America: Starting with Daily Intelligence

Chapter 359 Do you think you've done right by the General?

"What kind of perk? This is... a Cuban cigar?" The Haitian black soldier's eyes lit up when he saw the cigar offered by the frogman unit, and he accepted it without any suspicion.

He opened the package, took a sniff, and exclaimed, "Excellent! These are genuine imported Cuban cigars. Did the fruit and vegetable merchants send these over? The general is so kind to us, always thinking of us! It was worth leaving our hometown in Haiti to come to Solo Island with him."

"Therefore, we must always remain loyal to the general! Only then will we have a chance to advance!"

Another Black soldier was also beaming. The two immediately lit a cigarette and started smoking, jokingly saying, "As an ordinary soldier in Haiti, you can only eat bread and rice that's slightly better than flatbread. But here, you can drink wine that costs tens of thousands of dollars a bottle and smoke cigars that cost thousands of dollars a stick! Be grateful! This is all thanks to the general for the perks he's given us!"

"Thank you, General Assad! Long live the General!"

The two men puffed on their cigars, commenting on them. The frogman squad joined in to distract them. Once the two men had completely let their guard down and were smoking their spiked cigars, the frogmen seized the opportunity to make their move.

The moment the two turned to talk, one of the frogmen pounced on them, covered their mouths, pulled out a knife, aimed at their lower back, and stabbed them in!

The Black soldier was suddenly jolted by a sharp pain in his lower abdomen, his mind going blank. He quickly regained his senses and was about to struggle violently when the frogman squad behind him stabbed him several times with their knives—white knives going in and red knives coming out!

Another Black soldier also met the same fate. Two frogmen covered his mouth and swiftly slit his throat. The two Black soldiers felt dizzy and their vision went black before they were quickly dealt with.

The frogman unit acted swiftly and decisively, dragging the two men to a corner in the bushes. The person responsible for collecting the bodies took out a walkie-talkie to report the situation to the ACR team, while the others took a detour and quietly made their way to the power supply equipment in the server room.

Through the window, you could see several Black soldiers playing cards, smoking, and drinking in the server room. Their guns were laid out on the table, and they seemed completely unsuspecting.

There was also an older Black man lying on his side on the bed, legs crossed, chuckling to himself while holding his phone. He was clearly scrolling through pictures of beautiful women on TikTok!

The reason is simple: no one would be foolish enough to rob Solo Island. During their two and a half years in office, there was not a single crisis. At most, the outlaws on the island would fight each other because they didn't like each other and were drunk.

Soro Island remains shrouded in mystery, with no information leaked to the outside world. It's similar to Little St. James Island; initially, no one had even heard of such an island in the Caribbean.

But there's nothing new under the sun. Since Solo Island exists, any actions they've taken will leave traces and will be uncovered by those with ulterior motives.

The general spends money on you to come and stand guard, spending tens or hundreds of thousands of dollars every month. Is this how you repay the general by being on duty?

I think you all deserve to die!

The frogman squad cursed under their breath. To be honest, they were a little envious of the benefits these black guys received. But when they thought about how they had money to burn but wouldn't live to enjoy it, and would soon be reimbursed, they immediately chose to forgive them.

Two frogmen, tasked with jamming the signal jammer, exchanged a glance, took out a wrench, pried open the metal cabinet, and then took out the jammer, connected the wires, and began manual installation and debugging.

Once their magnetic field frequencies were aligned, they immediately notified the hacker team, instructing them to remotely hack into the data and cut off the signal.

Upon receiving the message and signal source, the hacker team immediately began network operations and quickly succeeded in hacking into and interfering with the shielded magnetic field signal.

The other two frogmen went to the power supply room, pried open the lock, and cut the wires. With a snap, the power went out, and the entire server room went dark in an instant, becoming pitch black, with no lights or signals.

The noise of the black soldiers and a series of crackling sounds came from the server room, and a group of people were also cursing in the room.

"What happened? Why did the power suddenly go out?"

Hey! I'm still watching the live stream!

"Could the fuse have blown?"

"Impossible, the fuse was just replaced a few days ago. Could it be a wiring problem?"

"Maybe so. We need to call the engineer right away and have him come and fix it! Otherwise, once the general finds out, we'll definitely get our wages docked!"

"Deduct my salary? No way! I've gambled away all my money, I don't even have enough for prostitutes!"

"Fxxk! What time is it and you're still thinking about playing around with women?! Neither cell phone nor walkie-talkie has signal. We need to hurry and get to the repair shop to find an engineer, or we're definitely going to get yelled at!"

