America: Starting with Daily Intelligence

Chapter 368 The Death Star Shines

After exploring the entire island of Solo, more than an hour had passed.

Captain Spike also informed the Grand Master that his men had packed everything up and moved it all onto the littoral combat ship, and that they could order a departure from the Solo Island waters and return to Silver Island at any time.

After receiving the message, Zhang Ailun simply informed the people at ACR, expressing his intention to leave and asking them to take him to the airport on Solo Island.

"Mr. Jin, please rest assured, we will handle the follow-up work on the island properly and will not cause you any trouble." Acr drove the leader to the airport and watched Zhang Ailun land on the Cirrus Fathead Shark, and said earnestly.

"I believe in your abilities. Goodbye." Zhang Ailun nodded, waved goodbye, boarded the plane, and closed the cabin door.

After fastening his seatbelt, he turned to Boketu and said, "Let's go back to Silver Island."

"Understood." Bocktu immediately started the plane, adjusted the electronic equipment, turned around, and sprinted off the runway, soaring into the sky and leaving Solo Island.

After recovering the Black Hawk helicopter and the sea speedboat, the littoral combat ship also started up the combat ship, turned around and left Solo Island, heading towards Silver Island.

The others, skilled in driving, flew to Silver Island in private planes from Solo Island.

Watching the warship and private plane depart, the gunmen team and ACR who remained on the island sighed with emotion. The big tiger had finally left, taking half of the island's wealth with him.

"Was that Mr. Jin just now? He doesn't seem like anything special, just average," one of the gunmen joked privately.

"You're so capable, why don't you try talking to me in person? Maybe when Mr. Jin has someone shove a 30mm naval gun up your ass and fire it, blowing you to pieces, you won't say that anymore," someone nearby quipped.

"I was just saying that..." The gunman immediately backed down.

"Alright, can we start dividing the spoils now? Assad's coffers still have over a billion dollars left! Where are the ACR people?" Many people started clamoring.

The people of Acr also adhered to the principles of fairness and justice, distributing the wealth they obtained according to the pre-arranged profit sharing. However, disputes inevitably arose, as many people coveted the leaves and drug-producing local products from the leaf greenhouses.

After all, it's a $20 billion shipment, and nobody wouldn't want to make more money! Mr. Kim might not want the shipment to avoid trouble, but they were penniless, high-risk, high-reward gunmen who certainly wouldn't let go of any opportunity to make money.

The bolder the people, the greater the harvest! You billionaire capitalists can never understand the feelings of these poor boys who came from the slums.

Acr respected those people's opinions and only offered them a word of advice. Seeing that it had no effect, he stopped talking about it.

They directly added those people's names to the expected death list.

You can't reason with those damned devils; for the sake of the organization's stability, they must distance themselves from these people!

Let's part amicably. The matter is settled. If anything goes wrong afterward, you'll have to bear the consequences yourself.

The Cirrus Fathead Shark arrived at Silver Island at 4 a.m. During this time, Zhang Ailun also received messages from Old Jack and Zorro, informing him that the team had officially started the operation and that the preliminary tasks had been completed during the day.

Zhang Ailun only inquired about the current situation and mission progress, and then stopped paying attention.

When the plane landed on Silver Island, Zhang Ailun asked Boketu to take some money out of his bag and distribute it to the technicians present, as well as the guerrilla members who had stayed up all night on guard duty.

The commander-in-chief received a substantial bonus and was all smiles.

He never expected that he would receive a tip from his boss once again simply for doing his job well, so he shouted the praises even louder!

"loyalty!!"

The group saluted with fervent eyes, wishing they could give their lives and follow their leader at all times.

Zhang Ailun only gave a few words in his speech and told them to go and rest early.

After the littoral combat ship arrived at Silver Island Harbor and confirmed that the supplies it brought back were correct, the leader rewarded all the personnel with a bonus and then returned to the island's residential area to rest.

Before going to sleep, I didn't forget to open the preliminary mission outline sent by Old Jack. After a thorough understanding, I was amazed by the assassin team's actions and also mourned for the enemy for a minute.

