America: Starting with Daily Intelligence

Chapter 360 GOGOGO!

On a real battlefield, the gunmen were crouching on both sides of the dark road, their guns set up. They had also used electronic terrain maps to anticipate the enemy's movements. Some of them had even laid barricades and spikes on the road to create deceptive traps. Then they quickly ran to the bushes on the other side, retrieved their weapons, and set up their guns.

Soon, with the roar of engines, a military pickup truck painted in camouflage arrived, followed by two tan-colored dune-modified four-wheeled vehicles, the prototype of the tuk-tuk, which could only accommodate people in the driver's seat and the back seat, and was also equipped with a 7.62 machine gun and ammunition belt.

The high beams shone on the road, and the mercenaries inside the vehicle chatted and laughed, creating a relaxed atmosphere.

If they had remained vigilant, they could have easily noticed anything unusual, such as small mounds of earth or extra weeds. But now, they had no interest in doing so and didn't notice anything amiss. The gunmen, on the other hand, had been prepared in advance, laying a layer of mud and weeds on the roadblocks. Although the traps were crude and the light shining on them created strange spots, they were still difficult for the enemy to detect.

Soon the pickup truck and the modified dune vehicle came to a bend. While turning, the tires of the vehicle, which was traveling at a constant speed, ran over small mounds of dirt and weeds. With a bang, the tires exploded, and the entire vehicle wobbled and lost control before having to brake suddenly.

The two dune buggies following behind also suffered the same fate, their front and rear wheels running over the spikes and getting punctured and leaking air.

The mercenaries, in a daze, slammed on the brakes and couldn't help but curse. The group immediately got out of the car to check. When they saw the punctured tires and spiky treads, they immediately realized something was wrong.

Someone tried to take out the walkie-talkie from the vehicle to report the news, but the gunmen lying in ambush on both sides of the road chose to take the opportunity to open fire directly!

Rat-a-tat-tat-tat-tat! Accompanied by the sound of silenced gunfire, the unsuspecting mercenaries were also swept up by the gunfire that cut from both sides of the road, and were quickly riddled with bullets and fell to the ground.

The bullets struck the metal of the pickup truck and the body of the dune-modified vehicle, producing crackling sounds and sparks.

The mercenary sitting in the driver's seat of the pickup truck, having failed to get out in time, was spared from the sudden attack and became terrified. He stepped on the gas, trying to drive away, but as a hail of bullets came again, the car window shattered, and he was riddled with bullets, and the pickup truck started smoking.

"Stop firing! Stop! If you keep shooting, the vehicles will explode! That noise will be much louder than gunfire!"

Upon seeing this, the gunmen quickly shouted for everyone to stop firing. The group immediately ceased fire and emerged from both sides of the road to begin clearing the scene.

The same familiar finishing blow routine continued, and not a single corpse escaped the bullets. They also obtained expensive weapons from the mercenaries.

Upon seeing this, the leader of the gunmen team immediately relayed the intelligence back to the hacker think tank, emphasizing his achievements: "We successfully ambushed and destroyed the patrolling mercenary vehicles, seizing tens of thousands of dollars worth of firearms from them, as well as two modified dune vehicles equipped with 7.62mm machine guns. These things cost at least two hundred thousand dollars each. If the plan succeeds, can we take them?"

"You are only allowed to take cash and ordinary firearms; the rest belongs to Mr. Kim!" the Acr organization member replied, firmly keeping the spirit of the contract in mind.

The gunman's leader, upon hearing this, said regretfully, "Alright, cash it is. I was just asking. If we have the money, we can buy a few cars ourselves. What's our next step?"

"Proceed according to plan, destroy their signal and power stations," the Acr organization ordered.

"Understood." The gunmen quickly cleaned up the scene, leaving the vehicles behind. They threw the mercenaries' bodies into the pickup truck, making it easier to set them on fire later to destroy the evidence. After finishing these tasks, they immediately headed to the power station and signal station.

Meanwhile, the other gunmen's teams had already reached the signal station on the terrain map.

This signal station differed from others; it was a tower-shaped building with several electrical boxes and a long antenna signal receiver. After some observation, they confirmed that the guards were several Haitian Black soldiers and immediately reported the situation.

"We've run into a problem. It seems there are still uninterrupted cameras at this signal station. Can you fix it? Otherwise, we'll be discovered very soon."

