America: Starting with Daily Intelligence

Chapter 370 Invasion

"Why me?"

Violet had no objection to the matter, but Zorro couldn't help but complain, "Guys, my legs are shaking right now. Can you give me an easier job?"

"No," the mouse replied directly.

Before Zorro could ask why, he gave his reason: "Look at you, you look so weak, it's obvious you've been staying up too late. Having to go out to work at this hour, a normal person wouldn't have a rosy complexion, nor would they look like an old man. Of all of us, you're the only one suitable for this job!"

"In addition, Lao Pao will be responsible for cooperating with Lao Jack. Lao Jack has done a lot of robberies and is a very experienced old hand. It is also suitable for him to enter the room and take care of the target."

"Violet is supposed to be a beauty, but in reality, what beauty would do pest control? She'd be better off doing delivery services," Zorro said indignantly.

"That's right, so you're doing all the pest control work by yourself. Violet is only responsible for chatting with the security personnel. Although she works for the pest control company, she's actually a socialite who desperately wants to marry into a wealthy family! Her main job is as a prostitute."

The mouse had already laid out the personas: "From what I understand, private estates are frequented by many beautiful women who dress up as employees of various industries, hoping to have a chance encounter with the estate owner. Quite a few have actually succeeded. Therefore, the security personnel pay the least attention to these beautiful women, and there are even transactions involving them, because they are already used to it."

Violet gave him a thumbs up after hearing this. Look at the intelligence he did!

Zorro took a deep breath and finally gave in, nodding helplessly in agreement: "Okay, I'll do the pest control."

The group then began to work out an action plan, discussing it for more than ten minutes before finalizing the tasks.

"Okay, let's double-check. I'll be in charge of waiting for the car and providing backup, hacking into the manor's security system, and maintaining communication and command. Old Jack will be responsible for going in through the back door and taking down the target. Old Cannon will be responsible for setting up a sniper rifle from the high ground to eliminate any risks. Violet and Zorro will be responsible for going through the front door and installing explosives on the aircraft. Does anyone have any objections?" Mouse asked.

"No." Several people shook their heads.

"Okay, adjust the time." Mouse took out his watch, adjusted the time, and said, "The current time is 23:26:47."

"Accurate."

"Correct."

"I'm 4 seconds off," Zorro said.

After saying that, he checked the time with the person next to him, adjusted the time on his watch, and nodded. "Okay! The current time is 23:27:04."

"No mistake." The group nodded.

"Set off!!"

After saying that, everyone packed their things, took their handbags, and went out the door.

After going downstairs, they inevitably ran into the motel owner. Seeing them leave, she greeted them warmly, "Honey, want to go out for dinner?"

"Honey's calling you." Old Gun winked at Zorro and nudged him on the shoulder.

Zorro forced a smile and walked over. "Yeah, darling, wanna come along?"

"Oh, I think we should forget it." The proprietress glanced at the faces of the group and immediately refused, "I have to stay in the shop and can't go out, but you'd better come back early because I have to close up shop before one o'clock."

"Could we go a little later? We're going to have a really wild time out there, and motels don't close at night, do they?" Violet said.

"It's not very safe here at night, so we need to close the door, but I can give you a spare key. Or you can call me when you come back."

The proprietress winked at Zorro and gave him a flirtatious look.

So this is the real reason you closed down? You were afraid I wouldn't call you upstairs to sleep when I got back, weren't you?

Zorro reluctantly agreed to their request and then turned and left with the others.

Once inside, Old Jack and Old Gun rode in the Highlander, while Zorro and Violet rode in the pest control company's van, put on their work clothes, and donned their headsets.

"Can you hear me?" Mouse got into the Highlander by himself, turned on the computer, and started a chat channel.

"Of course we can hear it, very clearly," the others replied.

"Let's go then." After Mouse finished speaking, the Highlander next to him started up.

Old Jack drove the vehicle, reversed out of the parking space, turned around, and stepped on the gas, driving away from the street.

The pest control company's bread truck followed suit, slowly and leisurely leaving the street.

As the two cars drove away one after the other, Mouse started his own car and followed.

A dozen minutes later, Mouse drove the Highlander to a stop in an alley not far from the private estate, turned off the engine, parked the car, opened the electronic topographic map on the computer, and called a few people on the channel.

