America: Starting with Daily Intelligence

Chapter 357 Solo Island

"Let's continue eating." Seeing everyone's reaction, Zhang Ailun nodded in satisfaction, then had Boketu put away his handbag, and turned around to take the money back to the storage room.

Upon seeing this, the guerrilla commander immediately waved his hand, telling everyone to continue eating and go about their business afterward. He then turned and followed the leader into the storage room.

Boktu placed his briefcase in the storage room, and Zhang Ailun instructed the commander-in-chief, "Pick a reliable person to be the accountant, to tally the island's harvest and personnel salary expenses, and to pay them their salaries on time. Remember to make a detailed list of expenses, even if it's just a penny, make sure it's clearly marked where it was spent!"

After saying that, he returned the key to the other party, saying, "After arranging the personnel, you can also make a copy of the key and distribute it to him."

"Understood." The commander-in-chief quickly replied, "Boss, please rest assured, I will definitely arrange this matter properly."

Zhang Ailun nodded in satisfaction, praised him for his good work, chatted for a few more minutes, and then turned and led his men out of the storage room.

The sergeant also received the news and immediately drove over with the remaining navy personnel.

Upon arriving, he saw the Grand Master emerge from the building. He immediately hurried over, saluted, and greeted him, "Commander, the Captain left behind the ACR organization's intercom channel and signal receiver before leaving. Would you like to use them now?"

"I've just finished dealing with things here, take me over to have a look," Zhang Ailun nodded and said.

"Understood, please follow me." After saying that, the sergeant turned around and led his men to the vehicle to clear the way.

Zhang Ailun and Boketu also got into the car and headed to the command center on Silver Island. They arrived at their destination quickly, got out of the car, and went into the room.

Upon entering, one immediately sees the computer and receiver prepared by the sergeant major, with several other people wearing headphones, watching the screen and adjusting the electromagnetic frequency. Hearing the door open, the staff immediately turned around and, upon seeing the arrival of the Grand Master, offered a warm greeting.

"You can continue."

Zhang Ailun nodded in response, not disturbing their work. He then stood next to them and glanced at the computer screen, which displayed several split-screen windows, each showing different views and perspectives from multiple angles. There was the view from the spy balloon, the view from ships on the sea, the surveillance view from the spy balloon, and even the view from a hidden camera on an island.

The macroscopic view also revealed the shape of a private island located in the Caribbean Sea, undoubtedly Soro Island, the island of Haitian General Assad. Thermal imaging revealed heat signatures, signal lights, and the activity patterns of the stationed mercenaries.

Occasionally, there was static from the microphone and snow on the screen due to poor signal. Conversations could be heard from the headset from time to time, some speaking Spanish, some English, and even some French. They were obviously gunmen and theft organizations recruited by ACR from all over the world. The footage also included the perspective of the littoral combat ship.

Zhang Ailun looked at one of the screens with great interest. It showed the view from the island's cameras. When zoomed in, the figures and faces of some of the stationed mercenary teams could be clearly seen. It was a 4K camera's covert perspective.

They patrolled the harbors along the coastline in groups of three or four, carrying long guns and short cannons.

In another area, there were buildings resembling factory facilities, which were actually leaf greenhouses. The situation inside was unclear because the cameras had not penetrated the interior, but there were several Haitian black soldiers in camouflage uniforms picking leaves at the entrance, with a table next to them. There were also military pickup trucks parked by the roadside, with a black Type 62 machine gun on them.

Besides the pistol, AK, grenades, clay explosives, and bullets, there were also some coffee, chocolate, cash chips, and even Playboy magazines on the table.

Those green bills were undoubtedly US dollars, and there seemed to be quite a lot of them, in bundles of one hundred-dollar bills.

"How come these black soldiers are so rich?" Zhang Ailun was somewhat surprised. Although he knew that Assad was very rich, he did not expect that his men were also very rich.

Assad is really generous to his men, giving them so much money. No wonder so many are loyal to him, and so many outlaws are willing to join him, settle on the island, and work for him. Simply put, Assad gives them too much!

Even the guards at the gate were playing cards with tens of thousands of dollars in chips when they were bored. It seems that Solo Island is rolling in money and deserves to be properly visited!

