America: Starting with Daily Intelligence

Chapter 362 Fool! Trash! Idiot!

Little did they know, their psychological activities had also been grasped by the hacker's think tank.

"The fact that mercenary teams from other areas have been gradually transferred out indicates that our operation has been discovered."

"But even if they discover something amiss, they won't react immediately, let alone sound the alarm or notify Assad. Those people have had too many comfortable days. That's how they do things. They're afraid of losing their jobs, so they'll try to keep things to themselves and solve them on their own. Only when they really can't solve them will they notify their superiors and just sit around waiting to die. It's no different from the previous island raids."

The hacker team was full of confidence and had made all the preparations. And things did go exactly as they had planned. The gunmen successfully destroyed the new area, destroyed the signal station and power supply equipment. Even though the monitoring room watched the screen go black, there was no movement and no alarm was sounded.

Looking at the electronic topographic map, several mercenary teams on the other side arrived at the previously destroyed signal and power stations. They cautiously got out of their vehicles and began searching, but found no security personnel or enemy traces. However, after a careful search, they found shell casings, traces of stun grenades, and hastily buried bloodstains. They realized that enemies had indeed infiltrated the island.

"Damn it, who is so bold as to dare to land on the island and launch a surprise attack? Our Solo Island hasn't seen anything this outrageous for at least two and a half years!!" The mercenary team was both shocked and furious.

The team leader, however, calmed down and analyzed the situation. "The most urgent task is to quickly inform the monitoring room and command center so they can make a decision. The area we're responsible for isn't out of control, so our responsibility is minimal. Even if the general blames us, he'll only blame those 'insects' in the monitoring room!"

"Captain, I have a question." A new mercenary in the team reached out to ask.

"What's the problem?" the captain asked.

"The enemy's successful landing on the island and their silent infiltration and destruction of the signal and power stations indicate that they have an inside agent on the island. They also planned their strategy in advance and had sufficient intelligence support, which allowed them to leave before we arrived. At the very least, they had hackers and technicians continuously monitoring our movements. Since the enemy isn't here, and we've all left our assigned areas, leaving only two people to guard them, where should the enemy be now?" the team member asked, puzzled.

The captain thought for a moment, then his face darkened, and he immediately burst out cursing, "Damn it! Our area is going to be finished too!! Quick! Get in the car!!"

The group hurriedly got into the car, intending to leave and head back to their assigned area to report the situation to the monitoring room.

However, due to excessive excitement, the vehicle was driven recklessly and accidentally triggered a road trap set by the gunmen, causing the vehicle's tires to burst!

The group got out of the car and, seeing that the tires had been destroyed by the trap, couldn't help but curse, "Those damn guys actually put a trap here? What were they thinking?"

"How do you drive!" someone turned and scolded the driver.

"Damn it, is it my fault? How was I supposed to know there would be a trap here? I deliberately avoided the intersection on the way here, and I checked everything so carefully after getting out of the car. Who knows why they would bury a trap here? This doesn't make sense!!" The driver couldn't help but curse.

One group had no choice but to repair their car on the spot, while the others had to run back on foot.

The mercenary teams in other areas weren't as unlucky. They noticed the anomaly upon arriving at the signal station and successfully located the traps, but they still couldn't help cursing, "These sons of bitches actually hung traps in trees? If we trigger the fuse, stun grenades will definitely rain down from the sky! Hitting us on the head!"

"Judging from the method, it's somewhat similar to the hand grenade traps used in urban warfare in Mexico," someone analyzed.

"This is pointless! We can't find the rats right now. The most important thing is to drive back to the signal area as soon as possible, report the situation to the monitoring room, and have them sound the alarm!" the mercenary captain urged.

However, they were so focused on getting into the car and rushing back to base camp that they overlooked the possibility that the signal station in the area they were responsible for might have been destroyed.

Then, when they drove back to base camp, they found the road pitch black, without a single light. After finally making it back to the signal station they were responsible for, they got out of the car and saw their teammates lying on the ground, shot twice in the chest and once in the head.

Those guys stopped acting altogether, killed people, destroyed equipment, and didn't even bother to bury the bodies.

"Fxxk!!!" The captain cursed angrily.

"Boss, our signal station has also been destroyed. I sent a message to the monitoring room, but there was no response." The team member said helplessly.

