America: Starting with Daily Intelligence

Chapter 341 Guns Pointing at Silver Island

"Boss, what should we do with these people?"

Back on Jehovah Island, the cargo ship was seized in the port area near the southern bay, and the dozens of people on board, along with the driver, were taken ashore.

Looking at so many people, White Wolf was also worried for the leader, feeling it was a bit difficult to handle. "With so many people, how much food will they need to eat in a day?"

After thinking it over, Zhang Ailun said, "Tomorrow, send someone to the port on the west coast, contact the customs officials, and tell them that this is a group of smugglers. Let them be responsible for detaining them or sending them back to their country."

"The customs officials might not care, right? After all, this ship was detained here, and there are no ports along the coastline," White Wolf said.

"Then let Gwen rent a passenger plane and send them back to Venezuela the way they came. The smugglers from Aragua Fire can stay here and do manual labor, just like the others. They can leave when the construction on the island is all done." Zhang Ailun waved his hand, not wanting to get involved in such a trivial matter.

"Understood." White Wolf nodded and immediately turned to get to work.

The security team and Beggars' Sect members arranged for everyone to enter the concentration camp in batches. The fruit on the cargo ship was stored in the warehouse to replenish the island's supplies, filling the warehouse completely.

This is great! We don't need to buy anything we need anymore; they just deliver it to our door. And the smuggled goods are all high-quality items, including protected animals.

Fruits can be refrigerated and stored at low temperatures before consumption. Tea can be used to make tea to supplement the body with trace elements. Fish oil can be used for skin care, hair care, and foot baths.

Protecting animals means keeping them alive as pets. They were originally refrigerated meat exported, meant to be cooked and eaten directly.

Zhang Ailun picked out a package of good-quality tea from the cargo, brewed a cup of hot tea to refresh himself, and after resting for a while, he called the captain and asked him to prepare the supplies and lead the crew to Silver Island.

"Boss, why are we setting sail so late? And so far away? This is no longer within the waters of Jehovah Island." The captain was somewhat surprised and didn't quite understand the order.

"I have an island in the Gulf of Mexico and the Caribbean, but it's quite far from Jehovah Island. There aren't any of our people stationed there yet; it's all occupied by some FARC guerrillas. I need warships there to carry out missions and reclaim my island. You can set off now, take turns resting, and you should arrive before noon tomorrow," Zhang Ailun said.

Spike had no objection to this and immediately accepted the order, "I'll go and get people to prepare the supplies right now."

Zhang Ailun then called Boketu and asked him to bring the Black Hawk helicopter onto the combat ship as well, packing it up and taking it with them. After everything was ready, the littoral combat ship was fully fueled and sailed away from the port, it was already around 2 a.m.

Zhang Ailun also felt a bit sleepy, so he simply took a car back to his mansion villa to sleep.

The next day.

Zhang Ailun woke up from his sleep, stretched, and felt refreshed. He took out his phone and checked the time; the sun was already high in the sky.

He got up, took a shower in the bathroom, got dressed, went downstairs, and called Gwen to prepare breakfast.

While waiting for breakfast to arrive, I also checked today's daily news on my phone.

[Daily Intelligence: The Colombian government has issued a statement regarding the transfer of Silver Island, which has been widely praised by the media. The guerrillas, however, find this unacceptable and have mobilized 150 armed members in advance, equipped with various weapons and equipment, along with approximately 126 professional gunmen and other command and technical personnel, in an attempt to fight for sovereignty over Silver Island! If you defeat them and choose to forgive them, you will gain sovereignty over Silver Island and acquire over one hundred live miners.]

Zhang Ailun clicked his tongue. He knew these guerrilla members wouldn't obediently cooperate with the official operation; they probably also felt betrayed by the authorities.

I immediately searched for Colombian official news and sure enough, I found the relevant statement in an inconspicuous place, and there were also many discussions about it on forums.

Among them were many idle and unruly citizens who criticized the government's inaction, saying that they were selling off national resources and land at bargain prices.

But then official online trolls came out to support the government, listing out all the disadvantages of Silver Island.

Colombian citizens: Land is an inseparable part of the country, how can it be sold off so easily? Is Silver Island small and remote, so it's not valued? Then why don't you sell San Andreas Island? You could make more money selling it to Guatemala.

Colombian official navy: According to expert assessments, Silver Island will be submerged by the sea within the next few decades, returning to its original state as a reef. Silver Island is currently controlled by guerrillas, generating no revenue for the state and incurring billions of pesos in maintenance costs annually. This sale to a businessman is merely a lease; sovereignty remains with the state, and the sale has generated 887 billion pesos in revenue. The state's choice was correct! We should trust the state's decision.