After receiving the message, the hacker team immediately instructed them to use a signal jammer to interfere with the signal and provided them with step-by-step instructions on how to perform the interference. The team of hackers immediately followed the instructions, and after a few steps, the camera was quickly jammed and blocked.

Meanwhile, in the monitoring room on Solo Island, the security technicians, seeing another glitch appear on the grid-like camera feed, paused for a moment, then couldn't help but complain, "Another one's gone black! Hey, let's ask 063 what's going on! And report this to the engineers so they can go check and repair it tomorrow. How many cameras have gone wrong these past few days?"

"If not two hundred, then at least one hundred and eighty. This thing keeps breaking after being repaired. It never had so many problems before. I don't know what's wrong with it lately. Could it really be a problem with the magnetic field?"

The security personnel nearby were speechless. They glanced at the static screen and didn't pay much attention to it.

When the camera first started showing signs of damage, such as a black screen or a snowy display, they became very nervous and urgently notified the engineers to check and repair it, fearing that General Assad would find out and reprimand or severely punish them.

But in the following days, the frequency and number of camera malfunctions increased dramatically, leaving onlookers stunned. Sometimes, dozens of cameras would go out of order in just one hour. Engineers and technicians were busy working on it, working themselves to the bone and cursing under their breath. Even General Assad himself was bewildered and felt that the problem did not lie with the equipment or the technicians.

The general consulted with the technicians, but they couldn't find the problem either, and could only blame it on changes in the magnetic field and the sea breeze.

They even presented the general with a geographical map and gave him a lesson in geography and physics, completely fooling him. The general believed them and praised them as professionals, rewarding them handsomely!

But the general then consulted more professional hackers to ask if it was a malicious intrusion, but the result was similar. The Haitian hacker said that such a thing was absolutely impossible! At least he couldn't do it.

The general trusted his brother-in-law, number 167, so he didn't pay much attention to him.

Since the general didn't care anymore, the rest of the subordinates gradually got used to it. Because the cameras were off, many people found it easier to slack off.

Sure enough, while we were talking, another one got blackened.

The security personnel in the monitoring room glanced at the flickering and black screens on the large screen, which occupied more than half of it, and were increasingly speechless. They immediately took out their walkie-talkies to inquire about the situation: "063, 069, what's going on over there? Why aren't the cameras transmitting any images?"

At this moment, the Haitian black soldier at the signal station received the message and calmly put down his cards and chips. Yezi and Coco ran out to check the camera.

Finding nothing amiss and no unusual activity outside, they could only casually report to their superior: "It's probably a change in the magnetic field affecting the signal. This has been happening frequently these past few days, so don't worry."

"See! I told you! It's definitely a problem with the magnetic field." The security guard shrugged at his colleague and chuckled.

Then, holding the walkie-talkie, he said, "That's all. Be careful on your posts, and remember to report any unusual situations immediately."

"clear."

After the Black soldier finished speaking, he turned off the walkie-talkie and returned to the card table, cursing, "Nobody can stop me from playing cards! Not even the general! Who's drawing their cards now? Hurry up! I'm going to win big from all of you idiots!"

"Fxxk you!" the black soldier cursed back.

The Black soldiers on the other side did the same thing, but they were more disciplined and did not choose to slack off or take a break. Instead, they stood guard at their posts!

Therefore, they died even faster.

After hacking into the cameras, the gunmen needed to eliminate the guards at the signal station before they could take it down. After contacting the hacker's advisory team, a group of people deployed professional snipers, setting up their weapons and aiming at the gunman.

Taking them away was just a convenient thing to do.

The Haitian soldier on guard duty was smoking at the entrance, wearing headphones and listening to rap music. He was nodding and swaying his head when, with a sudden bang, a bullet grazed his scalp and struck the metal cabinet behind him.

Old Hei froze for a moment, touched his ear, his hand was covered in blood, and he was suddenly shocked—there was an enemy attack…

Before he could even react, with a snap, another bullet pierced his head, and he collapsed to the ground, his vision going black.

The gunman's team was also taken aback and terrified. "Fxxk! He was shaking his head and almost dodged my bullet!!"

"Luckily, I finished off the enemy quickly enough!" someone next to me said.

