America: Starting with Daily Intelligence

Chapter 350 Haiti

"We provided intelligence to the Acr Fire organization in order to make contact with them and then use the smuggling ships they provided to carry out our plan to steal from Haitian General Assad's private island in the Caribbean," the young man confessed disheartenedly, revealing the Acr organization's subsequent plans.

"A general from Haiti?" Zhang Ailun asked, somewhat surprised.

"That's right. Haitian General Assad is a notorious corrupt official and tyrant. He acquires a lot of wealth by oppressing and exploiting the interests of the Haitian people. He also secretly maintains a secret army and recruits many criminals and outlaws to work for him, responsible for selling drugs and leaflets overseas. He also has a private island called Solo Island."

The young man said, "Solo Island is located at the junction of the Caribbean Sea and the Gulf of Mexico. Not only are Assad's Haitian soldiers and other militants stationed there, but it also harbors desperados and international fugitives. It has developed a large number of leaf plantations and processing plants. Assad also frequently colluded with organizations like Aragua Fire in order to open up drug smuggling channels by sea. The island's terrain is also easy to defend and difficult to attack."

"According to our ACR organization's investigation and intelligence gathering, we have learned that there are Assad's private gold reserves and a large amount of US dollars in the vault on Soro Island, worth at least one billion US dollars! The island also houses the general's harem of hundreds of women, Haitian actresses, and members of the women's football team, including missing underage girls and boys who are imprisoned on the island. In order to consolidate his power and position, Assad also frequently invites other South American government officials to the island to participate in parties."

The young man couldn't help but scorn the other party, saying that these guys were all cut from the same cloth.

"The Aragua Fire smuggling ships frequently supply Soro with fruits, vegetables, and daily necessities, and also smuggle them some leaves and drugs. Our goal is to use the Aragua Fire smuggling ships to infiltrate Soro, carry out retaliation, plunder their wealth, rescue the slaves trapped on the island, and send this news to media outlets around the world to expose them!"

The Grand Master was somewhat surprised upon hearing this. "So, you're actually doing something good after all?"

"It's not exactly doing a good deed. Personally, I do want to teach these corrupt officials a lesson, since rich people aren't all good people. But our organization is more interested in taking the gold and US dollars," the young man answered frankly.

Zhang Ailun fell into deep thought.

He had heard of Haiti before; it was a country so poor that people ate dirt. Its citizens were mainly black, and it was the first black nation to achieve liberation and independence. However, this also led to hostility and suppression from white Europeans at the time. The country's economy was extremely backward, and its people truly ate dirt. Their daily food source was edible clay cakes made from soil.

But what the leader remembers most vividly is the Chinese national football team's 2-2 draw against Haiti, followed by a 3-4 loss. Some people who eat sea cucumbers can't even beat those who eat dirt.

Seeing the trembling young man, Zhang Ailun waved his hand after thinking for a moment, signaling his Texas underlings to untie him and bring over a stool for him to sit on.

He said in a gentle tone, "Don't be afraid. I don't intend to bury you alive, nor am I some kind of indiscriminate bandit. On the contrary, I'm quite interested in your plan. After all, what about that Haitian general you mentioned who has a billion dollars in wealth? Was it all obtained through corruption and drug trafficking? When you attacked my island before, did you also think I was a heartless capitalist?"

"More or less." The young man nodded. "At first, I joined Acr's organization just to make some money and achieve financial freedom. Later, after learning more about the shady dealings between female celebrities and wealthy men, I wanted to do as much as possible. We don't target just anyone. As far as we know, the former owner of Jehovah Island, Prian, has been involved in illegal human trafficking and organ transplantation activities. The money he made wasn't clean either. We've disliked him for a long time! Although you took over Jehovah Island afterward, we don't know much about you, and our plans haven't changed."

"So can I understand that your organization was established, in a sense, to overthrow the powerful and cause them some trouble?" Zhang Ailun said thoughtfully. It seemed that Acr wasn't as bad as he had imagined, although it wasn't as good as he thought either.

