America: Starting with Daily Intelligence

Chapter 372 Retreat

Mouse immediately notified the pest control team on the other side of the mission's success, instructing them to quickly install explosives on the aircraft and then make a safe escape.

"By tomorrow morning, when they find they can't wake up the target, they'll definitely notice something amiss and urgently notify a private doctor to come and examine him. But they won't be able to find anything; they'll just think he's been infected with some kind of virus and needs to be flown to Clark County's largest private hospital for treatment. But during the flight, the plane will go out of control due to an explosive detonation, resulting in a crash, death, and the destruction of the body. No one will know it was us."

The mouse confidently declared that it had already arranged the script for the other party's ending.

Zorro and Violet received the message and tried their best to get close to the helipad. As soon as they arrived, they saw the security personnel on duty. An elderly man was sitting in a chair playing with his phone and chuckling to himself.

Upon seeing the two approach, the old man immediately dissuaded them, saying, "Hey, are you from a pest control company? There aren't any pests for you to kill here. You shouldn't be here."

"I didn't want to come either, but this lady wants to provide you with erotic services," Zorro said.

Violet glared at him, then, to the old man's bewildered expression, she quickly moved closer. "Hey, darling, are you feeling tired from working overtime here? I happen to be a professional masseuse, I can provide you with some massage services."

"I don't have any money for you, and wouldn't accepting your services just make me feel more tired?" The old man was somewhat tempted, but still cautiously refused her. "Miss, you shouldn't be here. Leave quickly. Don't worry, because you're so pretty, I won't say a word."

"It's free. Your boss paid for it, so everyone gets a share. I've already served others. Are you sure you don't need it? How about we go somewhere secluded?" Violet launched into a shameless attempt to seduce him.

The old man was immediately tempted. He sized up the hot, charming woman and said, "Free? Are you sure? Darling, what's your name?"

"You can call me Annie," Violet said, giving her pseudonym, which she used when traveling the world.

"Annie, what a lovely name, darling. Of course I'd love to accept your service. I also want to thank my boss for being so considerate of his employees! No wonder he's a billionaire!"

The old man was beaming from ear to ear. He immediately put away his phone, grabbed Violet's hand, and ran to the nearby grove of trees, hurriedly starting to take off his clothes. "Don't worry, Annie, there are no cameras here. I prefer being outdoors to being in the house or car, I hope you don't mind!"

"Of course I don't mind, but I think you should take one of these, how about it?" Violet took the small pill out of her pocket and handed it to him.

"What brand is this? It tastes a bit strange." The old man thought for a moment and felt it was necessary. Without any suspicion, he swallowed the small pill. After savoring it, he felt that it was a bit different from the pills he had taken before.

"Are you ready with just ordinary blue pills?" Violet asked with concern.

"Of course, I'm in great shape! But why do I feel a little dizzy? Wait, something's not right..."

The old man stared at the violets, feeling dizzy and his breathing became rapid. He felt his eyelids drooping, and then he lost his balance and fell into a deep sleep.

Violet immediately checked and found that he had already fainted. She immediately gave Zorro a hand signal, "It's done! He won't wake up for several hours, and he definitely won't remember what happened by the next day."

Chemical sprays and pills sold on the dark web are commonly used in bars and strip clubs, often targeting attractive female high school students, female college students, and young men.

The drug is potent and fast-acting, and most importantly, it can make people forget what happened. However, excessive dosage can also easily lead to dementia.

Zorro was unsurprised by this; this kind of junk was far inferior to the Twilight Lover potion. He immediately walked over and said, "I'll provide cover for you. You go and install the explosives on the flying vehicles."

"Okay." Violet took out clay explosives from her person, went to the private plane, opened the cabin door, took out tools to dismantle the aircraft's partitions, and began to install explosives inside the inconspicuous parts.

Zorro dragged the unconscious old man to the seats on the tarmac, put him back in the seat, and pretended that he was still on duty but was actually slacking off and sleeping, while in reality he had already passed out.