Upon seeing this, the leader of the gunmen team immediately stood up from the bushes and rallied everyone, "GOGOGO!!!"

He strode quickly toward the signal station, gun in hand. The black man inside hadn't even realized what was happening outside; he was still playing cards.

A group of men surrounded the room, pulled out stun grenades, and launched an attack, smashing the window and throwing them inside with several loud bangs. Amidst Old Black's screams, the gunmen immediately broke down the door and opened fire...

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At the same time, a similar contact firefight occurred at the other signal station.

But the Black soldiers were basically unaware, and the battle was a one-sided massacre! The Black brothers were sitting at the card table shuffling cards, reaching out to touch the chips, when suddenly the glass behind them shattered, and several stun grenades appeared out of nowhere on the table.

They didn't even have time to react before they were blown up right in front of them.

The group was blown to pieces, the shockwave causing them to vomit and have diarrhea, but what followed was a team of gunmen firing wildly at them.

In less than a minute, the gunmen acted almost simultaneously, swiftly destroying three signal stations and two power stations on Solo Island.

The security personnel in the monitoring room couldn't help but applaud when they saw several more cameras go out. "Great, another one broken. Harry, how many cameras do you think will break tonight?"

"I bet it's all bad," Harry said after a moment's thought.

"That's impossible!!" The colleagues burst into laughter.

Then he turned and shared the good news with the engineers. "So many cameras have broken again, are you surprised? Unexpected, aren't you?"

Engineer: You son of a bitch!!!

Is this workload going to kill them?

At the other signal station, after resolving the troublesome issue, the gunmen's team immediately proceeded to sabotage the power supply and signal equipment, and reported the news to the hacker think tank team behind them. Upon receiving the message, the other side promptly updated the icons.

Zhang Ailun watched the firefight on the screen. Although the gunmen's team didn't have the artistic assassination skills of the frogman squad, their methods were simple and brutal.

Looking at the three buoys on the electronic topographic map that turned from red to blue, indicating the territory we occupied, the Haitian black soldiers were dealt with without any resistance. The chief commander couldn't help but fall into deep thought.

"These gunmen were so weak and helpless when they faced us before, they were quickly disarmed and surrendered, but now that they have a different opponent, they've become so fierce?"

He's practically like a god of war.

The Grand Master couldn't help but sigh, "Indeed, we are still too strong! Technology and intelligence are the true mainstream ways to win."

Captain Spike couldn't help but say, "Commander, do you want to hear what you're saying? Do you think our firepower is on par with theirs? What kind of small-time crooks are they? We're a regular army! What kind of sharpshooter can face the guns of a Black Hawk helicopter and a Littoral Combat Ship head-on? Superman? Even if you send our men to switch positions with them, they still wouldn't be able to put up a fight. Didn't Jehovah Island get attacked several times before, even when it was the same crew? What caused that?"

"What do you think is the reason?" Zhang Ailun was about to ask.

"It's because you're not leading us!!" Spike said emphatically.

"..." Damn it, I thought you had some brilliant ideas, but it turns out you're just trying to curry favor with the Grand Master from a roundabout way!

Well done.

The Grand Master has many talented people under his command, but he lacks a lackey like you.

Zhang Ailun was overjoyed and praised, "You truly are my capable assistant, Spike! I'll give you a raise when we get back, and you'll get a share of the island's treasury!"

"What are you saying, Commander? It is my honor to work for you."

Spike spoke righteously and immediately made his own small request: "Of course, I would be happy to return to Jehovah Island as soon as possible to take charge of the work. After all, our island also needs to maintain daily maritime safety and order, and the reserve of personnel consisting only of mercenaries and patrol boats may not be enough."

Zhang Ailun fell silent again upon hearing this.

Do you want to go back to work?

You clearly want to see your old flame!

You want to fencing with Qibatu?!

You think I don't know?

I can't even be bothered to expose your little scheme!

"Captain Spike, I think you've been talking a bit too much. Mute yourself. Study ACR's strategic operations and deployments carefully! Then give me a satisfactory answer, and I'll test you later," Zhang Ailun said.

"Alright. Under your command, Commander!" Spike reluctantly turned off his microphone, his face full of unfulfilled regret.

After all, who knows if Qibatu had any relations with other men while he was away? Just thinking about it made him restless!

(End of this chapter)