America: Starting with Daily Intelligence

Chapter 373 Upgrade

The next day, Silver Island.

Zhang Ailun woke up from his sleep, stretched, and felt refreshed. He immediately took out his phone and saw that Old Jack had sent him a new message at around 3 a.m., along with an audio message.

Zhang Ailun clicked on the audio file with a puzzled look. The sound was muffled and unclear, like someone making noises under the covers. He felt a bit confused. He immediately sent a message to Old Jack.

Zhang Ailun: ?

After sending the message, I was about to get dressed, get up, and wash up when Old Jack sent another message to the Grand Master.

Old Jack: You're up really early. Good morning.

Zhang Ailun: Shouldn't I be the one to say that? I've already reviewed the prerequisite tasks and detailed steps you sent, and you did a good job. If I'm not mistaken, the target should have already been taken away by plane by now, right?

Old Jack: There's no news coming back yet, but the tracking chip data on the mouse shows that the timed explosives installed on the aircraft have been activated. If nothing unexpected happens, the plane should have crashed by now. The media and local police have probably already deployed personnel to investigate, but they likely won't broadcast this news.

Zhang Ailun: Well done. Do you have any plans for the next step?

Old Jack: Of course, once we've finalized the detailed plan and got everything sorted out, we'll send you a summary of the operation. I barely slept a wink all night working on this, shouldn't you, as the boss, give me a bigger bonus?

Zhang Ailun: Just tell me how much money you want. I'm not short of money right now. Remember when I told you I was going to arrange a private event with another organization? That matter was completed by the partner last night, and I also made a little money from it.

Old Jack: Could you tell me how much money you've made?

Zhang Ailun: Not much, just a pile of gold, a few private jets, a dozen armored vehicles, and some miscellaneous weapons.

Old Jack: A whole bunch? Gold? WTF! Did you guys go to some other country's bank vault?! Are you kidding me?! You didn't invite me to this kind of good thing? Instead, you made me go through all that trouble doing assassinations?! I don't care, whether I can live a carefree life for the rest of my days depends on the bonus from this mission!

Zhang Ailun: Don't worry, I definitely won't treat you unfairly. As long as you complete the tasks step by step, I can give each of you a big red envelope, so you can live a life of comfort and security.

Old Jack: Zorro also put in a lot of effort for this plan. He was the one who made that audio recording. He was wailing and howling in the middle of the night last night, and none of us slept well.

Zhang Ailun: ...

The Grand Master was aware of their battle plan, but couldn't quite understand it; however, he expressed his respect. He chatted with Old Jack for a few more minutes before exiting the chat.

I wanted to open the daily news feed to see what had been updated, but when I opened the app, it was blank. After clicking the red dot in the upper right corner, a new notification appeared.

[System update in progress. Given your growing international influence and status, this update will upgrade to the final version. Please stay tuned.]

Zhang Ailun was somewhat surprised, not expecting the daily intelligence system to have been updated.

As for when the update would be completed, the intelligence system didn't show anything, so after thinking about it, he stopped worrying about it.

Although there was no intelligence, life had to go on, and he still had a lot of things to deal with. Anyway, everything had been arranged for Old Jack and the others, and nothing major was going to happen, so he could finally take a break.

Zhang Ailun put away his phone, got up, dressed, washed his face in the bathroom, and as soon as he pushed open the door, he saw two guerrilla members standing guard at the entrance. Upon seeing their leader, they immediately saluted and shouted, "Commander! Loyalty!!"

"Hello."

Zhang Ailun didn't expect such a strong reaction from them. "With such great voices, why don't you go sing?!"

He nodded and replied. Just as he was about to ask where their commander was and whether breakfast was ready, he turned his head and saw a pickup truck pull up and stop at the door.

The guerrilla commander, accompanied by two or three men, quickly got out of the car and rushed over, carrying a thermos. Upon reaching the leader, he immediately saluted, "Commander! Loyalty!!"

He added eagerly, "This breakfast was prepared for you by the chef on our island."

"...Thank you for your hard work. You guys came at just the right time." Zhang Ailun smiled and nodded. He was feeling a bit hungry, so he waved for them to bring breakfast to the dining table in his room.

"Have you all eaten?" Entering the room, Zhang Ailun glanced at the local-style breakfast laid out on the table and asked the commander-in-chief, "Would you like to sit down and eat with us?"