In just a few minutes, the two men installed the explosives and connected the engine ignition circuit in the cabin. The countdown timer was five minutes long. The amount of explosives was not large, but the timer would start as soon as the plane started. At that time, the plane would be flying at high altitude. If the explosion occurred, the plane would lose power and control, and a crash would be almost certain to result in death!

Having finished everything, Zorro also notified Mouse on the other side that they had successfully installed the clay explosives.

Mouse immediately replied, "Clean up the scene, don't leave any unnecessary traces, you can now evacuate from the current area."

"Besides pesticide residue and insecticide, there won't be any extra traces here. Even if they investigate, it's the pest control company's responsibility." After Zorro finished speaking, he and Violet began to persuade them to leave, and they arrived at the place where the pest control company's vehicles were parked.

Along the way, they encountered the patrolling security team again. Seeing the two of them packing up their pest control equipment, the team members were somewhat surprised. "You've already finished your work? So fast? Who exactly called you here to provide this service?"

"You can think about which quick-draw it is. Okay, I have to go to the next place. See you next time, handsome guys. You can call me anytime." Violet waved her hand and got into the pest control company's van.

Zorro put the props in the trunk, sat in the driver's seat, started the car, reversed out of the parking space, turned the steering wheel, and stepped on the gas to drive away from the work area.

"This money is so easy to make!!" The security guard couldn't help but complain, "Who ordered the service? If he wasn't good enough, I could have taken over! The most outrageous thing is that he didn't choose to take drugs to prolong the time."

"It's probably old Monte. He's got so much money he doesn't know what to do with it, and he's also a quick shooter." The group couldn't help but feel envious and jealous.

The pest control company's van arrived at the front gate, and after greeting the black bodyguard at the gate, they also chose to contact the security team to open the gate.

"So fast? It hasn't even been two hours." The group of Black men looked incredulous. Several hundred dollars in service fees gone so quickly?

He then asserted confidently, "Those who need your service are definitely white, right?"

"You guessed right, but there's no reward. If you're interested, you can contact me privately. If you perform well, I can give you a discount. 8.5% off for one hour, 7% off for two hours, and 9% off for three hours." Violet winked. "I'll even pay you $200 for a 9-inch!"

"Nobody can do it for three hours, not even on drugs," Old Black said confidently. "Nine inches? Maybe I can achieve that with surgery someday."

"Then there's nothing to discuss. See you another day." Violet waved her hand. Seeing the gate to the courtyard open, Zorro immediately stepped on the gas and drove away from the private estate.

The few Black bodyguards left at the gate exchanged bewildered glances, then couldn't help but mutter, "F***ing, nobody believes a word she says. Did any of you write down her contact information?"

"Don't worry, I've added her as a friend. I'll call her another day and ask her to come over so I can see how her service is," Old Black said from the side. "I'll make her cry!!"

"Oh, man, I hope you really are that capable," several people teased.

"Stop joking. If he were really as strong as he claims, his wife wouldn't have hired a fitness trainer from Africa," the black man next to him joked. "The other one is the real idiot."

"Fxxkyou!" Old Hei turned red immediately after hearing that.

On the other side, Old Jack and Old Cannon also got into the car. Old Cannon nimbly climbed down from the tree, put away his sniper rifle, sat in the driver's seat, started the Highlander, and drove away from the grove.

"The mission went smoothly, not difficult at all." The veteran felt that he had taken care of the target without doing anything, even easier than last time.

"Without sufficient intelligence support, you'd probably have been captured the moment you arrived, completely clueless about how to deal with the enemy," Mouse said. "So I deserve a large portion of the credit!"

Old Jack scoffed at this, saying, "Without my cooperation, you would definitely have to go through a lot more trouble."

Then he flipped to the next page of the schedule and said to Lao Pao, "The next one is the owner of a mansion in the next county. This guy is gay and keeps several obscure male celebrities and gigolos at home. Every night he goes out to order takeout on the street, and even homeless people. Maybe you can go and give it a try."

The old man's face darkened: "Forget it, I think it's more reasonable to just put explosives in his car. Doesn't he have a club party tomorrow? This guy likes to drink and drive and likes to do drugs. Let's just tamper with his car and make him crash on the highway."

