America: Starting with Daily Intelligence

Allen Zhang: As long as you have the capability, that's all that matters. Time is not an issue, I've got plenty of it, just get it for me and I'll pay you! The price for the parts shouldn't be much higher than the Warthog, I can give you three to four million US dollars retail price for a standard F16.

Marusen: Wait for my message.

Exited the chat box. Allen Zhang nodded in satisfaction. It's still you guys! Every one of you is talented!

As long as there's money and a channel, indeed everything can be bought.

Having settled the deal for the attack aircraft, Allen Zhang also sent a message to Qibatu, asking them to work overtime to assemble the A10. Qibatu, of course, was full of energy and promised to complete the assembly at the fastest speed.

Stayed in the office for a little while longer, Zorro sent a message saying that he and a few others had already arrived at the airport. Allen Zhang immediately had Sieg go to pick them up and then took them to the villa in Southern New Port.

He himself prepared a suitcase full of cash, left Pike Company's office building, and drove back to his own villa.

Two Beggar Gang Disciples were watching the villa, and enthusiastically greeted the General Sect Leader upon his return.

Allen Zhang smiled in response, handed them the car keys, told them to pull out the hose in the yard to wash the car, and also took out a bottle of vintage wine from Pike's cellar.

I don't know the brand, never heard of it, but it's priced at seven to eight hundred US dollars a bottle.

Not long after, Sieg arrived driving a van with people and stopped at the villa's entrance. Seeing Zorro disembarking with people, Allen Zhang also smiled and extended the wine glass, "Welcome home."

"Boss, I didn't disappoint you." Zorro glanced at the villa, took the red wine, and said, "Do you have a room prepared for me here? I still want the couch I slept on last time."

"There are plenty of rooms, you can stay any time you want. I can buy you a couch, you deserve it for your merit," Allen Zhang chuckled.

He then looked at Zorro's other colleagues: an old man with a white beard and a beret, a white young man with glasses, a curvaceous Latina woman with purple hair, and a bald black athlete.

"Violet, Lao Pao, Mouse," Zorro also took the initiative to introduce the first three people to the General Sect Leader.

"Violet used to work as a dancer in a strip club, she obtained her PMC license, worked as a trainee police officer, mainly in intelligence. Later when she was sexually harassed by her boss, she put him in the trunk and buried him alive. Luckily, the man didn't die, she was only fired and sentenced to 200 hours of community service, paid bail, and then started assassination as a side job, which she soon retired from. When I went to find her, her life wasn't going well; her ex-boyfriend had run away, leaving her with a lot of debt, and debtors often came to collect."

Zorro paused, "If it weren't for my timely arrival, she would have snapped, and that debtor would definitely be dead!"

"Lao Pao was a sailor, worked in shipping and storage logistics in Texas, later went out to sea to salvage shipwrecks, fell out with his crew over an uneven share of the spoils, killed a few, and then went to Mexico. After offending local gangs there and unable to mix in, he smuggled back to Laredo and started doing dirty jobs underground."

"Mouse, true to his name, is a nerd with some networking skills, but can't compare to Blitz, mostly dealt in selling information and lewd videos, earning some gray income. But he's also quite good with guns, we've had some pleasant collaborations in the past and completed a few deals, but for various reasons, he chose to quit this industry and we went our separate ways," said Zorro.

Allen Zhang nodded in agreement. He didn't care much about their past actions—assassins, after all, are hardly normal people. Who would choose to be an assassin?

Each of these people has their story, and the General Sect Leader, of course, warmly welcomed their arrival.

"Welcome to Angel City, it's much more peaceful here than in Texas, although it's not so peaceful at night either," Allen Zhang chuckled.

When it was the bald black man's turn, Zorro casually said, "There's nothing much to introduce about him, he's just filler by experience and strength, just call him Black Devil."

"Hey! My name is Gemstone, that's racist!" Black immediately got tense.

"It's not important, this guy contributed the least in this mission, when I found him, he was almost caught during a Zero-Dollar Purchase at a supermarket, I suggest cutting his funding and share," said Zorro.

"Agreed," the others nodded.

Black grumbled with resentment.

"Alright, no matter what, you all have successfully completed the mission, right? How the money is divided is up to you, I'll just pay your salary, you are all talents in the industry, and I always appreciate talent. This is the payment for your mission this time."

Allen Zhang chuckled, gestured to one of the Beggar Gang Disciples, who deftly brought over a briefcase, placed it on the table, opened the zipper, revealing a stack full of US dollars.

"Boss, this seems to be more than three hundred thousand US dollars," Violet blinked.

"That's right, it's five hundred thousand US dollars, the extra is for your bonus, you've solved a problem for me this time, showed me your capabilities, and I'd like to recruit you to work for me. Think about it."