America: Starting with Daily Intelligence

Chapter 348 Operation Austin

It was already evening when the private plane arrived in the rural town of Austin, Texas.

The Cirrus SF50 refueled at an airport in Mexico and took off again until it reached its target location. Meanwhile, Bailey's Warthog attack aircraft had arrived in Austin two hours earlier and made contact with Jimmy and others.

During this time, Zhang Ailun also contacted Jimmy, informing him of the Aragua Fire's intention to retaliate and asking him to bring men to the airport to meet him. Jimmy found this news quite unbelievable.

Jimmy: These guys aren't thinking of moving their base from Austin somewhere else, but instead they're thinking of retaliating against us? What are they thinking? Aren't they afraid I'll wipe them all out?

Zhang Ailun: They came for me because I intercepted their smuggling ships on their maritime trade route, causing them some losses. Instigated by other organizations, they decided to retaliate against me. They probably felt that my sphere of influence was limited to the sea and California, and that I didn't have much control over Texas. They thought that your car rental shop in Austin was my property, so they decided to teach me a lesson.

Jimmy: WTF! These bastards are insane, they're not thinking straight! They don't have any armed forces, how dare they mess with my property? Mr. Kim, when are you coming? Just lend me some equipment, and I'll handle this!

Zhang Ailun: I don't need to worry about the people from Aragua Fire. You can send your men to Eagle Gun Shop to get some equipment, and then go and cause trouble for those people. I'll handle the other organization. I'm about to arrive at the Texas town airport.

Jimmy: Let's do it this way.

Zhang Ailun also contacted Blitz, instructing him to investigate the ACR organization's operational scope, whether it had any bases in Texas, and where those bases were located. Blitz readily agreed and began conducting some online research.

Boktu smoothly landed the Cirrus Fathead Shark at the town's airport. Zhang Ailun got off the plane and saw Jimmy's convoy parked on the side of the road. The group of people greeted the arrival of the leader with great enthusiasm.

Zhang Ailun walked over and greeted the group. Seeing Jimmy wearing a bulletproof vest and carrying a pistol in his waist pack, he asked, "Are you all ready? Where's Bailey?"

"He's at another airport, dealing with those Aragua Fire criminals. We might have to use attack aircraft to deter them with firepower."

Jimmy replied, "I've already contacted people through the streets, found where those people are gathering, and obtained accurate intelligence. I can take men there and wipe them out at any time. Mr. Kim, would you like to come along?"

"You can handle this matter. With an A10, surely you can take care of those people?" Zhang Ailun smiled.

"I'll blow them to bits! Since they dared to mess with me, I'll make them taste the bullet! I went too easy on them last time. This time, I'm going to wipe out their base and drive them out of Austin!" Jimmy said confidently, opening the trunk, which was full of weapons and equipment he had brought from Eagle Gun Shop.

Jimmy then asked, "Who is this other group? Don't they know what you do? How dare they provoke you?"

"An international theft organization called Acr has been harassing my Jehovah Island for a long time. They realized I wasn't someone to mess with, so they abandoned their allies and ran away in a sorry state. I thought they might give up on causing me trouble, but unexpectedly, they immediately approached the people of Aragua Fire to persuade them to cause me some losses. My patience has its limits."

Zhang Ailun said, "There's no time like the present. Since we're going to settle this score sooner or later, let's do it today. They want to snatch food from the tiger's mouth, so they'll have to pay the corresponding price!"

Looking at the men Jimmy brought, "You should have enough people, right? Lend me a few; I need them specifically to deal with ACR's organization."

"Of course, these guys are happy to listen to you; they're all on our side. But we only have one A10, and it seems like we might not be able to handle it all, especially since your Black Hawk helicopter is still in California."

Jimmy readily agreed, though he did have some slight concerns about the lack of firepower.

He had dealt with the people from Aragua Fire before. They were incredibly weak, with mediocre firepower. But that Acr thing sounded like an international thief organization, the kind of villainous characters you see in movies. They shouldn't be easy to mess with, right?

"Don't worry, they are mostly just hacker groups that provide intelligence. There are unlikely to be that many gunmen. Otherwise, they wouldn't just be instigating the Aragua Fire people to launch a surprise attack and retaliate from behind the scenes, but would be leading their own men."