"No need, Commander, we've already eaten. This is a sumptuous breakfast that I specially instructed the chef to prepare for you: sausages and fried meat, rice cakes with meat, chicken and potato soup... These are all Colombian specialties, modified to suit your taste. I hope you enjoy them," the Commander-in-Chief said respectfully.

"Okay, then I won't be polite." Zhang Ailun took a bite and found the taste a little strange. Colombians like spicy food and strong seasonings, which didn't suit his taste. However, he didn't complain about the chef's skills. The chicken and potato soup was quite delicious.

I enjoyed the delicious meal with a clear conscience.

Breakfast was quickly finished, and the chef then prepared ice cream dessert and milk tea on the spot before leaving the lounge with the tableware.

While drinking tea and scrolling through his phone, Zhang Ailun inquired about the situation on the island from the commander-in-chief. After resting for two minutes, he got up and went out.

He got into the passenger seat of the pickup truck and ordered, "Go to the storage room, I need to get some coins."

"Understood." The commander-in-chief personally drove the chief and two guerrilla members to the storage room on the island.

They soon arrived at the storage room. After getting out of the car, the commander greeted the two guerrilla members who were standing guard outside the storage room, took out the key, opened the door, and invited the leader of the guerrillas to enter.

Zhang Ailun went to the storage room and picked through the sorted rare silver coins. He finally took the error silver coin that Madison had his eye on, as well as a few rare silver coins in good condition and of good quality. He planned to give these to Madison as gifts.

If the other party is not satisfied with these and wants something better, then when new silver coins are produced on the island, a few can be selected and given to them as a gift.

Anyway, there's not much use for him keeping so many silver and gold coins except to sell them for cash. Besides, he also needs to sell the gold on the littoral combat ship. The chief strategist has plenty of precious metals right now.

After selecting a few silver coins, Zhang Ailun turned and handed them to the commander-in-chief, instructing him to fetch a gift box to pack the coins. The commander-in-chief immediately dispatched someone to do so, and soon a gift box was brought, the silver coins were packed, and handed to the sect leader.

Zhang Ailun packed up the gift boxes, sat back in the pickup truck, and sent a message to Boketu, telling him to get up and prepare to return to Los Angeles.

He then contacted Spike, and upon learning that Spike had brought men to guard the ship and was not leaving its side, he turned to the commander-in-chief and said, "Go to the port."

"Understood." The commander-in-chief acted as the vanguard, immediately starting the vehicle according to the order, stepping on the gas and driving away from the storage room towards the port area.

Upon arrival, we could see littoral combat ships anchored on the sea surface in the distance, with dozens of naval soldiers warming up under the supervision of the chief petty officer and Spike.

After getting out of the car, Zhang Ailun walked over and boarded the littoral combat ship via the bridge stairs. Captain Spike immediately came over to greet him, saluted, and said, "Good morning, Commander!"

"Hello, take me to see what we got last night," Zhang Ailun said.

"Commander, I can guarantee that the men under my command stayed up all night, guarding the storage room of the littoral combat ship. Not a single penny is missing! Not a single gram of gold is lost!" Captain Spike quickly vouched for himself upon hearing that the captain was going to conduct a routine inspection.

"Don't worry, I'm just taking a look around, considering how to transport this cash and gold to Jehovah Island. I'm not doubting you; you are all my most trusted soldiers." Zhang Ailun immediately waved his hand, dispelling his thoughts.

"Commander, please follow me." Spike breathed a sigh of relief and immediately led the Grand Master to the storage room.

The guerrilla commander wanted to board the ship, but was stopped by the sergeant and his men, who warned, "Your responsibility and authority are limited to the area of ​​Silver Island. Without the permission and orders of our captain and commander, no one can easily land or approach the littoral combat ship."

"I understand, I understand, I just want to serve the Commander!" Upon seeing this, the Commander-in-Chief immediately took a step back and stopped approaching the littoral combat ship.

"Your job is to manage the guerrillas and geologists on the island, supervise the stability of the collection work, and ensure the personal safety of the staff. That's enough. You can tell us about any emergencies," the sergeant said expressionlessly.

The higher the rank, the more powerful they are. No matter what, they were the direct subordinates of the chief leader. Although those who were later incorporated were also loyal, they were definitely not as reliable as their own people.

Everything has its hierarchy, and just because the Grand Master doesn't care doesn't mean they don't. Besides, their hourly wage is higher than the other side's! They're a regular army!

The noble navy is far superior to these peasants who play with AK, especially since they performed a meritorious service yesterday.

