America: Starting with Daily Intelligence

Chapter 367 The Emperor's Harem

After quickly dealing with the armory and treasury, Zhang Ailun led his men to the Yezi greenhouse area and drug processing plant to meet with members of the ACR organization.

After learning of the arrival of the leader, the hacker think tank team prepared a meeting ceremony. Seeing several cars parked on the side of the road in the Yezi greenhouse area, and the leader getting out of the car, they hurriedly went over to greet him.

"Mr. Jin, hello! I am White Dove from the Acr organization. These are my colleagues in the organization. This should be our first time meeting in person. It is truly an honor for Acr to be able to cooperate with you."

Zhang Ailun looked at the unassuming Bai Ge, whose face was of mixed Latin descent, nodded, and shook hands. "Hello, Bai Ge."

The others quickly came over and introduced themselves: "Mr. Jin, hello, I'm Cougar." "I'm Green Goblin."

"I am a donut."

"..." Donut? That's not a good name.

Zhang Ailun nodded and shook hands with each of them, saying, "Hello, I'm also very happy to meet you. The success of this joint operation is inseparable from your efforts."

"It's all thanks to Mr. Kim's firepower support. Without your littoral combat ship missile support, we would probably have had to run away in the end. After all, Assad's forces are still very powerful. At least the Colombian guerrillas and South American drug lords don't dare to provoke him."

The members of the Acr organization were also aware that their success was inseparable from their leader, so even when it came time to part ways amicably and divide the spoils, they dared not be too ostentatious.

"But rest assured, we haven't revealed a single word about your littoral combat ships or personnel. This matter has nothing to do with you; it was all an internal operation on our part. We secretly stole your equipment! You are also a victim!"

"Afterwards, you learned about this and it's understandable that you were angry. It would have been best to issue some arrest warrants for our organization on the dark web. We would also have people take on the task of issuing these warrants, so that no one else would have anything to do. They would only see that you spared no effort to eliminate us! We also paid a very heavy price, having many people communicate and negotiate with you to calm your anger! What do you think of this story?" White Dove asked tentatively.

Zhang Ailun's expression turned strange upon hearing this. He hadn't expected them to have thought of everything. After considering it for a moment, he felt there was no problem; the other party had taken all the issues into account.

After all, the fact that a littoral combat ship fired its guns at Solo Island is something that anyone with a keen eye could easily uncover if they looked into the details. At least on the surface, the littoral combat ship is the private property of the leader, and there must be someone who knows that the ship was stolen by the ACR organization, and that the leader has any involvement in the incident.

Although it won't cause much trouble for the Grand Master, it will still have some impact. If some foolish young man really believes this and thinks he can steal the battleship, then even a small-time crook like Karami will think about borrowing the Grand Master's battleship.

"Let's do as you say."

After exchanging a few pleasantries, Zhang Ailun looked at the Haitian black soldiers squatting by the roadside being guarded by the gunmen's team. He then followed the ACR people to visit the leaf greenhouse area and the interior of the drug processing plant. The drugs were made entirely by hand, much like the scenes in movies and TV shows.

The leaves were also a vibrant green, growing vigorously. This lively scene of all things thriving was right before my eyes.

They asked, "What are your plans regarding these drugs?"

Bai Ge replied, "We've already filmed the videos and taken the photos, and provided them to our media friends. They'll also be sending people over for an on-site investigation. Besides that, we'd also like to hear your opinion. Do you have any thoughts on this?"

They were tentatively observing the leader's expression. If the leader showed any interest in these valuable local specialties, they would definitely mobilize the old black men to pack up some and take them away for the leader.

Captain Spike approached the helmsman and whispered, "Commander, the $30 billion in assets on the island doesn't include these drugs. If we include them in Assad's assets, the leaves and flour in these greenhouses are worth at least $20 billion! Assad has roughly $50 billion in assets!"

"Then burn it. Keeping this kind of thing around will only harm people." Zhang Ailun gave the order to destroy it without hesitation after hearing the order, not letting the $20 billion cloud his judgment.

"Of course, if you have any special ideas, I won't stop you; after all, it's your freedom. You've probably been involved in a lot of smuggling transactions in private before, haven't you?"