Zhang Ailun waved his hand dismissively, saying, "You can take your men now. Make sure it's a quick and decisive operation to eliminate the Aragua Fire people and prevent them from entering the city. Otherwise, if they cause trouble, you'll be in real trouble."

Aragua Fire has no chance of winning in a direct confrontation, because they have already been defeated by the leader several times, and their territory has been swept away many times. They know that the leader not only has private islands and warships at sea, but also air combat units such as Black Hawk helicopters and A-10s, so they simply cannot win.

Their so-called revenge action was nothing more than gathering a group of people based on intelligence provided by Acr, going to the city to vandalize and rob, mainly targeting Jimmy's car dealership and gym.

After all, Texas police force is not sufficient at night. Mounted police are only responsible for maintaining order and are not responsible for shooting on the streets. The key is that they are no match for armed criminals. They come and go quickly, and when something happens, they will only contact the dispatch center for support.

If the members of the Aragua Fire cause some unrest and attention, and then symbolically detain a few people, while Jimmy's car dealership and businesses are burned and destroyed, making it impossible for him to operate in the short term, he will definitely have to close down. The resulting losses will be at least several hundred thousand dollars, and the long-term losses will be even greater. It can be considered a comeback, letting the leader know that they are not incapable of retaliation.

But the head of the gang only owns one Flying Eagle gun store in Texas. The rest belong to Jimmy. He took over the territory of those black guys, including gyms, massage services, sorghum seeds, and brain-boosting fitness drugs. He's doing quite well locally.

If the Aragua Fire operation succeeds, Jimmy will suffer the biggest loss, while the Grand Master himself will not suffer any loss.

But if their operation fails, the Grand Master would be happy to see him deported from Austin, as it has nothing to do with the Grand Master.

Acr's plan was exactly what they expected. The Aragua Fire, blinded by their instigation, were pure vengeful fools who had no idea what their true purpose was.

After chatting for a while, Jimmy also contacted Bailey in the air combat unit for immediate support, and also contacted the head of the suburban police station, who is now considered an old friend of theirs.

Jimmy had devised a plan and decided to go and make dumplings for the people of Aragua Fire before they could act. He then turned around, got into the car, and sped away from the airport streets.

Watching Jimmy leave, Zhang Ailun also got into the car with seven or eight young men from Texas.

Boketu was driving, and the Texas henchman next to him asked, "Boss Jin, where are we going now? Do we have a destination?"

"What's your name?" Zhang Ailun looked at the young man wearing a baseball cap. He had a vague impression of him. He was someone who often followed Jimmy around. He seemed to be Jimmy's right-hand man, his good friend who grew up in the same neighborhood as Jimmy.

"Boss Kim, you can just call me Peppa," the young man replied, then took out his gun, loaded it, and said, "We'll do whatever you say. You tell us where to shoot, and we'll shoot there."

"Okay. Page, you have a good name." Zhang Ailun nodded, looking at their excellent equipment, all of which were firepower equipment brought from the Flying Eagle Gun Shop, including rocket launchers, and he was quite reassured about it.

He said to Boketu, "Drive first. I'll find someone to find out the exact location of those people from Acr right now."

"Understood." Upon hearing this, Boketu immediately started the vehicle, stepped on the gas, and drove away from the town's airport.

Zhang Ailun took out his phone and contacted Blitz to ask how the investigation was going. A few minutes later, Blitz quickly responded.

Blitz: We've found it. The ACR organization's scope of activity and the identities of its members have always been shrouded in mystery, their whereabouts elusive and difficult to trace. But that's mainly because their offline members are mostly temporary workers. The real core members of other gun-wielding organizations are hacker groups that make money by selling intelligence. Their plan to instigate Aragua Fire to carry out this retaliatory action was also communicated with them online, without sending any informants to meet and communicate, making it very difficult to find them.

Blitz: But I have now tracked down their real signal. Acr has a base on a ranch in Texas, which should also be the real location of one of their hackers.

Zhang Ailun: How did you find out? Did you crack their botnets?

Blitz: Because he ordered takeout half an hour ago. For a week in a row, the same takeout orders were being delivered to that location, all using the same bank account, which was also an account that had financial dealings with the Acr organization. I tracked their signals and accounts and found that they had many fake identities online, but this address was frequently used to buy things through online platforms and have them delivered, inadvertently revealing their real location. I thus confirmed that this place was indeed the residence of Acr organization members.

Zhang Ailun: Well done.

