America: Starting with Daily Intelligence-Chapter 432 - 223 Plan Goes Through

After discussing the details extensively with the bank shareholders, both parties happily reached a deal.

Leaving the hidden underground booth, Newman invited the two to visit his collection, which honestly paled in comparison to the private island collection of the great collector Madison.

But ordinary people, when idle, wouldn’t spend tens of millions or even hundreds of millions of US Dollars to buy paintings and antiques, at least the General Sect Leader spent his money where it mattered.

Though wealthy, Newman was still less rich compared to other billionaires, there was a gap among billionaires.

At least he couldn’t pull out 100 million US Dollars at once, even 50 million US Dollars was pushing it.

Having assets over 100 million and having 100 million US Dollars in liquid funds are two different things.

After spending half an hour at the villa and having a meal, they decided to leave. frёeωebɳovel.com

Shadi wanted to take the General Sect Leader’s car back to the Razer Motorcycle Gang camp, but her wealthy father forcibly detained her, ending with her sending the General Sect Leader off, reluctantly saying farewell.

After leaving the villa and boarding the armored vehicle, Old Jack said, "I need to prepare some reliable tools for the job. Can you provide firearms?"

Allen Zhang pondered, "We got some unnumbered Ghost Guns from the Motorcycle Gang in the suburbs yesterday, I was worrying about how to deal with them. If they’re needed, you could also pick some from Armed Nation, we also have channels for clay explosives."

Old Jack laughed, "Clay explosives? That’s great stuff. Since Wells Fargo Bank wants to make it look like they’ve suffered great losses, we ought to give them a thrill."

Rubbing his hands. He was getting eager!

"Don’t go overboard, swiftly breach the Vault’s door, snatch the money inside—that’s the main objective."

Allen Zhang cautioned, although they said they wouldn’t pursue losses, they can’t just blow up the bank right off the bat, right?

They had been given the Vault’s password, even organized the security staff’s off days and the bank staff’s shift changes, but obviously these details couldn’t be shared with the employees.

The Vault’s password was kept by the manager; they still had to follow procedures, extract the password from him, and coerce his involvement in this robbery.

But he was also a beneficiary, clearly aware that this was part of the plan, not likely to genuinely resist. With the executive’s cooperation, even an idiot could brazenly rob Wells Fargo Bank.

But the reality was that, although Palm Valley was a wealthy autonomous city, its depths were immeasurable. Without a traitor’s cooperation, the outcome would be like those in Lancaster—gunned down in chaos, unable to get far.

Allen Zhang sent a message to Blitz, informing him about a big job the next day.

Blitz: Wells Fargo Bank? Did Bowhead Whale take on this gig?

Allen Zhang: The client is generous, willing to pay five million dollars for us to balance the books, but we’ll have to shoulder 70 million in bad debt! Old Jack will prepare the tools, and you’ll also need to hack into the bank’s surveillance and the city’s traffic lights to facilitate our quick escape, planning the route.

Blitz: Ok, I’ll handle these tasks.

The General Sect Leader then discussed further with Blitz, before driving out of Palm Valley and returning to downtown Los Angeles, stopping in front of Armed Nation on West Street.

The armored vehicles outside had already left, probably out on transport business.

Pushing the door open, he saw Jennifer and a clerk Erin showing firearms to customers, while disciples from Beggar Gang were maintaining and assembling firearms.

The General Sect Leader didn’t interrupt them, just greeted a few people and took Old Mike upstairs.

He closed the room door, locked it, input a series of codes into the office’s hidden safe, and revealed the weapons inside.

Old Jack took one look and his eyes lit up, "You’ve got some decent weapons here!"

"Pick any. These guns definitely can’t be kept after use," Allen Zhang casually responded. He then sat in the office chair, turned on his computer, and logged into a bidding website to check the backend data.

The profit from firearm sales alone, the recent revenue had already reached 120,000 US Dollars.

However, this batch was gotten by the General Sect Leader at no cost, pure profit.

The inventory was also almost depleted, necessitating a search for new suppliers or letting Sieg source some from his friend.

Payments would be made in cash if possible; if funds were insufficient, it’d come from the accounts.

Selling guns hardly made money for Sieg; the profit share from selling a hundred handguns, after expenses, netted only twenty to thirty thousand dollars. If one hoped to get rich from firearm profit shares, it would take forever.

They had to rely on the General Sect Leader’s extra gigs for opportunistic earnings.

Armed Nation’s transport jobs, depending on location and type of firearms transported, quoted 2000-4000 US Dollars. But the bigger money usually came from smuggling private goods, sometimes as high as ten thousand dollars more, though not explicitly listed on the regular revenue records but noted on special project lists.

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