"Don't let me catch those guys! Otherwise I'll definitely kill them!!" The captain was a little red with anger. So far, all they knew was that there were enemies causing trouble on the island, but they hadn't even seen the faces of the enemies, or even knew how many there were.

"Those people in the monitoring room must have noticed something was wrong, but why didn't they sound the alarm?" The mercenary captain found it very absurd.

"They're probably worried about making a false alarm. The general has also stipulated that alarms should not be sounded randomly without solid evidence of enemy invasion, as it would affect the guests on the island," the team member analyzed.

"There aren't any guests on the island right now, only the general and his troops! Quick! Go to the monitoring room immediately and notify those people to drive to a place with a signal, find someone to contact the general, report the situation, and sound the alarm!" The captain immediately issued the order.

The group immediately drove to the core area.

There was no need to go anywhere else. Even if there might still be a signal next door, they wouldn't take the chance. If the signal station there was also destroyed, going there would be pointless and would only waste their precious time.

The raiding team lived up to expectations, successively capturing and destroying the island's signal and power stations. Three-thirds of the island was now dark, and only the core area still had signal and power supply. However, there were too many security personnel there, so they could no longer infiltrate the area.

When the hacker team saw that two-thirds of the area on the electronic terrain map had turned into blue squares, marking their occupied territory, they were full of praise: "You've done a great job; you've successfully completed the task assigned to you by the organization!"

"Haven't you found the vault and the database yet?" The gunman's team was puzzled.

"Unfortunately, despite our technicians conducting a thorough search, even venturing close to the leaf greenhouses and drug packaging areas, we haven't found the vault used to store money on the island, nor the database server room." The hacker team also felt somewhat disappointed.

"Can we try to destroy the signal and power stations in the central area?" the gunmen's team asked.

"The armed forces in the central area are too strong. The power supply equipment is not shown on the map. It should be powered independently in the basement. The database and the server room also have separate power supply and signal equipment."

After searching, the hacker team analyzed: "We initially guessed it was underwater power supply, but while you were on your mission, we sent a submarine to circle the island and found no equipment, only a sewage outlet and some mines. This indicates that the core power station and signal station are still on the island, probably in the basement."

"Then there's nothing we can do. It seems we can only have them sound the alarm and take precautions, and then we'll see what happens." The gunman's team also felt helpless.

He couldn't help but mutter, "Assad is really cautious enough to hide his gold vault so deep; it's rare to see this on other islands."

"We now control at least two-thirds of their island. Lacking electricity and signal, even if they deploy helicopters, it will be difficult for them to detect us or pinpoint our location. Meanwhile, we can monitor their movements in real time! Even if they have to prepare a counterattack, we've already won!"

The hacker team is not worried about this, because they still have trump cards to play. Their biggest asset right now is their flagship, the littoral combat ship.

In the past, faced with such a difficult situation, they might have chosen to take a gamble, destroy the underground power equipment in the core area, find and forcibly blow up the vault, turning theft into outright robbery. Now, they can not only rob openly, but also defeat their opponents!

Meanwhile, the mercenary team, after arriving at the central area by car, also discovered that the communication equipment had regained signal. They immediately got out of their vehicle and sent a message to the security personnel in the monitoring room, informing them that the situation was critical and that they needed to sound the alarm immediately and notify the general!

The security personnel in the monitoring room received the message and felt a pang of sadness and helplessness. Although they didn't want to face this situation, they could only sound the alarm and use a walkie-talkie to broadcast the message to the entire island.

"Attention!! Attention!! Enemy attack! Enemy attack! All armed groups, prepare for battle!! Enemy information unknown! Prepare for battle immediately!!"

The piercing alarm blared across the entire island in an instant, stunning many mercenaries and outlaws who were reveling in bars and nightclubs. It was the first time they had ever encountered such a situation.

The Haitian soldiers, who were patrolling the core area in their cars and chatting and laughing, reacted immediately upon hearing the alarm and notification, and headed seriously toward the central building.

Many of the technicians who were stationed in various locations chose to remain hidden and no longer show their faces in public.

"Assad is out!!" The technicians in the meeting hall immediately reported the situation to the organization, having seen an old man come down from the second floor and use a hidden camera to capture the scene.

"Is this Assad?"