I praised Blitz, saying, "It's always you who matters, especially the details."

Blitz also sent the location coordinates to the leader. Zhang Ailun glanced at them and saw that the distance was 16 kilometers from the current location.

He immediately shared the information with Boketu, saying, "Change direction and head to the ranch in Clint Town."

Boketu received the designated location information and realized that the current direction of travel was wrong. He immediately turned the car around and led the two cars behind him to the ranch in the suburbs.

Clint Ranch at that time.

The cattle and sheep grazed leisurely on the farm, and the ranch owner was completely unaware of the impending crisis.

A young man is in a room wearing headphones, typing on a keyboard, eating pizza, drinking cola, and playing Valorant.

After being instantly killed by the other party upon their second meeting, his mindset subtly shifted, and he couldn't help but burst out cursing: "May all those who cheat die!!"

They then engaged in a lively and friendly interaction.

But the other party's level of cursing was quite high. He kept repeating the same thing: "You were born of a demon" and "Your parents don't love you." The other party was clearly a professional player from Zaun in the Asia server, and he kept bringing up his family tree for eighteen generations to be whipped.

The young man turned green with anger after being scolded; he was completely overwhelmed and his defenses crumbled.

"Fxxk! You just wait!"

He was so angry that he was trembling all over. He immediately switched screens, opened the background, entered the code, and then switched screens back to fire wildly, transforming into a wall-penetrating kid and spinning a top.

opponent:???

Pineapple Bun: You opened it first!!

The other party fell silent and frantically clicked the report button. Soon the screen turned red, and Pineapple Bun was permanently banned.

But he didn't care at all. He simply used technology to steal an account online and started the next round of the game.

The phone on the table rang quickly. He glanced at the contact name, answered with one hand, and said, "Hello?"

A warning voice came from the other end: "Pineapple, did you use your bank card to order takeout online? About ten minutes ago, someone tracked your signal online! I've already told you not to use your bank account to buy things online directly; it could expose your identity! You need to find someone to buy cryptocurrency, mix it in a mixer, find someone to sell it, and then use your personal account to make the purchases! That's much safer!"

The young man wouldn't listen and casually replied, "Don't worry, no one can track my signal. You're too nervous, Jaguar."

"What are you doing? Playing games? Why do I hear game sounds? Didn't I tell you to communicate with the people from Aragua Fire? How far have they gotten?" Jaguar was a little annoyed.

The young man replied, "I've already communicated with him as you instructed, and they've decided to launch their revenge attack tonight. There's no way I can really get involved in anything else, so what else do you want me to do?"

"Then you should be even more careful! After completing a mission, you must cut off signal for at least 24 hours. Have you forgotten our organization's rules?"

The jaguar demanded, "Do you even know what kind of person Juankin is? If he finds or even catches you, your fate will be absolutely terrible!"

"We shouldn't have provoked him in the first place. Fxxk! I'm dead again."

The young man was a little puzzled, but he still quit the game and shut down the computer. "Okay, I've done it. Now I'm going to be unplugged for more than 24 hours and live like a caveman. Except for communicating via satellite phone, none of you can contact me."

Jaguar's tone softened as he said, "As long as we successfully complete this mission, we will be able to make contact with the people of Aragua Fire. The organization is already working on the next step of the plan. This operation will definitely go smoothly. The target is very rich. After all, not everyone has the firepower of Juankin."

"Who would have thought he'd own a warship?" the young man said enviously. "These rich people are just awful."

While the two were talking, there was a sudden knock on the door, startling both the young man and the person on the other end of the phone.

"What's going on? I heard a knock on the door?" The jaguar became alert again.

"Oh, it must have been my girlfriend who ordered the takeout," the young man replied without hesitation. "Don't worry, I'm safe here."

"Then good luck." Jaguar hung up the phone, annoyed.

The young man shrugged, not caring at all, and called out to another room, "Honey, did you order takeout? I'm about to cut off the internet power, so I won't be able to use my own internet anymore. I'll have to play with you."

"No, I didn't order takeout." His girlfriend seemed puzzled, but quickly laughed and said, "You don't need to be upset about this, because you can definitely come and play with me."

"I think it's a good idea!!" The young man danced enthusiastically, then turned and ran to the door. "I'll go open the door and see who it is. It's probably our neighbor Marley borrowing something again. That old guy is always so unreliable."

"Okay," his girlfriend replied.