking a bath for an hour, Zhang Ailun changed into casual clothes and went out with Gwen when a waitress came to inform them that dinner was ready.

"What's your name?" Zhang Ailun asked the blonde woman before leaving.

"My name is Luna, boss." The woman tossed her hair, her eyes fixed on the leader with a burning gaze.

The Grand Master could also see that there was no extra emotion in her eyes, only a desire for promotion, a raise, and marriage into a wealthy family.

"Okay, Luna, are you settling in well on the island?" Zhang Ailun smiled.

"Not bad, boss. This island is bigger than any other island I've ever been to, and the scenery is quite nice," Luna replied.

What a load of nonsense! Our Jehovah Island is full of fortresses, armed arsenals, and nothing scenic there. Even the zoo area is completely empty.

The only places where you can enjoy the scenery are probably the areas with mansions, or other lush forest areas and the coastline. However, most of the coastlines are guarded by mercenary and other security teams, so they have to ask permission in advance to get through.

"Alright, remember to clean the room. If you need anything in the future, just let Gwen know. If you want to go to the coast to enjoy the scenery, just say hello to White Wolf and the others. We're going to the banquet now. You can come and join the party after we're done." The Grand Master nodded.

"Have a good time. Boss, take care of yourself," said Luna, the waitress.

"What are you saying? Is the Grand Master that kind of person? I'm just attending a gathering. Do you think I'm some old codger like Prian? Even a rabbit doesn't eat the grass near its burrow!"

After dressing, the Grand Master left the house satisfied and led Gwen to the mansion where the banquet was being held.

When I arrived, I found that quite a few people had already taken their seats and started eating, with a DJ playing rap music on repeat, making a lot of noise.

Zhang Ailun didn't disturb their fun. He simply made some brief statements at the banquet, such as working hard, and then let them have their own fun.

After several rounds of drinks...

Actually, he didn't drink much alcohol, just sampled some wine. As soon as the boss sat down, many female employees came over to chat him up, asking if he needed any services, since it was a rare opportunity to get close to the boss.

The leader, of course, welcomed all of them, letting them sit beside him to provide emotional support and massage services.

As for the others, the Grand Master isn't made of iron; in his sage state, he's like a god.

The banquet lasted until the early hours of the morning. Everyone ate and drank their fill, leaving the courtyard a mess, complete with pots and pans that made the cook curse. Only then did they leave, satisfied. Security personnel changed shifts as needed, and those on patrol continued their duties.

Meanwhile, the Beggars' Sect disciples from the hangar also arrived in an A10 Warthog and parked it at the airport. Upon receiving this news, the Grand Master personally went there as well.

After getting off the car, I looked at the A10 Warthog under the airport lights, which looked very majestic and imposing.

I figured this thing would definitely give Aragua Fire a little shock.

Didn't they want to sneak across the waters off Jehovah Island, the headquarters of the Grand Master, in the early hours of the morning?

It's not that simple! If you don't leave something for the Grand Master and anger the Island Lord, do you think you can leave?

Zhang Ailun immediately picked up the walkie-talkie and notified the White Wolf crew, instructing them to set sail on time with the supply ship and to remain vigilant during night patrols. He also instructed them to immediately notify the naval soldiers on the combat ship if any abnormalities were detected.

"Boss, don't worry. Those guys were scared off during the day. They definitely won't dare to cross this area openly anymore. They'll definitely sneak through under the cover of night. I've already assigned people to patrol on time," White Wolf replied.

"That's good." Zhang Ailun replied, then led the Beggar Clan disciples back to the villa by car.

Upon arriving at the luxury villa, the young man's eyes widened at the sight of the elegantly dressed female waitresses with long legs and black stockings, chatting and laughing.

"Boss, they're waitresses on the island? If you hadn't told me, I would have thought they were celebrities or models!" he exclaimed in surprise.

She's still the kind of high-priced socialite who can fly around the world.

Zhang Ailun jokingly asked, "Is there one you like?"

"Mmm-hmm." The Beggars' Sect disciples nodded in agreement. "We like them all."

"Then you'll have to fight for your own happiness. I can't help you with that. After all, I'm just their boss, not some slave owner from the last century." Zhang Ailun patted him on the shoulder.

The young man immediately put his plan into action with great confidence, trying to strike up a conversation with the women, but was met with their cold rejection and disdain.

After all, they came here for the Grand Master. With the chance to become a billionaire's wife, who would bother with a little Karami?

The Beggars' Sect disciple sighed helplessly, only able to look on in despair before returning home, muttering, "I guess I'll go back to the bars in Los Angeles and try to chat up the girls there. They're too arrogant."

"Arrogant, huh?" The Grand Master's expression was strange; he didn't seem to sense anything.

The wealthy and powerful leader of the Beggars' Sect stayed in the hall for a while with his disciples before leaving the mansion in a very Versailles-like manner.

Back in the villa room, they found that Luna was no longer there. The room had been cleaned, and the air was filled with the scent of perfume.

Zhang Ailun simply lay down on the bed and started scrolling through his phone, chatting with Jennifer, Olivia, and Elena for a while.

Dominic: Not coming back again?

Zhang Ailun: I'm handling some personal matters on Jehovah Island, so I won't be going back tonight.

Dominic: Okay, take care of yourself.

Zhang Ailun: What are you thinking about? This is serious business.

After chatting with Dominic for a while, Dominic informed the Grand Master about the operation of the recycling center. Zhang Ailun told him to handle it himself and that there was no need to consult him about minor issues. Dominic agreed and then logged out of the chat application.

Zhang Ailun also closed his eyes to rest.

It was 1 a.m. when the walkie-talkie and the phone by the bedside suddenly rang.

Zhang Ailun opened his eyes, immediately rolled out of bed, picked up the phone, and asked, "What is it?"

"Boss, we've got something going on. We've spotted Aragua Fire's smuggling ship."

"Okay. Have Bocktu pilot the Black Hawk helicopter, and Bailey pilot the A10 to intercept and warn them. You leave a supply ship at the southern port and wait for me." After saying this, Zhang Ailun put on his clothes, opened the door, called the security personnel guarding the door, and rushed to the port by car.

They quickly arrived at the port by car. As soon as they stopped, a whooshing sound came from above. Zhang Ailun looked up and saw a Black Hawk helicopter with flashing traffic lights whizzing past. Immediately afterward, an A10 Warthog took off from the airport and shot into the sky at a speed of 800 kilometers per hour, flying towards the distant sea. Anyone who didn't know better would think that a war was about to break out. It was quite frightening.

Looking at the pitch-black sea, the endless darkness and the refracted moonlight, the other party didn't even dare to turn on the searchlight.

White Wolf sighed, "If it weren't for the patrol boat detecting the electromagnetic signal, it would have been really difficult to find them."