"Wait! I had such a good hand, I was sure to win! Don't touch the cards on the table! I'm telling you! I bet $50,000! We'll continue this round after the power is fixed!!"

Several people, swearing and making a ruckus, crowded together, took out their phones to illuminate themselves with the faint light from the screens, and quickly walked out.

After coming out, he directly shouted at the two black men who were supposed to be standing guard outside:

"Hey! Are you two dead? Or are you slacking off and sleeping? Already high? No smoking nicotine during work hours! Didn't you notice the power's out here?! Why aren't you saying a word?!"

Several Black soldiers, cursing and swearing, came over to investigate.

But the frogman unit had already hidden nearby and laid an ambush, aiming their guns at the entrance and setting up explosive traps there.

As a black soldier hesitantly groped his way out into the dark, he accidentally kicked the fuse. The next second, there was a loud bang, and the flashbang and stun grenade were triggered and detonated, the shockwave blinding him.

The black soldier yelled and covered his ears and eyes, his insides churning, and he lay on the ground, unable to stop himself from dry heaving.

The other Black soldiers were terrified, finally realizing what was happening: "Enemy attack? An enemy attack!?"

"Who goes there?!"

The group screamed in panic, but the frogman unit aimed directly at their location, pulled the trigger, and opened fire! Rat-a-tat-tat-tat-tat!

With a burst of flames, several black soldiers were riddled with bullets and quickly fell into pools of blood.

The frogman squad then cautiously followed up with more shots, two to the chest and one to the head, their technique very skilled, clearly indicating they had done this many times before.

After dealing with the Haitian soldiers, they looted the spoils and ended up winning over $300,000 in cash at the poker table, which seemed unbelievable to them.

"Are these guys really that rich? They have hundreds of thousands in poker chips?"

"We're rich! This island is overflowing with wealth! If the operation goes smoothly, everyone will get at least several million!"

"A few million? You're so pathetic. Assad has at least billions in wealth!"

The frogman team chatted happily for a few minutes, then immediately took out their walkie-talkies to notify the ACR organization and explain the situation to them.

Upon receiving the message, the ACR organization immediately issued new instructions: "Stand at your posts. If any soldiers or mercenaries who are not part of our faction approach, shoot and eliminate them! If women or children approach, subdue them first."

"Understood!" Upon receiving the message, the frogman unit chose to remain in place and stand by.

The signal and power supply equipment here have been destroyed, and the port has been completely occupied by them. The main force is approaching the island, and in theory, it is unlikely that they will be discovered. However, in order to prevent any unexpected situations, they still need to be cautious.

Because of previous incidents during the conquest of the islands, which resulted in numerous deaths and injuries, the operation nearly failed. In the end, despite suffering heavy losses, they only managed to take away a few million dollars in wealth.

Others were unfortunately captured alive, subjected to severe torture, and betrayed the organization, which led to their own troubles.

Although the matter was eventually resolved and the island owner tragically died in a plane crash while traveling in his private jet, bringing the incident to a close, it still had a serious impact on them! Many wealthy individuals took targeted defensive measures, greatly increasing the difficulty of conquering the island.

After seeing the frogman team successfully seize the signal station in the port area, the leader understood that the overall situation was settled, and it was only a matter of time before the remaining gunmen team and other technical personnel landed on the island to complete the infiltration.

He also had the technicians switch the viewpoint to the gunmen's theft team's and Solo Island's party channel.

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Looking at the first-person perspective of the gunman, who was holding a silenced rifle, the gunman opposite him was also wearing a bulletproof vest and helmet, his face covered, carrying large bags and small bags, looking like a terrorist. There was also someone sitting on a boat adjusting clay explosives, preparing to fight a tough battle.

Meanwhile, the party on Solo Island continued with revelry and dancing, creating a stark contrast to the serious atmosphere on the other side.

"Go make me a cup of coffee."

Zhang Ailun sat in his chair, watching the screen, and ordered a soldier to get him some refreshing drinks. He needed to be alert for such an exciting and stimulating moment.

"Understood." After receiving the order, the soldier immediately turned around and went out to do his business. He soon returned with a hot coffee.

Zhang Ailun took a bite, clicked his tongue, and said it was a bit bitter, but it also invigorated him and made him feel refreshed.

The footage shows a dozen gunmen and technicians, fully armed, rapidly approaching the island in a patrol boat. They quickly arrived at the port area of ​​Solo Island, and the well-trained men jumped off the speedboat and waded across the water to land on the island.