The Grand Master then looked at the Acr organization with a smile.

The hacker team, of course, knew what their leader meant. Although they were very interested in these drugs, they still maintained a serious demeanor on the surface, saying, "We definitely won't let these things circulate. Once the media has finished gathering evidence, we'll destroy them! Otherwise, what's the difference between us and Assad if we break the law? Obtaining Assad's billions in assets would be enough for us to live on for a while."

"I'm afraid that's not enough. You can easily sell these leaves and flour behind my back, and I can't stop you," Zhang Ailun said with a smile.

Even if the very next day our smear campaign of drug trafficking appears on the desks of major media outlets...

Then the crime is compounded, you betrayed him relentlessly, reported him to the DEA, and he was wanted and relentlessly pursued by the Americans all over the world!

Our newly formed friendship capsized in no time.

Bai Ge inwardly scoffed, perfectly aware of the leader's thoughts. They already knew his character well; he deeply abhorred drugs and drug cartels, maintained connections with the anti-narcotics bureau, and was quick to turn on anyone. While not exactly treacherous, he was certainly utterly devoid of martial ethics!

The fire in Aragua serves as a cautionary tale.

They just paid the toll, and you immediately reported them. Reporting them wasn't enough; you even razed their entire stronghold in Texas.

The Grand Master couldn't survive in the underground organization; otherwise, given his current reputation, he'd be infamous in the industry and wouldn't be able to get a single penny from loan sharks. Because he definitely wouldn't pay back the money he borrowed!

If their ACR organization only aims to overthrow Assad and obtain his dirt and assets, that's understandable, since they've freed so many slaves and trafficked minors, which is a good deed and increases their positive international influence.

If they accumulate wealth while doing the same things as Assad, their negative international impact will skyrocket, and they themselves will be the second to be brought down!

"We won't take that shipment, but we can't guarantee that our gunmen won't embezzle these local specialties. After all, we're just business partners. Now that the mission is complete, it's time to split the profits. Let's part ways amicably. If we don't let them sell drugs, they might have some complaints," Bai Ge said.

Gunmen are no better than outlaws. They're all gunmen, doing illegal things. How could they be good people? They only obey orders because of money.

"Then let them take it. They can take as much as they want now and then give it back later." Zhang Ailun waved his hand. "You don't need to tell me this. Maybe my friends in the narcotics bureau will be interested."

"Understood." The Acr member nodded.

I'm thinking of warning those gunmen when the time comes, telling them to stop eyeing the $20 billion worth of drugs and to obediently destroy them all, otherwise even Jesus couldn't save them.

But the effect probably won't be significant, otherwise these roughnecks wouldn't have dared to participate in this operation just for money.

In their view, not making money when you can is the mark of a bastard, and blocking someone's path to wealth is like killing their parents; no one can change that.

The Acr organization immediately made preparations to mourn and commemorate their teammate.

They've got these drugs under close surveillance. If there's any evidence of them being sold, and the route leads to Miami or New York, then not only will the seller be killed, but the buyer will be killed too! They'll just report them to the DEA.

After discussing with the other party how to properly handle the drugs, Zhang Ailun also asked, "Have you dealt with the encrypted hard drive videos containing information about South American officials and the island's dirty secrets?"

"It's all sorted out. Although the hard drive was damaged intentionally, it wasn't that serious. Thanks to the efforts of our technicians, the data has been recovered," the Acr representative replied immediately. "We also plan to share some of this data with our media friends, and sell the rest to WikiLeaks."

"Really? But I'm quite interested in these videos too," Zhang Ailun said.

"We have already made a copy of the data. If Mr. Jin is interested, he can keep it." Acr thoughtfully took out a spare USB drive and handed it to the leader. "However, Mr. Jin, you'd better not sell these videos, otherwise it will affect their actual value."

"You underestimate me. I'm not the kind of person who's greedy for money. These videos won't get out of my possession, and I don't want to get involved with those South American officials."

Zhang Ailun waved his hand, put the USB drive away, and prepared to keep it as a collectible.

"The island's vault and cash total approximately $30 billion. As we agreed before, 50% of that will be your share of the profits. However, I've taken the gold and some of the cash. The remaining collectibles and cash can be given to you. I don't think you have any objections to that, right?" Zhang Ailun asked again.