"I have arrived at the destination." Old Jack drove and stopped in a grove of trees a few dozen meters away from the private estate.

After turning off the engine and getting out of the car, he and Lao Pao opened the trunk, took out the silenced rifle and pistol from the briefcase, loaded them with subsonic bullets, took off their coats, changed into black night clothes, and put on hoods, looking like petty thieves!

The veteran changed into the same outfit, carried a briefcase, and headed uphill. He quickly climbed a large tree, sat on a branch that could support his weight, set up his sniper rifle, and aimed at the brightly lit private estate.

He chewed a piece of gum and said into his voice headset, "The veteran is ready."

"Violet and Zorro have also arrived at the manor," Violet reported shortly after.

The veteran immediately aimed his sniper scope at the entrance. Mouse also hacked into the private estate's security system, accessed the gatekeeper's camera, and simultaneously translated the audio coming from the screen.

"Number Two awaits action."

Old Jack replied, "Okay, I'll move whenever you tell me to."

Zorro drove the pest control company's van to a sudden stop in front of the private estate. Several black bodyguards at the gate saw the pest control company's logo and immediately came over. "Hey, what are you doing? This is private property. Parking is prohibited. Get out of here."

Violet lowered the passenger window, greeted them warmly, and handed them a printed document. "Hello, we are staff from a pest control company. We have a pest control service appointment with you, and this is our order."

The Black bodyguard took the order, glanced at it, and immediately said, "I need to speak with our butler. Please wait a moment."

"Of course, I'd be happy to wait for your instructions. Even though your boss is booking 'services' in the middle of the night, as long as you pay, it's fine." Violet winked and casually unzipped the collar of her work uniform.

Old Hei couldn't resist such teasing. He glanced at the bra size that was hard to hold in one hand, and his eyes widened immediately. He then took out his walkie-talkie to ask the security personnel about the situation.

Upon receiving the message, the security personnel at the private estate immediately accessed their work schedule on their computer and confirmed that a pest control service appointment had indeed been made.

"Why are you killing bugs in the middle of the night?" The security personnel found it a bit strange.

"The purpose is probably not to kill insects. Did you see that hot woman in the passenger seat? WTF, she looks just like my dream girl." The security guard next to him stared wide-eyed.

"Perhaps you could ask her if she has any free time after she finishes work? And while you're at it, ask her what her fees are," another person said.

Why didn't you ask?

"But I'm still working, aren't I?"

"Did our supervisor order this?"

He took the day off today; he's not here.

The security personnel exchanged information and replied to the bodyguard that they could let the vehicle pass, but they would need to check whether the vehicle was carrying any dangerous items.

"Fxxk! If there are any dangerous items, this woman is definitely the most dangerous one." The black bodyguard cursed and then led the others over to inspect the vehicle.

"We need to confirm that there are no dangerous items in the vehicle before we can let it go," Lao Hei truthfully informed the two people in the vehicle.

"Of course, you can certainly check more thoroughly, since we only have insecticide and work tools in our vehicle." Violet smiled slightly. "Would you like me to get out of the car so you can check?"

"Of course," Old Hei said, trying to appear calm.

"Why does this plot feel a little familiar..." Zorro gasped, it was just like the plot of those adult films he had watched.

He turned off the engine, removed the key, got out of the car, and opened the trunk. Several black men gathered around to inspect it and found that it only contained insecticide, work clothes, and a spray bottle. They checked everything inside and out, including the seats, center console, and glove compartment.

Old Hei even professionally lay down on the ground and used a flashlight to check the undercarriage of the car, but found nothing and couldn't find anything.

Seeing this, they didn't make things too difficult for Zorro and his companion, nodding, "Okay, the vehicle can go in now. We'll also need to check your clothes, is that alright?"

Zorro remained expressionless. "Buddy, do I look like a terrorist? We've never been treated like this even when we were working as service workers at City Hall. Do you think I can carry gunpowder or a bomb in my pocket?"

He immediately put his hand in his pocket, took it out, but there was nothing there.

Old Hei didn't indulge him and went over to investigate him, touching him left and right.

Violet followed a bodyguard to the side, letting him check her pockets, but he found nothing there either.

The bodyguards nodded and said, "Thank you for your cooperation. This is part of our job, and we hope you can understand. Our boss certainly doesn't want any negligence in our work."

