America: Starting with Daily Intelligence

Chapter 342 A Good Plan

The commander-in-chief cursed and swore, hurling insults at the opposing team's parents and ancestors for eighteen generations, before slamming down the microphone in a rage, yelling, "Pigs! They're all pigs!!"

Feeling unsatisfied after cursing, he turned around and tried to flip the table, but the table was made of aluminum alloy and was welded to the floor to withstand the sea breeze. He struggled to flip it even as his face turned red, and in the end, he could only slam his fist on the tabletop in anger.

Table HP-1!

I was grimacing, and my hand was a little swollen.

The captain watched as the commander-in-chief made a complete fool of himself, but he didn't dare to breathe too loudly.

It's no wonder the commander-in-chief was so angry. Everyone had agreed to put aside their differences and unite to fight the enemy in order to protect the guerrillas' common property! The commander-in-chief even flew over overnight and took his men to oversee Silver Island.

However, no one told him what kind of firepower the enemy possessed.

It's like being sold out! Although headquarters itself probably doesn't know the details.

The commander-in-chief had just opened his eyes in the morning, washed his face, and was enjoying his breakfast when someone suddenly ran over to report that an American warship had approached the coastline, at most only a few dozen kilometers away, and the island's monitoring radar had not detected anything. It was clearly an advanced, modern stealth combat ship.

The commander-in-chief was so frightened he almost peed in his pants.

The US military is here!?

He instantly lost his appetite and couldn't eat anymore. He hurriedly ran out to check.

I almost couldn't hold back my excitement at first glance, because it really was an American littoral combat ship!

But how did it sneak over here? Could there be another aircraft carrier fleet behind it? Is such a large force going to fight aliens? Or are they after their Silver Island?

The commander-in-chief was suspicious and uneasy, so he hurriedly consulted someone and finally figured out what was going on.

That littoral combat ship belongs to Juankin; he's the one who bribed Colombian officials to buy Silver Island. This news only broke early yesterday morning, because the Gulf Group and Aragua Fire were robbed by them, suffering losses of at least tens of millions of dollars.

The Aragua Fire fared even worse, getting beaten twice.

Although the losses were not as severe as those of the Gulf Group, they still lost face completely, their reputation was slapped in the face.

Now those maritime smuggling teams are too afraid to even breathe, and have all chosen to suspend their operations, for fear of being caught by the other side!

The Grand Master is a complete mad dog.

This littoral combat ship was in the waters near Jehovah Island yesterday, so how did it end up on Silver Island today?

It even stopped arrogantly on the coastline, remaining there without moving an inch.

The cannons were always pointed at Silver Island, and the missile launch units were all facing the sky.

Look at this thing, it's fucking terrifying!

The commander-in-chief felt his vision go black, realizing he was doomed.

The advantage lies with the enemy, so what's the point of fighting? With this disparity, even a god couldn't win, unless an unprecedented hurricane suddenly blows up at sea and capsizes the warship.

But is that even possible?

"Commander, the enemy is telling us to surrender as soon as possible, or they're going to use their naval guns to attack us. What should we do?" the captain asked anxiously.

"What should we do? Of course we should surrender! Otherwise, how are we supposed to fight them? Are we going to let everyone pay with their lives? This is not a battle between equals at all!" the commander-in-chief said irritably.

"I'll go and have the white flag raised right now!!" Upon hearing this, the captain breathed a sigh of relief and, beaming with joy, prepared to go out and give the order to surrender.

The commander-in-chief quickly came up with another plan and stopped him, saying, "Wait a moment, go and have the planes ready so they can be launched at any time."

Seeing the captain's puzzled expression, the commander-in-chief said, "We can pretend to surrender first. They will definitely send armed helicopters to take over the island. After their helicopters and speedboats get close, we will launch another attack on them! That will definitely have an unexpected effect."

The captain was dumbfounded. "We're not going to surrender? We're going to launch a sneak attack? What if we fail to shoot down or sink their helicopters and speedboats, or what if we do succeed? Wait for the enemy to bomb us?"

"Then we can take a plane and leave in the chaos. As for the rest, that's none of our business."

The shrewd commander smiled coldly: "Don't forget, we have hostages on the island, and several tourists here. We'll take them to the coastline. If they dare to attack, once we've escaped, we'll send the news and the video footage to the media, accusing them of indiscriminate killing! We'll say the Colombian government is collaborating with terrorists to develop the island, which will also damage the prestige of those government lackeys!"

After hearing this, the captain fell silent, feeling that the commander-in-chief was utterly wicked.

"Hurry up and go!!" The commander-in-chief shouted, seeing that the captain was still in a daze.

"Understood." After hesitating for a long time, the captain decided to do as the commander-in-chief said.