He immediately gestured to Boketu next to him to return the phone to the young man, and said, "Call your friend and tell him about your current situation. Then tell him that I am very interested in your plan, and if possible, I can also provide some assistance. As for the alliance with the Aragua Fire, don't even think about it. They have offended me, and I have already sent people to deal with them."

The young man took the phone and nervously dialed Jaguar. The call connected quickly. "Hey? Pineapple? Why haven't you unplugged the internet yet? Why are you calling me?"

"I'm doomed, Jaguar. I've been captured by Juankin's men." The young man said with a bitter face, "We had just spoken when they came to our door with their men. I had no choice but to tell him about the organization's plan."

"What?" Jaguar exclaimed in surprise, also somewhat stunned. "They're that fast? You told him about the organization's plan? How could you do that?"

"What am I supposed to do? They've got guns pointed at my head. To save my life, I have no choice but to betray the organization! But thankfully, Mr. Jin is actually a very kind person. He didn't intend to hurt me and even forgave us for our offenses." The young man took the initiative to defend the leader, saying, "He's right next to me now. He said he's very interested in our plan, wants to support us, and asked me to contact you."

"...Did he really say that?"

The jaguar fell into deep thought.

Listening to their conversation, Zhang Ailun simply waved his hand, took the phone from the other person, and said, "Hello, this is Juan Jin."

"Hello, Mr. Jin." The jaguar's heart tightened, and he quickly greeted him.

"Listen, I was initially very angry about how you ACR have been offending me all this time. I even thought that once I caught your people, I would tear you to pieces and throw you into the sea to feed the sharks! But when I saw that the person in your organization was just a high school student, I changed my mind. I am a person who cherishes talent, and I also learned about your plans from him, which I found very interesting."

Zhang Ailun said, "I am also very interested in your plan to rescue the slaves on Solo Island. In order to make up for the mistake you made in offending me, I hope you will not refuse my good intentions. I can also forgive and forget about other things."

"Mr. Jin, you don't mean to want the Haitian general's billion-dollar fortune, do you...?" Jaguar quickly understood what the leader wanted.

He wasn't being magnanimous or forgiving; he clearly saw a big pie and wanted a piece of it. In the end, the official business would be raids carried out by their ACR organization, and he wouldn't have anything to do with it.

"Does Solo Island really have that much gold reserves and US dollars?" Zhang Ailun asked.

"The conservative estimate is that many, but the actual number could be even higher."

Jaguar said, "This is our deduction. Haitian General Assad frequently travels privately, indulging in extravagant spending at luxury entertainment venues around the world, buying designer clothes and expensive jewelry, spending at least several hundred million dollars annually. He has also purchased over a dozen villas and luxury vehicles such as Rolls-Royces in developed countries, and even a cruise ship worth over one hundred million dollars. However, he mostly pays in cash at entertainment venues; we only found a few hundred thousand dollars in his bank accounts, so most of his wealth should be stored on that private island."

"There are rumors that he spent tens of millions of dollars to throw parties on his private yacht to support a team of soccer cheerleaders, and spent a lot of money to create dozens of sets of jewelry, most of which were gold dog chains," said Jaguar. "A billion dollars in gold reserves and cash is a conservative estimate. As long as Solo Island still exists, and the leaf and drug factory in the industrial park still exist, he has more money than he can spend."

Upon hearing this, the Grand Master couldn't help but question his existence.

Damn, this guy's got some skills!

For a Caribbean cancer like him, who only knows how to indulge in sensual pleasures, party all night, and engage in corruption, having wealth in his hands is simply a disgrace.

"Then you should help him spend even more," the leader declared sternly. "Since he has more money than he can spend, he needs more people to help him spend it. I can offer some assistance, but I want 70% of the profits after the plan succeeds!"

"Mr. Jin, regarding this matter, I think we need to consider it carefully." The jaguar gasped. You want 70% right off the bat?

They painstakingly gathered intelligence over several months, monitored the Haitian general and his private island in real time, secretly recruited soldiers, and carried out a meticulous operation plan. They completed almost all the preliminary tasks, and the success rate of the plan was very high.

