America: Starting with Daily Intelligence-Chapter 425 - 220: The Iron-blooded Man_2

Allen Zhang explained a bit.

He took out his phone, took some pictures of the Cirrus SF50’s tail number, and sent them to Blitz.

Allen Zhang: Help me check the history and details of this private plane.

Blitz: This business jet currently seems to be a possessed item, purchased in 2019 by a suburban estate owner. It has been serviced and maintained in Las Vegas and Texas township aircraft plants and was listed for sale twice on the consignment page, but both times the sale fell through.

Allen Zhang: The owner of this plane has passed away, involved in a fire and murder case. The perpetrators were a group of Mexican drug dealers. Can you transfer this plane into my assets?

Blitz: That’s not a problem. Since the owner has listed the plane for sale twice before, we just need to find the previous sales listings, alter the date of sale to show as successful, and forge a transaction document and signatures for both parties. Alternatively, fly the plane back, find a broker online to purchase a decommissioned plane with the same model for its serial number, and do a re-registration—it’s essentially the same process as getting a license plate at the DMV. All this assumes that the owner agrees or is no longer around.

Allen Zhang: Ok, he’ll definitely agree because he’s already off to meet God. I’ll have the plane moved to the hangar right away. Can you handle the transfer process for this plane? There’s also $400,000 worth of imports from South America that need to be sold quickly. Can you find someone to do the deal?

Blitz: South American imports? If it’s selling to street-level dealers, there’s not much risk, but it’ll take time, and distributing in batches also takes some time. If we look for people online to sell to, it definitely can’t be locals. Jason’s website users include many wealthy clients, mostly from South America; they might be interested in these goods.

Allen Zhang: Jason sells fakes, but this stuff is genuine. Are you sure this won’t affect his business?

Blitz: Once the deal is done, we can just block them. I’ll help you filter for reliable people! If all else fails, we can sell these goods to those Black DJs; after all, they have this kind of fetish on the down low anyway.

Allen Zhang: Ok!

With the sales channel sorted, making money becomes easy.

Allen Zhang took the cash—a sum of $50,000—kept $30,000 for himself, took out $20,000 as a bonus and getaway money, and handed it to Boketu.

He instructed Boketu to pilot the plane with the South American imports to the suburban hangar and gave him the hangar’s code.

Such explosive stuff, he definitely wouldn’t dare to drive it blatantly on the road; the State Police aren’t for nothing, one check and you’re done. But if using an air freight route, that’s much more reliable.

Boketu, grinning ear to ear, took the money, found the private plane’s keys, started the long-parked Cirrus SF50, and drove it out of the hangar, slowly making its way to the apron.

He loaded the package of South American imports onto the plane, gave a signal to the General Sect Leader, started the turbofan engine, adjusted the cold-start electronics, and taxied a short distance on the apron before taking off directly into the sky.

Allen Zhang watched the departure of the private plane, stayed behind to clean up traces, strolled around the mountaintop manor to make sure everything was in order, and then returned to the armoured vehicle, starting it up and leaving the place.

Driving on the suburbs roads, Allen Zhang flipped through the intelligence files, searched and found the police department of the small town near Majiao Manor, and located the liquor up for sale, dialing their number.

The call was soon answered, "Hello?"

"Hello, I saw the batch of Vodka imported from Russia that you have listed for sale on the Opportunity Network. I’d like to reserve and purchase this batch of alcohol. Do you have time to meet for a transaction now?" Allen Zhang inquired.

"Of course, we’ve got time, buddy. But we intend to ask for a flat price of $5,000 for this batch of alcohol. If that’s acceptable to you, come to Ritz of the police department in the small town XXX, near Majiao Manor," said the other party.

"Ok. I’m on my way," said Allen Zhang before hanging up and driving the armoured car towards the small town near Majiao Manor.

It took several tens of minutes to arrive at the small town, pulling up in front of the police department.

He got out of the car, pushed through the door, and walked in. Finding it completely empty, he called out, "Hello? Is anybody here?"

A corpulent white police officer soon came out from a room, cradling a cup of cola and a donut, stuffing his face, and looking at Allen Zhang, he asked puzzledly, "Who are you looking for? Are you here to report a crime?"

"I’m looking for Ritz. We spoke on the phone earlier," said Allen Zhang.

"Oh! So it’s you. I’m Ritz," said the white police officer, putting down his cola and donut, wiping his hands, and shaking hands with the General Sect Leader, smiling cheerfully.

Noticing the armoured security vehicle parked in front of the small town police department, he expressed surprise, "Buddy, where did you drive in from? Are you in the arms business?"

"That’s just a friend’s business. I run a bar in Los Angeles, specializing in sourcing valuable liquor for wholesale purchase," Allen Zhang explained.

"Ok, then follow me! But you’d better not ask where this liquor came from; you seem like you know the ropes," Officer Ritz advised.

"I just see a dedicated officer who serves the residents of this small town well."

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