The commander-in-chief had no complaints and repeatedly assured that he would do his job well. After all, they were the ones who arrived first and had real equipment.

Zhang Ailun also noticed what was happening on the shore, but he didn't pay too much attention to it. He left the littoral combat ship there with the intention of checking and monitoring these people. Appropriate pressure would help their physical and mental health, and their eyes would become clear.

Following Spike to the combat ship's storage room, Spike entered the password and opened the thick alloy steel door. After walking in, Zhang Ailun glanced at the gold bars and stacks of US dollars displayed inside, and after thinking for a moment, asked, "How much cargo can those private jets carry at a full tank of fuel?"

"If it doesn't affect the speed, around 400-800 pounds is manageable," Spike replied. "Refueling can be done at an airport in Mexico before taking off again, and it will only take a few hours to reach Jehovah Island. A few planes, one or two round trips a day, can transport everything over there."

"Then let the pilots who flew back yesterday be in charge of transporting the goods. Find a few people to load all this gold and cash onto the plane and have them transport it to Jehovah Island," Zhang Ailun said. "When the mission is completed, I'll have Gwen give each of them an extra bonus."

"Understood." Spike immediately accepted the order.

Zhang Ailun took out his phone, took a picture of the gold and cash in the warehouse, and then left satisfied.

After disembarking from the littoral combat ship and landing on the island, I called over the commander-in-chief who was standing by, and then we drove to the airport. Upon getting out of the car, I saw Boketu already sitting on the Cirrus Falcon, starting to adjust the electronic equipment, while the staff nearby were refueling several aircraft.

Zhang Ailun opened the cabin door, sat on the plane, fastened his seatbelt, nodded and said, "Let's go, back to Los Angeles." He then waved goodbye to the people outside the window.

"OK." Boketu started the Cirrus Fathead Shark and began to accelerate along the airport runway. Soon it soared into the sky, leaving Silver Island and heading towards Los Angeles.

A little over an hour later, the plane landed at an airport in Mexico, refueled, and then continued its journey to California.

During this time, Zhang Ailun also received a message from Blitz. He took out his phone and glanced at it. It was about the sale of those Bitcoins, and the other party had already taken care of it.

Zhang Ailun replied to him: I will be arriving in Los Angeles soon, and we will meet at the villa.

Blitz: OK.

After putting away his phone, the leader looked at the blue sky and white clouds outside and continued to close his eyes to rest.

A few hours later, the plane arrived at Los Angeles Airport, and Bocktu piloted the Cirrus Fathead Shark smoothly onto the runway.

"Boss, we've arrived." Boketu brought the plane to a stop and called out to the leader.

Zhang Ailun immediately unbuckled his seatbelt, opened the cabin door, and got off the plane. He then sent a message to Sieg, asking him to come pick him up in his car.

After Boketu parked the plane at the airport, the two of them picked up their bags and left the airport, walking around and enjoying the scenery.

Soon, Sieg drove the Grandmaster Rolls-Royce Cullinan to the airport. Zhang Ailun waved to him, and Sieg parked the car on the side of the road, unlocked the door, and let the two of them get in.

Before Sieg could even say anything, the Grand Master delivered a devastating blow, smashing a stack of US dollars onto his head.

Sig was completely stunned. Clutching the wad of US dollars in his arms, he glanced at the thickness and gaped in astonishment. It took him a long time to manage to stammer, "Boss, you've struck it rich again?"

"It's more than just making money; you've reaped considerable rewards. You can ask Boketu for the exact amount you've earned; he can't keep secrets anyway. Consider this a bonus for you. Although you weren't involved in this, another project is going quite well so far. I'm in a good mood, so everyone gets a share," Zhang Ailun said with a smile.

Boketu nodded in deep agreement, "I also get a bonus, a gold bar, no less."

"What? Gold bars!?" Upon hearing this, Sieg felt as if his world had collapsed.

I deeply regret not applying to the Air Force instead of joining the Army. Now, all the people eating meat with the Chief are these damned Air Force lads.

He immediately changed his tune and fawned, "Boss, I don't want the cash anymore, can I have the gold instead?"

"Just drive your car. What do you need gold for? Is US dollars better than gold? You'll just have to exchange gold for cash anyway," Zhang Ailun retorted irritably.

"Boss, you're right. This bundle of cash must be worth at least a few hundred thousand US dollars, right?"

Sieg nodded, then happily started the car and headed to the Newport Villa.

(End of this chapter)