"Commander, the ACR organization infiltrates and monitors the island in this way. Soro Island is now covered by surveillance on land, sea, and air: spy balloons at an altitude of 10,000 meters, listening devices and hidden cameras on the island, submarines underwater, and even cargo ships that have already landed on the island!"

The technician said, "It's safe to say that Solo Island is now almost completely infiltrated. There are no secrets left. The ACR organization even has moles on the island, but Haitian General Assad knows nothing about it and even has time to party with his harem and subordinates to celebrate!"

As he spoke, he clicked on another video, a first-person perspective view of a hidden pinhole camera. The lively party was quite noisy, and the screen kept flashing with images of people. It was hard to understand what they were saying, but you could see many hot women, and many of them were dressed very scantily.

The leader even caught a glimpse of an underage girl carrying a plate in the video.

"Assad is on the island? That's perfect, we can give him a surprise tonight and wipe him out along with Solo Island," Zhang Ailun said.

I watched the first-person perspective footage for a while, but unfortunately, after several minutes of filming, I still couldn't see Haitian General Assad on screen.

Old Deng didn't seem to like showing up at parties, or perhaps he was still upstairs with his concubines doing what he liked, or playing cards with his trusted men.

"That's good, it means they're relaxed, making it easier for us to take advantage of them." Seeing them singing and dancing, Zhang Ailun felt completely at ease.

"Acr tried to infiltrate my Jehovah Island using the same method before, but I discovered it and taught them a lesson."

Acr's allies are still grinding on the island.

"But didn't Aragua Fire and ACR break up? How did their cargo ships manage to land on the island?" Zhang Ailun asked, puzzled.

The technicians immediately explained, "Acr's hackers stole Aragua Fire's private account and impersonated Cuban fruit and vegetable traders. They notified Assad's people that Aragua's smuggling ships transporting daily necessities would be delayed by a few days, and the Cuban traders promptly promoted some discounted fruits and vegetables. After receiving the message, Assad's people chose to cooperate with the Cuban traders and bought their goods. Acr then disguised himself as a merchant and arrived at Soro Island on a cargo ship."

"That's not a bad plan. But Assad's men are really not shrewd enough. They're a bit careless, letting people go ashore so easily and letting them wander around." Zhang Ailun clicked his tongue and shook his head.

Perhaps they thought that with their strong and well-equipped army, ordinary people wouldn't dare to attack Solo Island.

Little did they know that the private island owners who had been targeted by Acr thought the same thing, but in the end they were all taught a lesson by the gunmen theft organization. Only the leader of the main branch was able to prevent the sneak attack in advance.

With intelligence infiltration across land, sea, and air, they've seen right through you. No one can do anything about it unless your intelligence is even better than theirs.

Zhang Ailun watched the live video feed for a while, then switched the view to other areas and listening devices. In addition to the patrol mercenary teams on the coastline, there were also Haitian black soldiers guarding the leaf greenhouses. Another area had a villa area that looked quite luxurious, and even bars, dance halls, restaurants, and shooting ranges.

Switching to a high-altitude perspective, you can see the neon lights flashing on the island, and people playing bumper cars or even engaging in paintball. These people have different skin colors, and without a doubt, any one of them could be an international fugitive wanted by the police.

Having committed crimes in other countries and finding nowhere to stay, they came to a private island in the Caribbean, as if they had entered a kingdom of sin.

"Damn it, compared to Assad's private island, my Jehovah Island is like an undeveloped wilderness. Even Madison's Collection Island can't compare to the investment in Solo Island's development."

The more the leader looked at it, the more outrageous it seemed.

Old Deng really knows how to spend money! This isn't just a private island at sea anymore; it's practically a royal palace, a miniature version of the Los Angeles metropolis! There are bars, nightclubs, restaurants, and shooting ranges everywhere. How much money must he have spent on this? How much electricity does it use every day?

Solo Island appears to be only about forty square kilometers in size, and its terrain is shaped like a sickle. The Grand Master's Jehovah Island is more than five times the size of Solo Island, but its utilization rate is not as exaggerated.

Because Priana was obsessed with human experimentation and performing surgery on himself, he only used Jehovah Island as a hiding place and a resort island. Even though there were luxury villas, they were only the private residential area located on the mountaintop and the residential area halfway up the mountain. The rest were all fortresses and warehouses.