One US dollar is equivalent to more than 4,000 Colombian pesos. Twenty million US dollars is more than 80 billion. This exchange rate is absolutely terrible.

Guerrilla fighters: This is a stupid decision! This is why we rebel against the government—they're all pig-brains, incompetent parasites! Selling off national assets to line their own pockets, the officials are all dogs licking the boots of the American government and businessmen! Damn it!!

Colombian officials stated: "We sold our worthless islands to American businessmen for $2000 million in foreign exchange. This money will be used for charitable donations, focusing on a dedicated, clear, serious, and down-to-earth approach to implementing poverty alleviation policies."

Colombian official PR translator: We scammed an American businessman out of $2000 million! We're ecstatic!

People: Yay!!

Guerrilla: NMLGBD.

Zhang Ailun could only laugh when he saw this.

Keep sucking up to the Americans, how will the leader make money if you don't?

[Daily News: Colombian mining tycoon André is selling a complete set of industrial mining equipment, including drilling rigs, rock drills, electric shovels, pneumatic picks, water pumps, crushers, excavators, heavy trucks, belt conveyors, and professional maintenance personnel. He was once threatened by FARC guerrillas on Silver Island, who wanted to rent his drilling equipment for free to mine silver coins. André sought government assistance and made a charitable donation of 50 billion pesos, escaping the threat. Currently, André and his family are hiding in a private villa on the island of San Andrés in Colombia to avoid being hunted by the guerrillas. If you help him resolve the FARC guerrilla threat, you might be able to purchase his mining equipment at a low price.]

[Daily Intelligence: Geologist Messigry, whom you met once before, has returned to Silver Island with his professional team, attempting to find traces of the silver coin treasure. However, they have been kidnapped by the exasperated Gofur guerrillas. If you successfully rescue them, you might be able to recruit them to provide you with a more scientific mining plan, saving you at least tens of millions of dollars in mining costs.]

Zhang Ailun pondered for a moment, "Save them?"

It was just something I did on a whim.

[Daily Intelligence: You hijacked a smuggling ship belonging to the Gulf Cartel and Aragua Fire, causing them significant losses. DEA Inspector Raylow secretly disposed of the cargo and will later give you half of the bonus, while also pursuing the Gulf Cartel. The Gulf Cartel chose to remain silent, but the Venezuelan organization Aragua Fire has decided to retaliate against your gun shop in Austin, Texas, and Jimmy's car rental shop. The ACR organization secretly provided them with intelligence regarding Jehovah Island and the Eagle Gun Shop.]

The Acr organization? Why are they so annoying, like flies? They're everywhere!

Zhang Ailun was a little annoyed and decided that once he resolved the matter of Silver Island, he would wipe them out in one fell swoop!

[Daily News: The canned goods and military supplies ordered by the Central African royal family are expected to arrive by air this afternoon, and the remaining balance of US$210 million will be paid.]

[Daily News: The videotapes and discs you entrusted to your good friend Tommy for sale are expected to sell out today. He's using his connections and street and online livestreaming channels to bundle Rip's erotic and violent rap music with the videotapes for sale. The East Ukrainian sisters are engaging in borderline livestreaming sales, and have already profited $640 million.]

Upon seeing this intelligence, the Grand Master recalled that he had indeed entrusted Tommy with processing the videotapes, and had almost forgotten about it.

I never expected them to be so business-savvy. They could sell such high prices for just some old DVDs bundled together. It just goes to show how terrifying the spending power of online influencers is.

Zhang Ailun put away his phone, and Gwen prepared breakfast and brought it over, placing it on the table.

The leader then invited her to sit down and have a meal together.

But as she was eating, Gwen accidentally dropped her knife and fork on the floor and then crawled under the table.

"Hiss..." The Grand Master gasped. Looking down at Gwen, who had transformed into a little glutton, he said, "Why aren't you eating properly? What are you doing down there?"

"Dear boss, am I eating a hot dog right now?" Gwen blinked her innocent big eyes.

"..." Zhang Ailun was speechless.

A slice of bread with a sausage inside. Who invented this?

He immediately got up and closed the door to prevent anyone else from coming in.

An hour later, the Grand Master finally finished his sumptuous breakfast.

After cleaning up the battlefield, Zhang Ailun had a cup of morning tea, sat on the sofa to rest for a while, took out his phone and sent a message to Captain Spike, asking about their current location.

Spike: We are currently in the Caribbean Sea, not far from Silver Island.