The commander-in-chief added, "At that time, only your deputy will remain on the island to command the fighting. You and the other two technicians on the island will leave with me in the chaos. Don't you have family in Colombia? Think of your wife and children! If we successfully escape the island, I will give each of you $20."

Here comes the Family Hero.

Upon hearing the promises made by the commander-in-chief, the captain immediately took the bait and decided to side with the commander-in-chief.

"I'll make the arrangements right now!" The captain left the command room without looking back, found the members of the Co-Wu guerrillas, and arranged for them to raise the white flag and surrender. He also found two technicians and informed them of the commander-in-chief's plan.

The technicians were shocked after hearing this. "We just abandoned so many people here? We feigned surrender and ambushed them, completely enraging the enemy. What will happen to them? And those hostages who were used as shields, they're sure to die a horrible death!"

"At this point, what's the point of caring about hostages? Aren't hostages just there to be slaughtered like pigs?" the captain retorted.

"They can only blame their bad luck; they just had to come knocking on our door at this time. If it were before, to earn revenue from the tourist attraction, we would have just given them a beating, a few words of warning, locked them up for a few days, and then released them. But now that Silver Island isn't ours anymore, and business is failing, why should we care whether they live or die?"

Do they really think their brother Wu the guerrillas are some kind of good people?

When they're short of money, they're skilled at everything from skinning the hand to tearing out the heart.

Compared to them, even the Green Army soldiers in northern Myanmar are considered merciful.

"Are we going to abandon all the guerrillas?" the technician asked hesitantly.

"As members of the organization, they should dedicate everything to it. Now it's time for them to sacrifice themselves! Think of your families. The commander-in-chief even guaranteed that if we can escape, each of us will receive two hundred thousand dollars!" The captain reiterated the promise the commander-in-chief had made.

The technicians exchanged a glance and immediately took the bait, abandoning their last shred of compassion and conscience, choosing to help the captain lie and plan the operation.

Although they couldn't bear to see so many innocent people die tragically, the commander-in-chief gave them too much!

After parting ways with their captain, they went straight to the airport and found the pilot, instructing him to secretly prepare to start the plane and to arrange for people to mingle among the surrendering group, ready to launch a surprise attack at any time!

The captain arrived at the room where the hostages were being held. Pushing open the door, he saw several geologists bound hand and foot. After confirming there were a considerable number, he immediately waved his hand and ordered the guerrillas beside him, "Take them all to the coastline! Tell the vice-captain he'll temporarily take command; we're surrendering to the enemy!"

"Understood." The guerrillas guarding the hostages had no idea what had happened, but they still followed orders and dragged all the people out, preparing to take them to the coastline.

"What are you going to do to us?"

The geologists were both shocked and furious. They had been detained for nearly 20 hours and were now exhausted and hungry, but they were not worried about their safety.

"We need water! We need food! You can't torture us! This is the work of terrorists! You must release us within 24 hours, or our country will send people to rescue us!"

"Where are our things?" the geologist cursed.

The guerrillas remained expressionless, completely ignoring them. They escorted the men onto a vehicle, transported them to the coastline of Silver Island, and found the vice-captain, relaying the entire story to him verbatim.

The vice-captain was somewhat surprised by this.

"They've all surrendered, and the captain actually handed over command to me? Is he afraid to face the humiliation? Bringing out the hostages—is he hoping the enemy will spare us from their predicament and fire on us again?"

"What's going on? It looks like a war." The geologists were also terrified. Only then did they realize that there were no tourists left on the island, and it had been sealed off. Looking at the fully armed guerrillas, they finally understood what had happened.

"They want to take us hostage?"

"No, you can't do that!!"

The group shouted and yelled, but no one paid them any attention.

The guerrillas were under immense psychological pressure from the warnings coming from the littoral combat ship. Fortunately, they were already prepared to surrender.

The guerrillas quickly took out the white flag, climbed up the pole, and tied it up in no time.

The standoff continued along the coastline. The petty officer and captain of the littoral combat ship were somewhat surprised to see them raise the white flag. "Surrendering so quickly?"

The sergeant surveyed the situation. "The enemy has raised the white flag. What should we do now?"

"Follow my orders, advance 15 kilometers, then prepare to dispatch Black Hawks and speedboats to approach the coastline and land on the island." The captain gave the order and then informed the chief of the ship's helm.

At that time, the guerrilla commander-in-chief also found a trusted confidant on Silver Island and prepared to have him disguise himself as him and take command in his place.

"After you leave, I will take care of your wife and children. Don't worry about it."

The commander-in-chief, speaking with a mix of threat and promise, looked at his trusted veteran who had followed him for over a decade and said, "Thinking back on these past ten years of trials and tribulations, I've treated you very well. I also admire your abilities. Back then, I was almost captured by the government forces, and you took my place in prison, enduring torture without betraying me. I have complete trust in you!"

