America: Starting with Daily Intelligence-Chapter 437 - 224 Ambush, Attack Part 3

Old Jack aimed at the fleeing Black and pulled the trigger. With a snap, he hit Black who was seventy to eighty meters away; the latter fell to the ground instantly and did not get up.

Holding the gun, he stood up, patted the dust off his body, and said to the nearby Beggar Gang Disciple, "Work’s done."

The two went down the high slope one after the other.

Allen Zhang chewed on his gum and took out his cellphone to snap a photo of the scene.

Old Jack strolled over leisurely and said, "This gun is really good, can you give it to me?"

"Are you dreaming?" Allen Zhang rolled his eyes, "This whole set can’t be bought for less than 20,000 US Dollars. I can lend it to you, but if you want it, you’ll have to buy it yourself."

"20,000 US Dollars, that’s enough for me to buy thirty AK assembly kits and dozens of kilograms of claymore explosives."

Old Jack reluctantly handed the sniper rifle back to the Beggar Gang Disciple; he couldn’t afford such good equipment. Besides, it’s not like he was on the front lines battling; even for business, it wasn’t as useful as a jackhammer.

The Beggar Gang Disciple processed the traffickers’ bodies on-site, cleaned up traces of the battlefield, cartridge cases, and spike traps. Soon after, Bailey also arrived driving a secure transport vehicle.

After getting out of the vehicle, he handed a satellite phone to the General Sect Leader, "Boss, this is the mobile phone they used to contact Heaven’s Gate. It also has contacts for this kidnapping plan."

Allen Zhang took the satellite phone, glanced through the chat history. The longest call lasted about 20 seconds and there were several transaction lists. He also noticed a familiar name in the contact list.

He exclaimed, "Isn’t this the Vice President of the Agent Association? This guy not only traffics drugs but also engages in human trafficking and takes bribes?"

Blitz said, "There are quite a few people involved in this business. Some employees of the Agent Association also have secret accounts in a private bank. Those accounts receive additional funds every month as part of their gray trade network. That private bank is also a holding investment by Jehovah Priyan, and many investors in the ’Oasis’ charity organization in California are shareholders of this bank."

"It’s clear that they are all banding together, organized and premeditated in committing crimes." Allen Zhang flipped through and sent a message to the contact, informing that he was in the process of transporting goods and would soon arrive at Heaven’s Gate.

He handed the phone to Old Jack, instructing him to drive the people to the mountain to deliver the goods, while he himself led a team to the middle of the mountain to find a suitable bombing location.

"Boss, what about these hostages?" asked the Beggar Gang Disciple.

"Put them in the van, find a secluded place, and park a bit far. Once they wake up tomorrow, they will drive back themselves."

Allen Zhang also sighed, feeling that ordinary people here are like NPCs, either being kidnapped or on their way to being kidnapped, popping painkillers daily, as if owing God a tube of blood.

Without the General Sect Leader’s help, these people would definitely have been in a bad state.

He tasked two Beggar Gang Disciples with an important mission, installed locators and hidden cameras on them, then wrapped them in a sack, and placed them in the van for Old Jack to drive to the mountain peak.

Watching Old Jack depart, Allen Zhang immediately drove with Blitz and others to the mid-mountain. They quickly found a suitable location, a slope covered in tree shades, and stopped there.

Allen Zhang got out of the car, pulled out his binoculars, set them up on the spot, and observed the mountain camp. He could see bright fires, an observation tower inside the gate, and several armed terrorists, unclear in appearance, standing guard.

The Beggar Gang Disciple also took out a drone.

Blitz took out a laptop to connect to the drone, launched it into the air for a high-altitude view of the mountain area, and monitored Old Jack’s signal, ready to initiate a suicide bombing mode for remote support at any moment.

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