America: Starting with Daily Intelligence

Chapter 358 Frogman Squad

Upon hearing this, Captain Spike pondered, "You're currently unable to carry out the mission as planned?"

Bai Ge said, "Now we can only rely on land and sea coordination. We plan to first send frogmen to land on the island, take out the mercenaries and scouts along the coastline, and cut off local power and signals before we can begin our operation. We don't need to use the littoral combat ships yet. Our recruited gunmen can handle this perfectly well. Trust them; they are all professionals. You can also monitor them in real time through the channel."

"Let us know if you need anything," Spike said.

"Understood," the white dove replied.

After the communication was completed, they informed the frontline frogman unit and the agents on the island of the operation plan, instructing them to wear diving suits and land on the island to carry out the assassination and take control of the situation along the coastline.

Captain Spike relayed the message back to the commander-in-chief at the rear. Upon learning this, Zhang Ailun instructed the technicians to switch perspectives and connect to the channels of the inside agents on Solo Island and the frogman troops.

You wouldn't believe it until you see it; once you see it, even the Grand Master can't help but exclaim in admiration, "These guys are truly talented!"

If it weren't for the fact that the leader had some kind of cheat code, these frogmen and inside agents would never have been discovered so easily.

The inside man's first-person perspective shows several mercenaries in camouflage sitting face-to-face with guns, the camera angle close to their chests. The image is somewhat shaky, likely because they are in a vehicle.

The inside man seemed to have a talent for languages, chatting and joking with the mercenaries, putting on an impromptu performance. The group spoke Spanish, which the leader couldn't understand, back and forth, laughing and joking, and the atmosphere seemed very relaxed.

The inside man even handed them a cigar and a lighter; no one knows how this guy managed to sneak in.

Zhang Ailun simply opened the translation software and looked at the scene on the screen with Chinese subtitles. Wow, it looked like a live broadcast, playing the most realistic undercover game.

You have to complete the game with only one life, because your identity will be exposed if you're not careful. This really gets creative.

The mole was a genuine Cuban businessman, speaking with a perfect Cuban accent.

"Brother, these are genuine imported Cuban cigars. I originally intended to sell them to those Mexicans, but the local merchants bargained down the price, so I didn't sell them to them. I was just about to sell them to General Assad when I came here. I heard that he also likes Cuban cigars. I have a few packs of premium cigars left here. Take me to the port now, and I'll go to the ship to get them for you."

The informant then suggested going to the port on the coastline. The mercenary considered it for a moment and agreed, as it was time for the shift change.

"Okay, then let's not go to the monitoring room. Listen to me, there's nothing to see there. I don't know what's been going on these past few days, maybe because of the sea breeze, the signal is really bad, and many cameras are showing static. The general was quite annoyed about it and ordered the engineers to find a way to fix it as soon as possible. If it weren't for the fact that you brought us fresh ingredients and delicious wine, and General Assad said that we should treat you, our distinguished guests, well, we certainly wouldn't have brought you here to wander around." The mercenary said.

"We'll drive you around, so you'd better give us a few packs of cigars for free, and don't hold back any other goodies. Everything costs money on the island, and we can't even save up our wages," the mercenary complained.

The mole exclaimed in surprise, "Your salaries are so high, tens of thousands of dollars a month, isn't that enough?"

"Earn money on the island and spend it on the island; don't even think about taking a single penny home."

The mercenary complained, "What do you think the bars and nightclubs on Solo Island are for? Although our wages are high, and the general is never stingy with them, often giving us tips and organizing 'open-air' events, with hundreds of people on the island, each person gets a large sum of money every month, the drinks and food aren't free, and having fun costs even more!"

"Those girls in the nightclubs have such a sweet tongue that all the money I earned from standing guard would have to go back to them. And if they want to buy nice clothes and jewelry, they have to pay for it too. If they don't buy clothes, they'll be naked! That's definitely a dangerous thing to do on the island! Because those black soldiers won't tolerate them."

"You have to pay to buy birth control pills at the island's infirmary, otherwise you'll be pregnant, hahaha. You can't imagine how much they cost, a thousand dollars a pill!" The mercenary laughed heartily.

Damn it, you beast!