The leader also saw the old man in camouflage military uniform with a white beard through the camera footage. He looked to be about seventy or eighty years old, but his physique was very robust.

"What's going on? What happened?!"

Assad was in a bad mood and stormed downstairs. Seeing the soldiers gathered outside, he immediately summoned his trusted lieutenant, the colonel who commanded the troops, and asked, "Have enemies intruded into my island? Who are they?"

The Haitian colonel, sweating profusely, had nothing to hide. Faced with the general's questioning, he stammered, because he had just been playing a group game with several pretty girls on the island when he heard the alarm, and he had only just pulled up his pants.

"Useless!! Useless!! All you know how to do is play around with women!! You're completely useless when it matters!"

Seeing his demeanor, Assad knew perfectly well that this guy was unreliable, and in a fit of anger, he kicked him, knocking the colonel to the ground.

The colonel quickly scrambled to his feet, barely daring to breathe. The officers standing beside him also remained silent.

"Who's on duty today? Call him over," Assad demanded.

The colonel quickly ordered his accompanying lieutenant to call for reinforcements, and the patrol captain who was summoned also quickly led his men over.

Seeing the general so angry, they felt a chill run down their spines.

Faced with the general's questioning, the black captain stammered, "Reporting to the general, we just received the news and are currently in contact with the intelligence department to inquire about the specific situation."

"What exactly is going on? Give me the phone! I'll talk to them myself!!"

Assad cursed angrily, then answered the phone on the operator's phone next to him, demanding, "This is Assad! What's the situation on your end? Where are the enemies? What are their identities? How many are there? What kind of equipment do they have?"

Faced with the general's sudden questioning, the security personnel in the monitoring room were caught off guard, their minds went blank, and they stammered, unable to speak properly.

"Speak!!" Assad shouted again.

The security personnel said with a bitter face, "Reporting to the general, we currently do not know the enemy's identity, nor how many of them there are."

"What do you mean? The enemy hasn't fully shown themselves yet?" Assad's expression softened, and he calmly said, "That's good. You must have spotted them while they were still in the port area. Are they those Cuban fruit and vegetable merchants? I knew their movements were a bit strange. Now, listen to my command! Immediately send out the mercenary teams from the outer perimeter to attack them! Shoot down their ships! Let them all sink!! The troops at the signal and power stations, stand by!"

"No, General, two-thirds of our signal and power stations on the island have been destroyed. The enemy has already landed on the island, and we don't yet know how many people and equipment they have," the security personnel stammered incoherently.

Assad was stunned. What are you talking about?

After realizing what was happening, Assad couldn't help but shout, "Are you saying that all the infrastructure on Laozi Island has been destroyed? The enemy has landed on the island? And you still don't know who the enemy is?"

"That's right." The security guard felt a chill run down his spine.

"Damn it!! I hired so many people to guard my territory, and I just had some fun with a woman, and you're telling me I've already lost two-thirds of my land? And I don't even know who my enemy is?"

Assad was so angry he laughed, his vision went black, his whole body trembled, and he was so angry he couldn't even speak.

He had assumed the enemy was merely loitering along the coastline, attempting to invade the island, and had been discovered by his reliable subordinates before they could act. That was fine, since they were still on his doorstep; he could immediately mobilize manpower to launch a strike—it would be harmless and have little impact.

I never imagined that my backyard had been infiltrated!

We don't even know who the enemy is!

They only reported the situation now?!

Two-thirds!

If the enemy has an anti-materiel sniper rifle, they'll already have it aimed at his head; if the enemy has missiles, they'll blow him into the house!

"Useless! Useless!!!" Assad was so enraged that his face turned red instantly. He cursed loudly, smashed the teacup, and overturned the table.

The soldiers nearby, witnessing this enraged scene, felt as if they were suffocating.

"We're at two-thirds complete now, General!"

The security personnel in the monitoring room didn't dare to breathe loudly, but they still gritted their teeth and reported the situation truthfully.

"What did you say?! What did you say?! Say it again!!!" Assad cursed, also somewhat doubting his own existence.

"Because another camera in the monitoring room has gone offline," the security guard said cautiously.

"Go to hell!! You stupid pig!! You idiot!! I'm going to shoot you!! You piece of trash!!" Assad's vision went black again, and he almost spat out a mouthful of blood.

(End of this chapter)