"I think it's a good idea," Old Jack nodded.

On the other side, Mouse started the vehicle and left the alley, notifying Lao Pao and the other two to return to the motel to meet up.

Zorro and Violet were responsible for transporting the bread truck back to the pest control company's backyard. Mouse went to pick them up along the way, and twenty minutes later, the two arrived at the motel one after the other. After getting out of the car, they high-fived each other to celebrate the success of the mission.

"Should we send the results to the boss?" Mouse asked.

"He should be asleep by now, so let's not disturb him," Violet said.

"Impossible! That kid's probably playing games with his girlfriend right now." Old Jack scoffed. "If you guys won't send it, I will."

I sent it directly to the Grand Master, but I didn't receive a reply.

"He probably went to bed early today," old Jack said dismissively, stubbornly insisting.

"Instead of reporting to the boss, I think we should call the motel owner as soon as possible. We need to get some rest. We have business to attend to at the next place tomorrow, and it's already past two o'clock," Mouse reminded.

The group all looked at Zorro.

Zorro steeled himself and took out his phone to make a call. The motel owner answered quickly, "Hello?"

"Honey, it's me. We're back, but your motel is closed. Could you come and open the door for us?" Zorro said immediately.

"Of course, wait for me!" The Black woman hung up the phone after saying that, and a few Black youths arrived a short while later.

Seeing the group of people at the door, the black man in the lead greeted them, "Hey, which one of you is Jim?"

"I am Jim," Zorro replied, looking at them with a puzzled expression. "Who are you?"

"This motel is owned by my family," the young Black man said, then took out his key and opened the door for them. "Alright, the door's open for you guys. Go upstairs and get some rest. Don't wander around at night; it's not safe here. My mom'll be here in a bit."

After saying that, he stared at Zorro for a few moments, then turned and left.

Before leaving, I overheard a few Black people nearby muttering, "WTF, man, did this guy really sleep with your mom?"

"Bullshit! Absolutely impossible!"

"Come on, Bro, your mom's a complete bitch. Last time I stayed overnight at your place, she even tried to seduce me. Everyone here knows your mom's boyfriends are practically never the same, and they're all from out of town!"

"Fxxkyou!" the young black man cursed viciously, but didn't say anything more, and the group quickly left.

Old Jack and the others exchanged glances, and said meaningfully, "It's getting late, get some rest, goodnight."

They quickly entered the motel, went upstairs, and returned to their rooms to rest.

Zorro's face turned pale and then flushed. Back in his room, he tossed and turned, unable to sleep, and had a sleepless night.

He had just taken a shower to get rid of the pesticide smell from the insecticide when there was a knock at the door. He opened the door nervously and found that it was Violet.

"Is there something you need?"

Zorro couldn't help but say, "Let me tell you, I don't want to get fired! I have professional ethics; I have no interest in anyone the boss has worked with!"

"You're overthinking it. I wouldn't even look at a piece of trash like you. I'm only here to offer you a little help." Violet rolled her eyes, pulled out a small pill, handed it to him, and patted him on the shoulder encouragingly, "Go for it, special forces!! I'm watching your performance!"

After saying that, he hummed a song and went back to the next room.

Zorro's lips twitched as he looked at the small pill. Was this guy trying to kill him?

Left with no other choice, I reluctantly accepted it.

I had just closed the door and lay down on the bed for a few minutes when the door lock suddenly clicked, and the door was opened from the outside.

Zorro turned his head in shock and saw a black woman with makeup on, her dark face painted with blush, and her gaping mouth squeezing in from outside. At first glance, she looked like a ghost.

He chuckled and said, "Honey, have you been waiting long? We can begin now."

"It's been a long time... Wait! I'm not ready yet... Ah!!!" Zorro screamed as he was pinned to the ground and tortured by the black woman's terrifying wrist strength.

Old Jack next door listened for a while, grimacing, and then, imagining the horrific scene, couldn't help but shudder. "Look how terrifying this is!"

I covered myself with the blanket and went to sleep.

(End of this chapter)