The hacker think tank also gave them instructions: "Divide into three groups. One group will destroy the island's signal and power stations, and take out the patrolling mercenaries. The technicians will conduct a thorough search of the island's vault, its armory, and Assad's location, while minimizing the exposure of their identities! Once important intelligence is discovered, control the outer areas and trap them in the middle. Even if Assad grew wings, he wouldn't be able to escape!"

"Understood." The gunman team and technicians immediately began their operation.

The gunmen chose to proceed on foot, took out their portable laptops, opened the electronic map of Solo Island, and followed the route map drawn up for them by the hacker think tank to approach the power station and signal station.

The leader looked at the Solo Island topographic map displayed on the computer. There were many small red dots similar to the Terminator system. They were also heterogeneous signal sources, but they were different in nature. These were images transmitted back in real time through spy balloons. After being processed by hackers organized by ACR, they were shared with the gunmen team operating on the front line.

While not as advanced as Blitzkrieg's Terminator 2.0 system or possessing the functionality of a private satellite, its efficiency is still very high. More importantly, spy balloons are inexpensive, difficult to detect, and equipped with 4K cameras that can broadcast live footage.

While satellite imagery and positioning are powerful, their live streaming capabilities are quite poor because signals from outer space are unstable and have long delays. Spy balloons, on the other hand, only reach altitudes of tens of thousands of meters, which is sufficient to provide a stable signal for live streaming.

Zhang Ailun was observing the positions of both sides on the terrain map, clearly from a god-like perspective. The small blue dots were the friendly signals of the Gunners team, and the dense red humanoid icons and square patterns represented Assad's people and territory.

Currently, Solo Island, viewed from the electronic topographic map, only has blue squares at the tail of the sickle-shaped shape, indicating it's a safe zone occupied by ACR. Since the signal and power supply within the area have been compromised, the enemy is completely in the dark. However, our side has spy balloons, maritime buoy signalers, hacker skills, and submarines, continuously providing vision and signals.

There are also warships in the rear that can launch naval missiles from more than 180 kilometers away at any time to provide support, a direct savior from the sky! Flying dragons are coming right at our doorstep!

It can be said that they had the advantage of both timing and location!

However, at present, there is no real threat to the island, because there are at least dozens of signal stations and power supply stations on the island.

After all, if Assad wants to supply electricity to the islands, he needs a lot of generators, so it's normal to have so many power stations and guards. The areas marked with red triangular skulls are basically high-risk areas with dense populations.

In the central area of ​​the island where Assad is located, after a long period of observation and intelligence gathering by spy balloons, hundreds of Haitian black soldiers frequently appear and patrol continuously. These are Assad's elite troops!

If a direct confrontation occurs, it would be difficult for a few dozen gunmen to fight them. It can be said that once the enemy discovers their weakness, they could be wiped out at any time by a counterattack.

Only by quickly cutting off the power and signal, rendering them blind, and taking advantage of the chaos, can we effectively strike the enemy!

After analyzing the current situation, it's not hard to understand why the hacker think tank made the following deployment. If it were him, he would have chosen the same instructions.

But if it really was him leading the team to conquer Solo Island, he wouldn't have chosen the risky island landing operation. Instead, he would have directly sent three F-16 fighter jets and a destroyer to engage in close combat and fire on the ground!

First, bombard the enemy with artillery fire to give them a slight psychological shock, then hack into their channels and use verbal manipulation to force them to surrender. This is the correct way to start a war!

However, the ACR organization is, after all, an international theft team known for petty theft. Firstly, it does not have strong firepower, and secondly, it is not systematic. It mainly focuses on technical smuggling with small investments to achieve big returns. They take the goods and leave, and the members disperse easily. A direct confrontation is a last resort and is not within their consideration. Therefore, a strong attack is not advisable. Slowly boiling the frog in water and quickly entering and exiting is their preferred and meticulous plan.

Moreover, the Grand Master only had one littoral combat ship this time. No fighter jets or destroyers came, and it was even inappropriate for them to show up. Otherwise, wouldn't they be labeled as terrorists if word got out?

This is harmful and not beneficial.

"But who made this thing that looks exactly like the game graphics?"

Zhang Ailun couldn't help but complain when he saw the various red skulls displayed on the screen.

Captain Spike heard the Grand Master's question and consulted with the ACR organization. After receiving the answer, he replied, "Commander, they said it's that young man named Pineapple."

"It's him? That's alright then." Zhang Ailun nodded, took a sip of coffee, and continued watching the gunman team's actions.

On the electronic topographic map and in real-time footage, data buoys that were in contact with each other were also visible.

A red buoy skull moving at high speed collides with a blue gunman graphic, rushing towards each other, and soon makes a close encounter.

(End of this chapter)