In the afternoon, Old Jack and his men obtained the prepared explosives and unnumbered Ghost Guns from Sig of the Thunderfire Nation, and then boarded a private plane to Clark County, Las Vegas.

That's right, Superman County was the starting point of their first action plan.

The Federal Reserve's behind-the-scenes financial group, which attempted to provoke the Grand Master, resided in a private estate in Clark County, but the Grand Master was clearly an old man who had long since died! Completely unaware that his own death omen was shining brightly.

After arriving in Clark County, Las Vegas, the assassin team first rented a room at a nearby motel and moved all their tools of the crime into the room.

Then Old Jack and Old Gun went to a local car rental company and rented two old Highlanders, paying a deposit of several hundred dollars.

The two drove the Highlander around the nearby towns and villages a few times to familiarize themselves with the terrain and scout out the location to make preparations, planning to take action late at night when everyone was quiet.

"The female boss downstairs seems to be giving me a strange look."

Zorro left his luggage at the motel, gathered everyone in his room, and took out a map to analyze the current situation.

"Then why don't you hurry up and win her over? Use your remaining manliness to conquer her! If you mess up the important task the boss assigned you because of this little thing, we'll definitely be in big trouble." Old Jack grinned and teased her.

The old gunman next to me was assembling gun parts and said, "When we first arrived during the day, Violet and I went to a KFC to buy fried chicken. We noticed that many local vendors were very wary and paid close attention to unfamiliar people from outside. They were always subtly probing us. The private estate where our target lived was also difficult to approach. The owner of this motel must have been paid too. If we can't get her on our side, she might choose to tip us off."

"Their security is very thorough; you could say they're terrified of death. But having offended our boss, he's doomed." Violet scoffed at this.

"I found out about a pest control company that has an appointment with the manor. They come to the manor every Saturday and Sunday to carry out pest control services. I think we can get our hands on that pest control vehicle and then use it to infiltrate the manor and try out our assassination plan."

The mouse sat on the table fiddling with the laptop and made a suggestion.

"Kid, you're right. People who work with technology tend to be smarter, huh?"

Old Jack praised him, then began assigning tasks to everyone, "Here's what we'll do: Old Cannon and I will take care of that bug-repelling vehicle and get our hands on it. Violet and Zorro will disguise themselves as bug-repelling workers to distract the manor's security personnel. You'll be in charge of deciphering the electronic equipment and cameras. Old Cannon and I will then infiltrate the mansion and wait for our opportunity to strike, and while we're at it, we'll also plant explosives on their flying vehicles. Even if one shot doesn't kill him, we can still crash the plane and kill him!"

"Is this so simple and brutal? Are you sure there won't be any accidents?" Everyone was somewhat hesitant about the old bandit's swift and decisive plan.

Old Jack scoffed, "Since we're all going to kill people anyway, why bother with all this roundabout stuff? I've already been very lenient by not just driving you all into the manor and shooting them all down! It's all to avoid attracting attention."

"Okay, I'll listen to you. Even if the plan fails, we won't alert them. At least their plane has already been loaded with explosives." Zorro nodded, assembled his gun, and put it away.

"Guys, let's get started! Show some professionalism! This isn't an easy task!"

"This is the vehicle address of that pest control company. It should be their break time now, and no one is in the office. I changed their back-office service hours and moved tomorrow's pest control work to tonight." Mouse immediately handed the paper with the address to Old Jack.

"Wait for our good news." Old Jack took the paper and went out with Old Gun, carrying their bags.

"I need to drive around and familiarize myself with the electronic equipment at their private estate. I need to be within at least 200 meters so I'm more confident I can hack into their systems. Violet, come with me." Mouse packed his things and put his laptop into his briefcase.

Violet had no objection and nodded, "Okay, I'll go with you." She grabbed her car keys and prepared to leave.

"We all have missions. What will you be responsible for?" Before leaving, Violet also looked at Zorro.

"Didn't you guys say I had to win over the motel owner?" Zorro flexed his biceps, confidently stating, "Don't worry, by the time you guys get back, I'll have her sorted out!!"