We were just about to reap a bountiful harvest, but you came here and immediately demanded 70% of it.

Are you going to play or not?

"What are you still considering? I've already forgiven your crimes and can even provide you with some firepower support. I'm just giving you a chance to make amends. Aren't you satisfied? Or do you want me to inform the Haitian general in advance so he can prepare to be plundered?" Zhang Ailun said with dissatisfaction.

The jaguar was speechless.

But he quickly realized what was going on and replied, "I believe you wouldn't do that, Mr. Jin, otherwise you wouldn't have thought of cooperating with us. If you want to obtain this large sum of money, you need some white gloves to do the work, and our ACR organization is very suitable. In addition, we have also discussed with some gun-handling organizations to cooperate closely and split the profits afterward. If the profits are only 30%, it won't be enough to go around."

"Then fifty percent."

Zhang Ailun conceded a step, "I will only provide you with fire support. My littoral combat ship and more than a hundred men are in the Caribbean Sea, which can be put to good use. But I hope that we are acting under your name. As for how my littoral combat ship was located on Silver Island and how it was stolen and used by you, you need to give a reasonable explanation for that."

"..." The jaguar felt a little numb upon hearing this.

No, what do you mean?

Do you think we have the ability to steal a littoral combat ship from you? And even control it? You've really gone to any lengths to overthrow the general's regime on Solo Island and plunder its assets.

The leader: Who cares about shame when there's money to be made? This money is practically free.

"I need to discuss this with the organization. Also, I hope you won't harm our people," the jaguar said.

"I only care about the results. Don't worry, I don't like indiscriminate killing." Zhang Ailun hung up the phone after saying that.

Looking back, the young man's girlfriend had also woken up, looking confused, but she didn't scream or shout. Perhaps she was afraid of the Taser guns in the group's hands and didn't want to be shocked.

The leader gestured to his Texas underlings to help her untie herself.

The two huddled together, anxious and uneasy, looking like a pair of star-crossed lovers.

Zhang Ailun said with a smile, "Alright, don't be so nervous. Why are you looking so gloomy? I'm not going to lay a hand on you. I just hope that you people in the ACR organization can be sensible and make up your minds quickly. That way, everyone will be happy. Otherwise, if I'm unhappy, I might still take some retaliatory actions against you."

The young man was speechless, barely daring to breathe, and could only hope these people would leave soon so he could move to another place as quickly as possible.

After waiting a while, the leader received a call from Jimmy.

Zhang Ailun answered the phone and asked, "Hey? How's it going?"

"Mr. Kim, we've got it all sorted out. The Aragua Fire people weren't even close to the city before they were surrounded by our men. Their leader was taken care of, and to save their lives, they promised to leave Austin immediately and never stay there again." Jimmy replied triumphantly, "That's what happens when you offend me!!"

"Okay, well done." Zhang Ailun praised, then inquired about the weapon's ammunition consumption and the condition of the A10. After learning that there was basically no consumption, he told them to take their men to the airport to assemble, and let Bailey fly the attack aircraft back to Jehovah Island.

After hanging up the phone, I got up and prepared to leave.

After leaving the small town ranch, they took a vehicle back to the airport, where Jimmy and his team had been waiting for them for some time.

"Mr. Kim, did my men cause you any trouble?" Jimmy walked over and asked warmly.

"No, your people are quite useful. The people from Aragua Fire have been dealt with, so I guess no one here will bother you anymore." Zhang Ailun smiled.

The two chatted and laughed for a while, then the leader called for Boketu to land on the Cirrus Fathead Shark, said goodbye, and boarded a plane to leave the town's airport.

After returning to Los Angeles, it was already past midnight when the plane landed at the southern airport.

After Zhang Ailun disembarked, he called Sieg and asked him to pick him up. After waiting a while, Sieg arrived in his car. Boketu parked the plane at the airport, and they all drove back to the Newport Villa.

When Zhang Ailun returned to his room on the second floor of the villa, he found that Jennifer, Eileen, and the others were already resting.

I washed up, changed into my pajamas, went to bed, closed my eyes, and drifted off to sleep.