Zhang Ailun: Okay. I'll take some people over there right now.

I put away my phone, put on my coat, went outside, called the security personnel outside, and got into a car to go to the airport.

They also called Bailey and Boktu over.

The two soon arrived at the airport by car, and Zhang Ailun gave them a notification after getting out of the car.

"Bailey, fill up the Warthog's auxiliary fuel tank first, then fly the A10 Warthog to Silver Island. Bocktu, pull out my Cirrus SF50, we'll take that plane there."

The two readily agreed, and Bailey lent a hand to the security team to unload the warthog's auxiliary fuel tank and take it to refuel.

Boketu pulled out the Cirrus SF50, and Zhang Ailun boarded the plane. After waiting for the other side to adjust the electronic equipment, they took off and headed for Silver Island.

Several hours passed in a flash. We landed at an airport in Mexico to refuel and then took off again for Silver Island.

During this time, Zhang Ailun also received a message from the warship, informing him that the warship had arrived near the waters of Silver Island, but the island had been sealed off, and many armed personnel were ready for battle.

Spike also sent a few pictures.

Zhang Ailun clicked on the picture and saw the outline of the island in the distance, as well as the fully armed guerrilla members.

The two are far apart by the sea, about 20 kilometers apart.

The guerrillas had no chance of hitting the combat ship. On the contrary, any weapon of the littoral combat ship could hit the location on the island and move freely at extremely high speed. This was equivalent to kicking down the door at face value!

Even from that distance, the leader of the guerrillas seemed to see the bewildered expressions and despair on their faces.

They had never seen a littoral combat ship like this before, even when they were fighting the Colombian government forces, and despite the bloodshed, they hadn't made such a commotion. Now, just to protect their island, they've encountered one in the hands of an ordinary businessman.

They're probably ready to curse!

What's the point of fighting now?

"Boss, we've reached the vicinity of Silver Island. There seem to be over a hundred people below, making it impossible to land," Boketu reminded the leader while he was still pondering.

Looking out the window, I saw a familiar littoral combat ship below, confronting a group of people on the coastline of Silver Island.

"Of course you can't land now. Just hover in the high sky nearby until the battle below is over, then you can land on our island."

Zhang Ailun took out his phone and notified Spike, the captain of the combat ship, instructing them to launch a military deterrent against the guerrillas on the island and persuade them to surrender.

On the littoral combat ship, Spike stood on the deck, peering through his binoculars at the situation on Silver Island, observing the more than one hundred fully armed guerrilla members and their various weapons and equipment, his expression unchanged.

Upon receiving the message from the Grand Master, he immediately issued orders to the people on the warship: "The Commander has given the order to attack! Prepare to fire on the coastline! Conduct a firepower deterrent!!"

The sergeant immediately began mobilizing the entire force, and the littoral combat ship's guns were fired, pointing towards the coastline of Silver Island. A surrender ultimatum was issued via communication channel: "Guerrilla members, lay down your weapons and surrender immediately, or we will launch a naval gun attack on you!!"

Copenhagen guerrillas: "..."

"Captain, what do we do? They really want to bombard us!!" A somewhat bewildered guerrilla fighter turned to ask his captain.

The guerrilla captain was also terrified. How could he know what to do? He had never fought a battle like this before.

He hurriedly ran to inquire with the guerrilla commander.

Unexpectedly, as soon as I arrived at the command room and pushed open the door, I saw the commander-in-chief holding an old-fashioned wired telephone from the last century, gesturing wildly into the microphone and cursing loudly.

"Damn it, the enemy has their warships right in front of us! They're only twenty kilometers from the coastline at most, and you're telling me he's just an ordinary businessman? What businessman could possibly own a littoral combat ship like that? What the hell was your intelligence work like?"

"Fight? How? Tell me how! Our weapons only have a range of one kilometer at most, while the enemy can launch missiles from twenty kilometers away, or even further, and flatten us completely! I'm too scared to even fly now, I can't even run away!!"

"Fxxk you! Wasting my life for some worthless, dumped island! It's not worth it at all!! I joined the guerrillas to rebel against the government, hoping to live a life of luxury. Now I'm out there risking my life fighting, while you guys are lounging in your villas drinking red wine with the models and celebrities you want to sleep with, and you casually tell me to risk my life to protect the island! Protect my ass!!"

The commander-in-chief was spewing profanities, cursing his incompetent allies and viciously spitting at the guerrilla forces far away in Colombia.

The guerrilla captain was dumbfounded; how could they have started fighting amongst themselves before the battle even began?