He doesn't have as much money or power as Assad.

The leader of the Grand Master took over Jehovah Island, but he only did some simple patching and repairs, and didn't have much intention to invest in its development.

Assad's assets are probably far more than imagined. He has invested a lot of money in the development and construction of the island alone. These drug lords are certainly not short of money, especially since the other party is a general in Haiti.

Looking at the screen, Zhang Ailun simply had a stool brought over, put on a headset, and had the technicians find the littoral combat ship's communication channel and directly connect to the private channel.

"This is Juankin. Please contact Captain Spike for me."

Zhang Ailun switched the camera to the littoral combat ship and asked, "What's the situation there now? When exactly will the formal operation begin? You seem to be less than 200 kilometers from Solo Island, but you haven't advanced any further for some time."

Looking at the geographical location and speed displayed on the monitor next to it, the littoral combat ship had arrived at that sea area half an hour ago and was moving forward at a snail's pace.

Upon receiving the message, the captain immediately rushed to the bridge and said, "Commander, this is Spike. What are your instructions?"

Zhang Ailun repeated his question, and Spike immediately explained, "This is what the ACR people requested. They want to use our naval missiles for long-range precision strikes from 200 kilometers away, to lock onto and destroy the air defense and anti-ship facilities on Solo Island, and launch a decisive attack at a critical moment! To completely destroy the enemy's confidence. Our littoral combat ships are also our trump card for this mission!"

"ACR's idea is that once the mission officially begins, if the situation gets a little out of control or alerts the other side, and a serious firefight breaks out, if we can carry out long-range precision bombing from 200 kilometers away to destroy their arsenal and weapons, I think they will quickly choose to surrender."

"We are now waiting for ACR personnel to approach the island, conduct a landing and infiltration, and wait for them to hack into the network center first and take down the fortified armed facilities. Once we receive the information, we will immediately send Black Hawk helicopters and sea speedboats to provide reinforcements. Moreover, based on the island facilities photographed by spy balloons, Assad seems to also have precision missiles and surface-to-air missiles to deal with threats from the sea. The maximum range of these weapons may be 40-75 kilometers."

"This attack range poses no threat to the littoral combat ship," Zhang Ailun pondered. "However, Assad is, after all, a general in Haiti, and there are many Haitian soldiers on the island. No matter how incompetent they are, they are still professional fighters. But does Haiti also possess high-tech weaponry?"

"Forget it, it's not important. Even in a poor country where the people are poor but the leaders aren't, there will still be many billionaires who immigrate to Florida. It's not surprising that they can afford surface-to-sea missiles or anti-aircraft missiles. You did a good job nipping any risks in the bud! Cooperate with ACR's hackers as much as possible. I don't want my warship to get scratched here."

Zhang Ailun said, "Also, to those in contact with ACR, the firepower of the littoral combat ships isn't free. The ammunition used also needs to be replenished. If a surviving weapons depot is found on Solo Island, allow them to choose the weapons they like; the rest are mine."

"Understood!" Captain Spike replied immediately. He then contacted the people at ACR and relayed the Grand Master's words verbatim.

Meanwhile, on a submarine a dozen kilometers away from Solo Island, the pitch-black sea was completely still. It was a dark and windy night, but a careful search revealed that a modified signal antenna had surfaced from a depth of twenty meters to better receive signals underwater.

In addition, signal buoys were dropped into the sea, flashing a barely perceptible faint red light. At regular intervals, such signal buoys would float on the sea surface, almost circling the waters around Solo Island. This greatly ensured the stability and encryption of the communication signal.

The ACR hacking team, responsible for monitoring network infrastructure and surveillance footage, received the captain's message and responded after consideration: "Your demands are reasonable. Those weapons are of little use to us, except perhaps for the gunmen's teams, who are more interested in cash and gold reserves. With money, you can buy anything, so a little equipment won't make a difference. What's more important now is to launch the operation as soon as possible, and we've already started planning."

"However, Solo Island is more secure than we imagined. Although we have infiltrated it in all aspects, this is only the surface. We have not yet found the real core areas, such as the vault, the safe, and the underground server room, nor have we had the opportunity to get close to them, because they are guarded by armed personnel and are strictly prohibited from approaching."