It's okay if you have opinions, just keep them to yourself. What the Grand Master gives you is yours; what he doesn't want to give you, you can't take even if you insist.

"Of course, no objection. Assad's collection is also very valuable, and it's easy for us to handle it through our channels." The ACR representative nodded in agreement, showing great foresight.

A flawless version after careful inspection!

"This island is also very valuable, but it wasn't included in the statistics. What are your plans for dealing with it?" Zhang Ailun asked again.

"Although the island's buildings and location are valuable, we can't take them with us. After Assad's scandals are exposed, more people will definitely visit the island. Maybe a big conglomerate will take a liking to it and buy it from Assad. But it's not of much value to us, so let's just hand it over to someone else," the ACR member answered honestly.

As for the large conglomerates interested in the island, whether they are militants or drug lords, it's none of their business. Even if they take it from Assad for free, it won't affect them.

"OK." Zhang Ailun nodded in satisfaction and immediately ordered Captain Spike to mobilize manpower to move gold and cash from the vault to Silver Island.

Then, the goods were transported by air and sea to Jehovah Island and stored in the treasury.

The Grand Master's haul tonight is at least $15 billion.

The ACR organization then invited the leader to go for a drive and tour of Solo Island. Zhang Ailun also took a car to the core area. After arriving at the bar and nightclub, he saw long queues of scantily clad dancers, as well as underage girls and boys.

The gunmen and frogmen are filming them with handheld cameras and documenting in detail how they arrived at Solo Island.

Zhang Ailun wasn't very interested in this; he only sat in the car for a few minutes to look around before having someone drive him to the next place.

Arriving at the luxury villa district in the heart of the island, the area was brightly lit and bustling with activity. There were at least several hundred people, all of them women.

The gunmen chatted and laughed as they guarded the entrance, while the ACR members took photos as evidence and tried to calm the women down. However, the group was too large to manage, and several gunmen were attempting to harass and seduce Assad's harem.

The leader looked at the women in the crowd, dressed in luxury brand clothing. They were all fair-skinned, beautiful, and had long legs. They were all very well-endowed, like models.

A member of the ACR organization also explained: "The women living here are all female models and celebrities who were coerced and lured here by Assad through various means, as well as football babes, who are also part of his harem."

Although the leader of the sect had prepared himself mentally, he was still shocked to see hundreds of women gathered there chattering away.

Listening to the women recount how Assad took turns sleeping with them on weekdays, and what methods he preferred. For example, Wednesdays and Thursdays were for women with big breasts, Fridays and Saturdays for women with big butts, and Sundays and Mondays for women who were good in bed. Tuesdays were for rest, and so on.

Among those most favored by Assad were women with hot figures, large butts, or those with special skills such as teachers, doctors, models, or highly educated students with doctoral degrees.

Moreover, hundreds of people are queuing up to serve Assad, and many haven't even had their turn yet.

Even the Grand Master couldn't help but sigh, "Damn, this old Deng really knows how to play some tricks."

This treatment is so good, I wouldn't trade it for an emperor.

Assad lives like a local tyrant in his small territory on Soro Island.

It turns out that people who have no conscience and are ruthless can really live a very comfortable life.

"Mr. Jin, are there any girls here that you like? Don't worry, many of these women come here for money. Even if they are initially resistant, they see that as long as the people around them flatter Assad, he will spend money to buy them all kinds of expensive jewelry. Over time, they themselves become corrupt. As long as you are willing to pay, they are willing to serve you."

A member of the ACR organization said, "That's why we didn't stop the gunmen's team from contacting them. The soldiers had just finished fighting and needed to find a place to vent their emotions."

"Forget it, I'm not interested." Zhang Ailun shook his head, directly rejecting their offer.

They probably weren't too happy about Assad's downfall, since a source of income and a major financial backer had just disappeared.

The Grand Master had no interest in dealing with such a large harem; he'd rather leave it to the other Yuan people. He said, "Let's go check out the next place."

"OK".

Seeing that their leader wasn't interested, the members of the Acr organization immediately changed direction and drove to the next location.

(End of this chapter)