America: Starting with Daily Intelligence-Chapter 401 - 212: Black and Red are Both Red

Allen Zhang descended the stairs and called the staff of Armed Nation, driving three armored escort vehicles, fully armed towards the wealthy villa area in West Hollywood.

During this time, he also notified Blitz to come and participate in this mission, after all, without him, the USB drive could not be found anywhere else, they had to rely on him to locate and track the signal source.

Qibatu had already modified the self-destructing drones and brought them back to Armed Nation, also loading them onto the escort vehicles.

They soon arrived at the villa area in West Hollywood, but there were police patrolling the area. Seeing unfamiliar vehicles parked outside the community, they came over to conduct a routine check.

Allen immediately sent a message to Tommy, asking him to come out and meet them, while simultaneously presenting his CCW license and Armed Nation credentials for the police to inspect.

Soon, a white guy with silver-grey hair, wearing a studded leather jacket, a thick gold chain around his neck, tattoos on all ten fingers decorated with diamond rings, and an ostentatious nouveau riche aura, came out to meet them.

Allen recognized him immediately as the initiator of the mission, Rip, a fairly famous DJ and music producer on the West Coast. He had many followers on YouTube and short video platforms, mostly teenagers.

However, the General Sect Leader didn’t appreciate his music, just like old people don’t appreciate modern pop music. After finishing a meeting with Sieg and others in the afternoon, the General Sect Leader even tried listening to a few tracks, but the whole thing was filled with coco, leaves, violence, and suggestive lyrics, all kinds of gimmicks, as if mentioning sales was essential; it made him somewhat question life.

But people like it, it sells well which means it’s a good product. Free speech isn’t against the law, and which West Coast law dictates lyrics can’t involve sex, drugs, and gambling?

As long as it doesn’t involve overt racial discrimination against people of color, or mocking beauties, even the president and Jesus could be mentioned casually.

When they saw the armored escort vehicles parked outside, they were also a bit stunned.

Rip came over and exaggeratedly said, "Oh! Buddy! Look what you’ve brought! I thought people in this line of work would be discreet, but didn’t expect you guys to be so over the top. Even though I’m not from your circle, I can tell you’re all a reliable team!"

Immediately, he smoked a leaf to calm down, even sharing two with the General Sect Leader as a gesture of meeting halfway.

But Allen immediately waved his hand, indicating he declined, "During the mission, we steer clear of smoke and alcohol, it’s not our thing."

"See? That’s professionalism!" Rip immediately gave a thumbs up and said to his sidekick.

The patrolling police officer watched speechlessly, thinking, Mad, having a leaf party right in front of us, do you even see us as humans?

If you weren’t an Anglo-Saxon white person living in a villa, really. My Glock 17 with the extended 9mm magazine wouldn’t be pampering you like this!

But he felt it wasn’t his place to say much, already accustomed to it, he just coughed once and blocked his body camera, adjusting his position.

He looked up at the sky, pretending nothing had happened. Dark clouds covering the moon, a windy dark night, what a wonderful night indeed...

The rich folks here are the bosses, they are just assigned here to watch the place, dedicated to serving the wealthy; their property fees and taxes are not paid for nothing, nor do they collect their salaries for nothing, here the rich are gods!

Rip also explained to the local police that they were all friends, the diligent police officer took down the vehicle’s plate number, had the owner sign off, and allowed them passage, then turned around and continued chatting and drinking coffee with his colleague.

What did it have to do with them? Earning a few thousand dollars a month, they would deal with any issue if and when it arises.

Tommy also warmly greeted, "Buddy, you’ve really made quite a ruckus, bringing three escort vehicles?"

"After all, it’s a big business deal, if I don’t show some sincerity and capability, how could I help the employer solve this issue?" Allen smiled.

"Let’s go inside to talk," Rip led the way, escorting the vehicles to the luxury villa.

But he smoked too much leaf, his walking was a bit unsteady, it was evident, the packaging and purity of the leaf could not be compared to the unpackaged street stuff, privately customized, one leaf was at least tens of dollars, a box of 20 could cost around 700 dollars!

After getting out of the car, Allen walked into the villa with Rip and Tommy, surrounded by bright lights and luxury, an outdoor swimming pool, several scantily clad bikini-clad beauties in the yard, several bottles of champagne and red wine were opened, like a party was going on.

Noticing Allen’s odd expression, Tommy explained, "Surprised, right? This is all prepared for you! To celebrate your arrival! After the mission is completed, we can all enjoy it!"

"I thought your hearts really were that big, to lose something yet still in the mood to throw a party." Allen joked: "Don’t get too happy too soon, you seem to have confidence in me, but what if I can’t complete the mission?"

"That’s not an issue at all," Tommy waved his hand. After witnessing the efficiency of the Beggar Gang in the previous two collaborations, he knew there was nothing they couldn’t handle.

Allen asked the other Beggar Gang Disciples to stay outside, and went upstairs with Sieg carrying the equipment.

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