America: Starting with Daily Intelligence-Chapter 409 - 214 Motorcycle Gang_3

"These guys are dealing pretty big in the suburbs, just don’t know how much cash is in the underground entertainment venue." Allen Zhang pulled out a short spray and a Victor submachine gun from his tactical chest rig, setting up the rear handle.

The words of the General Sect Leader also enlightened the two in the car, reminding them of the casino robbery in Little Rock.

Blitz analyzed: "The flow of visitors here is quite low, and it’s an illegal underground venue, nowhere close to the Starlight Casino in Little Rock or the gambling cities in Las Vegas. The scale is pretty much on par with the smaller joints in Southeast Asia, using temperature control cards and programmed cards, and they’ve even hired cheaters."

"Those who come here to gamble are definitely tricked outsiders, sure to lose miserably! Apart from running a tire shop, they are also involved in human trafficking and organ trafficking, those who can’t pay their debts are certainly going to die horribly. There’s a police station within ten kilometers, but oddly enough, they never bother with the Motorcycle Gang."

"Although not rich in assets, the cash in the venue’s accounts room could also amount to a few hundred thousand US dollars!" Blitz estimated.

"We’re robbing the rich to aid the poor by targeting these Black people, that’s kind of doing a good deed, right?" Sieg grinned, having already found himself an excuse to act.

"It’s a pity Old Jack didn’t come, otherwise with him here, it would have been his specialty."

Allen Zhang slightly regretted, but fewer people meant less money to split, which seemed more reasonable.

They decided to first hit the other side’s repair shop and tire store, dealing with the appetizers before tackling the underground casino, mountain headquarters, and the factory later.

Sieg turned the steering wheel and pushed the gas pedal, driving off the highway street, heading towards the street with the tire store.

When they arrived, they saw two familiar Armed Nation armored vehicles parked far away on the street, not approaching the tire store at all, with a shabby motel about a hundred meters away.

Blitz glanced at the motel, asserting, "This should also be a Motorcycle Gang property! The graffiti symbols on the walls are the same, probably another one of their shift duty outposts, but it doesn’t hide a backup USB, so it didn’t show up on the location coordinates before."

"So their influence is really not small, huh? Isn’t there also a big headquarters at the mountain camp?"

Allen Zhang frowned. This was much more troublesome than the Black Panther team.

He sighed, "No choice now."

He merely pointed at a box of mysterious weapons in the back of the car, "Blitz, bring out my RPG later!"

"Boss, isn’t that too much? We’re not at the point of blowing up buildings yet!" Sieg was startled.

"I was just joking, it’s just a VSS sniper rifle inside, not any RPG, that’s really the gem of the shop." Allen Zhang smiled, "Using a rocket launcher on these folks would be such a waste of money."

The next second, he switched to a tone of pity for humanity, "Should just bomb them with drones. We have 200 after all. We’ve never used them, not sure about the power, whether it can blast people apart or not."

"..."

Be human, really.

After getting out of the vehicle, they greeted Bailey, responsible for watching over targets here, who also reported what he had observed.

"Boss, this whole street is their property! Hardly saw any white folks, just Black people with guns, saw over a dozen. How many people do they have? There must be at least a hundred or two in the Motorcycle Gang!"

Bailey was a bit terrified. Thankfully they used drones; otherwise, just driving the vehicle there would probably have been like delivering themselves as easy meat, and those Black people would definitely spray the armored vehicle chaotically.

"Scared of what? If having a lot of people was useful, Africa would have been the global dominator by now. We’re in a civilized society; they’d need large caliber sniper rifles or rocket launchers to count, have you guys seen them kidnapping people for trade around here?" Allen Zhang inquired.

"That hasn’t happened, they probably don’t have the guts to abduct people here," Bailey answered.

"Boss, shall we take action now?" other Beggar Gang Disciples also asked, feeling itchy to start, unable to hold back any longer.

Look at you, so anxious.

You think this is like playing whack-a-mole? Bop each one as they pop up?

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