The veteran fell silent after hearing this. "You can go now. I'll stay here and command the raid for you."

"Take care, brother!" After making the promise repeatedly, the commander took off his clothes and put them on the veteran, while he himself put on the veteran's ordinary clothes, patted him on the shoulder, and then put on his hat and slipped out through the back door.

Watching his departing figure, the veteran, now alone in the command room, immediately pulled out his satellite phone and dialed the Colombian government forces after confirming that no one was around.

"It's me, 106. I have intelligence! Please transfer me to a government official in Bogotá. Yes, the same official who met with me before," the veteran said.

The call was quickly transferred to a government official, who asked, "This is the Ministry of Military Affairs, 106. What intelligence do you have?"

"It's me, Mr. Councilor. I'm on Silver Island. You asked me to monitor Golza. He's currently commanding the guerrillas on Silver Island. Facing the threat of the littoral combat ships, he knows he doesn't stand a chance, so he's preparing to escape by plane alone. He plans to have all the guerrillas die with him, along with the hostages!!" The veteran revealed the entire plan without hesitation.

The Colombian government forces were taken aback. "What? Is that so? 106, you did a good job. Your intelligence was crucial! If he succeeds, we'll suffer some losses in public opinion. You don't need to worry about too much for now; just cooperate with his plan. We'll handle the rest."

"I understand. If I die, will my son be able to attend the military academy and join the army?" the veteran asked.

"You won't die." Colombian officials never make promises to criminals lightly, and hung up the phone after saying that, which left the veteran feeling somewhat regretful.

Meanwhile, the Grand Master sat in the Cirrus plane, circling over the nearby waters above Silver Island. He observed the situation below through binoculars and was somewhat surprised when he saw the hostages being pulled out.

"Are they planning to use hostages as shields?"

The leader couldn't help but despise their shameless behavior; no wonder the CAF guerrillas were so lowly.

"Boss, they've raised the white flag." Boketu observed the white flag rising from the tallest building below and rows of white flags hanging along the coastline, and couldn't help but laugh. "We've won without a fight! They must be afraid of our firepower!"

Zhang Ailun also received a message from the littoral combat ship.

He glanced at the white flag on the island, then at the hostages bound hand and foot, and fell into deep thought.

Something's not right.

"Is something wrong?" Boketu asked, puzzled. "They've already raised the white flag, which means they're no longer planning to resist."

"If it were just a simple surrender, they could simply lay down their weapons and wait for our speedboats and helicopters to arrive. There's no need to bring out the hostages. Now they're bringing out the hostages while simultaneously raising a white flag, without even putting down their guns. Who knows what they're up to?" Zhang Ailun asserted confidently. "They're definitely plotting something else!"

"Perhaps they were afraid of having to surrender and then protect themselves?" Boketu speculated.

The Grand Master's intuition told him it wasn't that simple, and he shook his head. "It can't be that simple. We need to observe a bit more and wait for the Warthogs to arrive. Once we have absolute air superiority, everything will be much easier, and they won't be able to escape even if they want to."

After observing for a while, Boketu nodded in agreement, "Boss, I think you're right! A single Black Hawk helicopter can't achieve absolute air superiority; the other side still has a chance to escape."

Soon the leader received another message, which he opened and found was from Congressman Duchi of Colombia.

Representative Dach: Golza is planning to feign surrender and escape, and he's going to complain to the media to expose the video of you killing people on Silver Island. You must silence him!

Zhang Ailun: Who is Golza?

Councilor Dutch: He's the commander of the Golfsky guerrillas on Silver Island. Under pressure from your littoral combat ships, he attempted to betray his own people by launching a surprise attack when your Black Hawk helicopters and speedboats approached, provoking a counterattack while he took advantage of the chaos to escape by plane with his men.

Is that so?

This is absolutely beastly behavior!!

Zhang Ailun: I understand. Thank you for the information. Congressman Dutch, how did you get this intelligence?

Councilor Dutch: We've planted a spy in Golza's ranks. He's one of Golza's confidants. Several years ago, he was arrested and imprisoned in Golza's place, and we bribed him. Later, a prison guard was bribed by Golza, and he was released early for good behavior. He's been one of us ever since. Now he's been ordered to impersonate Golza again and has chosen to provide us with intelligence. You'd better not kill him; he definitely won't give the order to fire!

Zhang Ailun: I didn't intend to kill anyone. I just wanted to reclaim my island and hire them to work for me. But it seems that guy named Golza is an exception.

Congressman Duch: What are you planning to do?

Zhang Ailun: It's simple. Let the warthog fly over and take him out at the airport. Doesn't he like flying? I'll get him airborne in no time!

Representative Duch: ...Good plan.