"...General Assad really has a good head for business."

The mole didn't know what to say, so he could only mutter that he wanted them to die sooner.

The chief strategist sighed, "Damn, this old man has actually built an economic cycle on the island. The money he sent out eventually ended up in his hands through other means."

"Although the cost of living on the island is higher and it's hard to save money, we do enjoy better service. Working here for a month earns more than working outside for a year."

It was clear that the mercenaries were quite satisfied; Solo Island was like paradise to them. The mole could only offer flattery, praising the general.

The group chatted and laughed, and soon the vehicle arrived at the port area of ​​the coastline. On the way, they bumped into another group of mercenaries patrolling by car, and the two sides stopped and greeted each other.

"What are you doing here?"

"Hey bro, wanna have a cigar? A premium one." Without the mole even needing to ask, the mercenary driving the car took the initiative to join in and drag others down with him.

"Yes." The mercenary on guard duty paused for a few seconds before answering.

The two groups hit it off immediately and decided to take advantage of the changing of the guard time to go to the port area along the coastline. At the same time, the frogman unit on the other side had already quietly landed on the island.

From an underwater perspective, it can be seen that after receiving orders, the frogman unit first arrived at the shallow water area in a submarine. After surfacing the submarine, several frogmen put on diving suits, carried oxygen tanks and tool bags, and dived into the water.

With practiced ease, he swam underwater, carefully avoiding the mines scattered throughout the shallow waters, and successfully reached the shoreline.

After landing on the coast, the frogman unit took off their diving suits and left them in the lush jungle. They changed into new night clothes, took out folding crossbows and tranquilizers, and crouched stealthily in the grass, acting as "prone campers." They then took out walkie-talkies to contact the ACR organization.

Guided by the hacker think tank, they waited patiently and crawled slowly forward, soon spotting several pickup trucks arriving at the port area.

The mercenaries and the mole got out of the car together, exchanged a few words, and then the mole and several mercenaries boarded a speedboat, approached the small cargo ship docked in the port, and went ashore, while the other mercenaries waited in place.

"We can begin."

The frogman unit received the order over the radio, immediately pulled out their crossbows, loaded tranquilizer darts, and, hiding in the shadows, aimed at the loosely packed mercenaries from dozens of meters away, pulling the trigger to fire the tranquilizer darts.

With a few swift movements, the tranquilizer darts struck the unsuspecting mercenaries. They first felt something was wrong, then a sharp pain, followed by a rapid heartbeat and dizziness. Before they could even react, they collapsed to the ground.

The frogman squad immediately filed out, dragging several mercenaries into the grove, stripping them naked, dressing them in their clothes, and then slitting their throats with a single stroke. The swift and decisive action drew admiration from the onlookers.

Even the leader of the organization could sense through the screen that they were no ordinary people; they were indeed professionals who completed the tasks assigned to them by the organization without uttering a word.

However, this requires sufficient intelligence as support, as well as meticulous planning and tacit cooperation.

"Where did these assassins come from? What kind of tranquilizer darts did they use?" Zhang Ailun asked疑惑地.

Captain Spike wasn't familiar with the situation either, so he immediately inquired with the ACR organization. After receiving the information, he quickly explained, "They were professional frogmen from Venezuela who specialized in salvage operations. They probably switched careers because they weren't making enough money. The tranquilizer darts were purchased through illegal channels. There are inhaled and injectable types; when humans or animals come into contact with them, their nerves are paralyzed. The transition from consciousness to unconsciousness usually takes no more than three seconds. They're mostly used for nefarious activities in places like bars."

"Okay." Zhang Ailun nodded, and couldn't help but sigh, wondering if the frogmen who infiltrated Jehovah Island last time were also these professional players.

Unfortunately, they didn't even get to see the leader before being ambushed and killed by White Wolf and his men. They were incredibly unlucky.

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But this time they seemed well-trained and skilled. The mercenaries were taken down before they could even react. It just goes to show that the opponents were different!

Although they are highly skilled, the leader has a high-tech cheat code. As soon as the frogmen land on the island, they will be scanned by the Terminator system and their eyes will be gouged out, exposing their true forms. No matter how good your skills are, you will die.