"I hope you really have the skills, and not just try to bribe them with money." Violet glanced at his small frame and immediately scoffed, "I have a few small blue pills here. I don't know if they'll be of any help to you, but just in case, you should take them."

"What do you mean...?" Zorro's face darkened instantly.

"What I mean is, you can't physically conquer someone like the boss does, using your own strengths." Violet showed no mercy, practically implying that he was short and weak.

Zorro felt a chill run down his spine, sensing that the other person was looking down on him.

But in the end, he took the small pill from her, muttering, "I'm sacrificing myself for the mission!"

"Good luck!" Violet chuckled, waved, and went out the door with Mouse.

Zorro watched them leave, muttering curses as he poured himself a glass of cold water, swallowed a small blue pill, rested for a bit, and then prepared to go out and flirt with the muscular motel owner.

I had just stepped out when I thought about it again. Considering how muscular the other person was, I felt it wasn't entirely safe, so I went back and took another pill. I sat inside for half an hour, feeling hot and warm all over, and couldn't stand it any longer, so I finally went out and downstairs.

"Hey! Boss! Do you have a moment right now?" Zorro came downstairs and immediately saw the receptionist, a man with a massive, dark, fleshy frame. He swallowed hard and greeted him.

"Hey there, sir. Your girlfriend went out with your friends. Didn't you go with them?" The black motel owner glanced at Zorro, her eyes lighting up. She greeted him and made a teasing remark.

"Oh, we've actually had a bit of a falling out, and she's not exactly my girlfriend. You know, sometimes I don't think she's all that great." Zorro shrugged. "We came here on vacation mostly to relax, and she's closer to my cousin."

"Of course, I understand how you feel, darling. I was heartbroken when my husband died, but I've come to terms with it since then." The proprietress warmly welcomed Zorro. "Come on, sit down, handsome young man. Look at you, you're so fair and delicate."

With its gaping maw, it immediately started taking advantage of the situation.

Zorro suppressed the effects of the drug and chatted with the landlady without changing his expression. He felt that she was not only physically strong, but also incredibly powerful!

Is this the strength of the black woman's arm? But he couldn't fight back and could only endure her groping.

His humorous remarks quickly made the proprietress burst into laughter. Zorro felt hot all over and, looking at the proprietress, thought that she was actually quite good-looking!

"I think we get along really well, we should go upstairs and talk. What do you think?" Zorro went straight to the point, putting his arm around the other's shoulder and inviting him upstairs.

"Honey, we've only just met. Actually, I'm a very conservative woman. Even though you look a lot like my deceased husband, I haven't dated anyone in a long time. But why is your face so red? Are you sick?" the landlady asked with concern.

"Because you're so beautiful, it makes my heart race and my body temperature rise. You're the gentlest and most considerate woman I've ever met. If I had met you sooner, I would definitely have chosen to marry you!!" Zorro blurted out without thinking. "I don't care about skin color or race. I only know that we are destined for each other. Do you believe in God?"

"Honey, of course I'd love to. But your friends should be back soon, right?"

"What friends? I don't know them." Zorro slammed the hotel door shut and hurriedly pulled the landlady upstairs.

"Good heavens, you're in such a hurry! Oh my god, now I finally know why you're in such a rush." ​​Soon, the theme song of a paid program started playing in the room.

Meanwhile, Old Jack and Old Gun also began to act according to plan, driving around the streets and arriving at the backyard where the pest control company parked.

After getting out of the car, Old Jack glanced around. It was late at night, and no one was around. He immediately called on Old Pao to start their operation, scaling the wall and entering the backyard to steal the car.

"Are we just going to start like this, all fresh and clean?" The veteran still hesitated about the actions of the ruthless bandit, Old Jack.

"Stop talking nonsense, just listen to me, you won't go wrong," old Jack boasted. "Have I told you about my battles of wits with the CIA? I've robbed so much money, committed so many cases, and those sons of bitches can't do anything to me. Now all I'm doing is getting a car!"

"You're right." The old man nodded, decisively believing the words of his senior in the underworld.

(End of this chapter)