Chapter 279 Tijuana
Allen Zhang and Sieg boarded the small bird helicopter, put on bullet-proof vests, sorted out their equipment, and opened the green military ammo box. Only after seeing the RPG and rockets inside did they nod in satisfaction.
He said: "Let's go."
The Beggar Gang Disciples immediately responded, increased the helicopter's altitude, and took off towards Tijuana.
The hour-long journey ended quickly. Riding in the helicopter was truly uncomfortable, not at all comparable to the comfort of a private jet.
Allen Zhang sat above, looking down at the tiny ground below, feeling that the small bird helicopter was indeed a bit too small. No wonder it was only used for quick in-and-out special operations. Last time, the Beggar Gang Disciples sat for several hours, and thinking back, that was really tough.
Upon reaching the US-Mexico border, the Beggar Gang Disciples also contacted the border control tower in advance to inform them that they would be flying a small bird helicopter across the border and reported the number of people on board.
Originally, they thought there would be hold-ups from the West Coast to Tijuana, but after arriving here, they found no guards in sight, the area desolate, everyone slacking off.
They directly flew over the border.
If you smuggle from Mexico, they might symbolically detain you and charge a toll, but if you run from the United States to Mexico, nobody really cares.
Seeing that they smoothly entered Mexican territory, Allen Zhang contacted the officials in Tijuana.
They chose not to enter the city area; after all, it was full of mixed crowds and the situation was chaotic. The hosting department was controlled by the Resistance Army, so after careful consideration, they decided to land at a conspicuous, simple airstrip in the countryside.
The environment of the airport was even worse than the rural city of Laredo, not even a concrete floor, overgrown with weeds. If it weren't for the graffiti of an "H" and two circles, one would really think it was a wasteland.
The Beggar Gang Disciples also got off the helicopter, fully armed, ready to deal with any potential emergencies that might come.
Seeing the helicopter land, the airport staff, who spoke Spanish, hurriedly came out to chat with them, also fully armed.
Chattering away in Spanish.
"They don't speak English?"
Allen Zhang took out 20 US dollars.
"Hey, we're going to stop here for a while, this is your tip, is it okay or not okay?"
"okok, good!!" The airport staff instantly changed their attitude, giving a thumbs up, took the 20 US dollars with a broad smile and then left satisfied.
Good thing they know the most basic form of human interaction. When in doubt, money talks.
Allen Zhang glanced at the surroundings, basically, there was nothing noteworthy.
Not far away, a few beaten-up pickups were parked there, the people in them curiously looking this way, each wearing an AK around their necks, and judging by their posture, the General Sect Leader knew they were all criminals.
Probably here to rob, or involved in drug dealing.
"Boss, it seems like this airport is full of drug dealers and thieves, are we in a den of thieves?" Sieg cautiously remarked.
"Making a fuss over nothing, this is the US-Mexico border, isn't it normal to have drug traffickers and desperados? If they dare, let them try to rob me." Allen Zhang patted the ammo box, "I won't blast them into pieces so that they're smiling with peach blossoms blooming."
Seeing this, Sieg had nothing to say. After all, criminals only break the law; they're not fools.
With their armed helicopter and the deep, dark, fierce muzzle of the machine gun displayed, who would foolishly approach to rob?
Do they really have to pull out the big guns from their pants to be happy?
One shot and a person would be blown to bits.
Allen Zhang took out another twenty dollars, instructed a Beggar Gang Disciple to buy some drinks. They waited around for a while, and soon saw several military armored vehicles coming from afar, their tires kicking up clouds of dust, coming to a halt near the airport.
Fifteen or sixteen people with long and short weapons, wearing camouflage combat uniforms got off. Realizing the commotion might be trouble for them, many of the gathered criminals quickly got into their cars and drove off.
"Hello, are you from the Thunder Fire Armored Kingdom?"
A Latin woman, wearing glasses, with short hair, tall, dressed in office attire, energetically greeted and hugged them, "I am the head of the Tijuana bidding department. You can call me Paulina."
Allen Zhang also shook her hand and hugged her, somewhat surprised, "My dear, hello there, I never thought someone as beautiful as you would be in charge of this matter. You've really frightened away all the mice around here."
"It's necessary, nowadays who in Tijuana doesn't know that we're in a shootout with the drug cartels. Any smart person who doesn't want to die has already fled to other cities," Paulina smiled lightly.
"The batch of arms we sent, you've received it, right? How are they working out?" Allen Zhang asked.
"Our personnel are still getting used to the equipment, but everyone being armed is already great. Our leader is also very satisfied with it, but compared to those cartel's firepower, we still fall short. Tijuana needs to be liberated!" the female manager said.