Solo Island, however, did not have such favorable conditions. Due to interference from Acr, the cameras began to malfunction intermittently several days ago, and half of the monitoring room was rendered unusable. Apart from the interior of the mansion, there were not many surveillance cameras available outside. This made Assad complacent and careless, thinking that it was only affected by the weather and the magnetic field of the sea breeze.

Nothing happened. The music continued, and the dancing continued!

Continuing to observe the scene on the screen, the highly skilled frogmen quickly dealt with the mercenaries, changed into their clothes, and then swaggered to the location of the pickup truck. They took out their pistols, replaced them with silencers, and prepared for close combat.

A short while later, the mole led several other mercenaries off the merchant ship and onto a speedboat to reach the shore.

But before the ship had even come to a complete stop, the traitor jumped ashore first. Several mercenaries, unconcerned, followed closely behind, stopping the ship and landing. But as soon as they stepped ashore, the frogman unit immediately took action!

Raise your weapon and start firing!

The silencer spewed fire, and bullets rained down on the mercenaries. Before they could react, they were riddled with bullets and fell incredulously onto the shallows.

The frogman squad cautiously approached and began firing shots in place. Several shots rang out: two to the chest and one to the head. Even God would shake his head at that sight.

With the help of intelligence and an inside man, they easily dealt with the mercenaries and took over the security work in the port area.

The mole took out a walkie-talkie and reported the situation to the ACR organization. The hacker think tank on the other side also immediately issued new instructions.

"There's a power station and signal equipment nearby, guarded by five or six Haitian soldiers. It's considered a relatively important facility in this area, and they're members of Assad's highly valued forces. On the island, the priority order is: foreign businessmen, Haitian soldiers, black people, mercenaries, outlaws and criminals, women, and children. Mercenaries have ID cards that allow them to pass through various checkpoints. With your ID cards, you can approach the signal station and power station. We don't need to tell you what to do then, right? You're all professionals."

"Don't worry, we are all professionals," the frogman unit replied immediately.

The hacker advisory team gave them advice: "After you take care of those Haitian soldiers, you can use signal jammers to disrupt signals and cut off local power. Then our people can land directly from the port area and continue to infiltrate other places. Your passes are only useful in the port and fixed patrol areas. Don't approach other places rashly, as they will check your identities and report to Assad."

"Understood." The frogman squad disposed of the bodies at the scene and immediately began boarding the vehicles. The mole boarded the merchant ship directly, waiting for the other moles on the island to gather at the port under some pretext, ready to escape at any time.

Now that the situation has been opened up, they are no longer needed; it's time for the real combatants to step in.

The Acr organization notified another group of thieves and gunmen, who, upon receiving the message, immediately boarded patrol boats and began approaching Solo Island in batches.

The littoral combat ship remained cautious and steady. After receiving the latest instructions, it only symbolically moved forward about ten kilometers, still about 180 kilometers away from Solo Island.

Watching them carry out their actions in an orderly manner, Zhang Ailun couldn't help but admire their professionalism. One punch after another, relentless and without giving anyone a chance to breathe, who could withstand that?

Can you win without cheating?

No wonder so many billionaires and island owners have suffered; how could ordinary people endure such torment?

Assad hasn't shown his face yet, hasn't reacted at all, and can't react in time. By the time he realizes what's happening, his island will already be riddled with holes, and it will be too late.

Meanwhile, while the combatants were eating fish and approaching the island, the frogman unit also drove their vehicles and quickly arrived at the signal tower and power station.

Several Haitian soldiers were on duty, but only two were on guard outside. The others were happily playing cards, completely unaware of what was happening. When they saw two pickup trucks with their lights on approaching, the guards immediately raised their hands to stop them.

"Hey! It's so late, what are you bastards doing here? If you want to go for a drive, this isn't a good place. You'd better leave now." The Haitian black soldier immediately tried to dissuade them, cursing under his breath, but he was completely unsuspecting.

The frogman squad exchanged glances. Seeing how relaxed you are, we're relieved.

He got out of the car, pulled out a Cuban cigar, and feigned goodwill, saying, "The general sent me to deliver some perks to you..."

Get ready to start!!

(End of this chapter)