"Guys, you guys are so dedicated to your work, how much does your boss pay you?" Zorro asked.

"Buddy, I can't tell you this, it's a trade secret," Old Hei said awkwardly.

"Come on, Paul, our boss only pays us $28 an hour. And that's for the night shift."

This black man was so dedicated, but his black bodyguard next to him wasn't so cooperative and made a complaint.

Then he waved his hand, "You can go in now. We're all just working people, why make things difficult for us? Look at him, he looks weak and sickly, obviously from staying up too late! I wouldn't believe he's a terrorist! If he's a thief, have you ever seen a thief come with a female companion? What could he possibly steal?"

"I don't know him," Violet said. Several Black men turned to look at her, puzzled. She simply shrugged and confessed, "I've known him for less than two hours, you understand?"

"I understand. How much do you charge? Can I add your contact information?" The experienced black men immediately inquired about the price.

"I only need $500."

"500 a night?" Old Hei was somewhat surprised.

"A set meal costs 500 yuan, and it's for one hour. Isn't that a reasonable price?" Violet said with a smile.

"Hurry up and leave."

Old Hei waved his hand dismissively, unable to resist complaining, "So expensive! Is it gold-plated or silver-plated? The last time a model came to my door only cost $280, and that was for an overnight stay."

This isn't just fooling naive kids! Do you think they don't know anything about the market? They know a thing or two about this!

Violet immediately turned around and got into the car, rolling her eyes. "Poor bastard."

Zorro, also sitting in the driver's seat, joked, "Okay, guys, open the door for us."

The black bodyguards had no further doubts, because this was a price they simply couldn't afford.

He took out his walkie-talkie and contacted the back office. Soon the door opened.

Zorro drove the pest control company van straight in and successfully entered the private estate. Then, following the mouse's prompts, he drove to the backyard work area.

After getting off the bus, Zorro took out his work tools, haphazardly mixed some insecticide, poured it into a spray bottle, and carried it on his back.

Taking advantage of the fact that no one was around and the security cameras were being controlled by their own people, he couldn't help but lean closer to Violet and ask in a low voice, "Where did you hide the clay explosives? Weren't they on you? They were so thorough just now, how come they didn't find them?"

"Don't ask." Violet's expression remained unchanged. "Anyway, it's a place they'll never find in their lifetime."

"Oh." Zorro nodded and clicked his tongue. He remembered that clay explosives were soft, right? They could be molded into any shape, right?

The look in her eyes as she turned to look at Violet also changed slightly.

Awesome.

"Fxxk! What kind of look is that? You're overthinking it!" Violet cursed. "I just put the explosives in the inner pocket."

"That's alright then." Zorro said, somewhat disappointed.

"Idiot." Violet gave you the middle finger fiercely. "When we get back, I'm going to have your boss dock your pay!"

"I don't get a salary, I only get bonuses."

"Then I'll deduct half of your bonus!"

"..."

Seeing that they had successfully infiltrated the manor without any incidents, Mouse immediately informed Old Jack on the other side, "Number One has successfully entered the manor. The manor's security personnel are currently patrolling and will meet to change shifts in five minutes, with a one-minute gap in between."

"Received." Old Jack received the message, immediately slung his backpack and weapons over his shoulder, gestured to the old cannon in the tree, and after receiving a response, bent down and nimbly approached the manor.

Five minutes later, Lao Pao spotted the departing security personnel through the scope, immediately turned on the infrared beam to shine at Lao Jack's feet, and then quickly turned it off again.

At the same time, the mouse also notified: "You can move now. I have marked the route for you, and the camera will not be watching that area for the next minute."

Old Jack immediately leaped up, clung to the lawn atop the wall, and then scaled the wall into the yard, heading straight for the villa area of ​​the estate as if he were in his element.

The old gunman's infrared beam was also aimed at the ground, helping him plan a route. Old Jack quickly moved through the yard and approached the villa, the red dot also aiming at a window.

He pushed the window open with a gentle push, climbed over, and disappeared. The window was tightly shut.

The fact that they were able to infiltrate so easily suggests that, apart from the cameras being compromised, the only other reason is that there was no broken glass or high-voltage power lines on the manor's walls.

Old Gun sat on a tree branch watching Old Jack enter the villa, and reported into his earpiece: "The operation was successfully completed, and Number Two has entered the target area."

(End of this chapter)