Capítulo 704: Chapter 315: The Jianghu of Social Interactions and Human Relationships_2
“Your Thunder Fire Armored Nation is a three-star qualified shop with military cooperation, right? You should also have equipment for large-scale lethal firepower. We’d like to requisition at least one Black Hawk Helicopter, explosive drones, sniper rifles, and other equipment from you,” said the Drug Enforcement Administration investigator.
“We can provide you with fire support at any time.” Allen Zhang was puzzled again: “Why don’t you seek out people from PMC companies? Aren’t they much more professional than our guys?”
The DEA investigator also said helplessly: “Their people are off work now, outside working hours. If we directly submit a request for military personnel, although it would be approved, the approval process would take at least a day’s time, during which it might also draw CIA’s attention. By then, those drug traffickers will have long vanished, and we can only rely on our own strength.”
“…” Allen Zhang was speechless in response.
The DEA had also suffered a lot because of the CIA; every time their operations failed, it was basically because they were backstabbed by their own people.
After further communication, they agreed to meet and assemble at the suburban airport. Allen Zhang hung up the phone and turned to inform the Beggar Gang Disciples, also notifying the forces at the Qiliye Mountain Range to requisition thirty strong and valiant soldiers to gather.
Half an hour later, the Beggar Gang Disciples came driving a van with people, all fully armed with various kinds of sophisticated equipment, ready to set off for a big fight!
Another fifteen minutes passed, and the DEA people also arrived late, driving a few inconspicuous Ford cars and parking at the airport. A dozen people got out of the cars, each wearing DEA credentials on their chests.
The leading chief walked over and greeted the General Sect Leader warmly, shook hands, “Hello Mr. Jin, I’m the DEA chief stationed in Los Angeles, California. You can call me Raylo.”
“Chief Raylo?”
Allen Zhang found the name a bit hard to keep straight but still shook hands with him and then looked over these dozen or so teammates, their weapon configurations, and their transportation.
Not to mention the beat-up second-hand Ford, but how come even the equipment is so ordinary?
Shouldn’t each of you at least carry an M4, or at least a submachine gun?
How can it be just a Bullet-Proof Vest, a Glock 17 pistol, a few spare magazines, throwing explosives, without helmets, just coming over so carefree?
The General Sect Leader was puzzled and couldn’t help but hesitantly inquire: “Chief Raylo, is the DEA really having it that rough? How come you don’t even have proper weapons?”
“It’s necessary to mention those damn CIA… cough cough, actually, most of our activity funds are spent on the consulates in Mexico and Colombia. Drug proliferation in Los Angeles isn’t considered too severe, and with the legalization of leaves, a lot of work doesn’t require our involvement. The FBI and local police are particularly keen on these matters, they don’t really need us to step in. Because if we get involved, they probably won’t be able to make money, and it’s easy to offend people working at the DEA.”
“Los Angeles is relatively stable, far from the drug proliferation levels of New York, Miami, and Chicago. So, on ordinary days, we rarely get financial support.”
Chief Raylo also felt helpless but still assured: “But the personnel called in this time are, without exception, all elites of the DEA!”
As he spoke, he also looked at the well-equipped Beggar Gang Disciples, becoming more and more satisfied. And that Black Hawk Helicopter being pulled out, look at that, how awe-inspiring and majestic.
Wait, is there a Warthog here too?
“Mr. Jin, where did you get this A10 Warthog? Surely it’s not just a collector’s toy model?” Chief Raylo said ‘amazed’.
A Beggar Gang Disciple immediately replied: “Of course, it’s not a model. We just finished the adjustments and flight tests this afternoon; it’s ready to carry out missions.”
Chief Raylo’s smile grew even wider.
“…” You can clearly see, you’re just here to freeride off me!
The General Sect Leader took a deep breath. Freeloading from others for so many years, and now a shameless one comes to freeload off me?
No choice, life has to go on. The General Sect Leader still counts on Tijuana officials to provide more orders, can’t be too stingy, these little amounts of money can’t be online. Later on, just sell a few deals to Tijuana, and that’s millions of US dollars in the account again!
The underworld is not all about fighting and killing; it is about human relationships and etiquette.
“Is it really necessary to use Warthog against some drug traffickers and human traffickers? Aren’t we supposed to be rescuing hostages?” Allen Zhang said.
“You are wrong! This mission is about the face of the Drug Enforcement Administration and international diplomacy! The drug trafficking group has abducted the mayor’s wife and daughter from our territory and taken them to Mexico. We must crack down on the criminals! Otherwise, if the CIA takes the initiative and later hands over the drug traffickers themselves, our competence and authority will be further questioned by the public,” Chief Lei Luo said seriously.
In my view, you don’t seem to have much capability on domestic soil either. You have a tense relationship with the military command, the FBI is your rival, and the CIA is your enemy.
“Well, I can provide A-10 ground-to-air fire support for you, but the cost of the ammunition consumed needs to be reimbursed by the government,” Allen Zhang said.
“No problem,” Chief Lei Luo agreed without hesitation. But the General Sect Leader always felt that this guy was unreliable.
After further communication, they made the relevant operational arrangements. Everyone boarded the Black Hawk Helicopter, and the Beggar Gang Disciples pilots were responsible for flying the A-10 attack planes, taking off from the airport runway.
Boketu piloted the Black Hawk Helicopter into the high sky, while other Beggar Gang Disciples took ground transportation, heading towards the nearby suburbs.
The night was deep and quiet.
In the storage warehouse in the suburbs, a pickup truck carrying wooden crates turned into a small path under the cover of night and stopped at the factory gate.
Several armed members holding firearms came out, communicated with them, confirmed their identities, and then waved them through.
The pickup truck entered the community unobstructed and then parked in the parking garage of the park.
Opening the door, several terrorists with their faces covered, carrying tattoos and patterns of Bai Ge on their arms, got out of the truck, removed the wooden crates and placed them on a trolley.
The men pushed the trolley to the warehouse, exchanged a few words with the people outside, and were let through.
Entering the interior of the warehouse, they could see stacks of US dollars wrapped in plastic film, sealed, at least tens of millions of dollars.
A man wearing camouflage clothes with a scar on his face, the One-eyed Dragon, was smoking a cigarette with a few drug trafficking group members armed with guns standing beside him.
Seeing that they had brought people over, the One-eyed Dragon nodded, said a few words of praise in Spanish, and then waved his hand.
The members of the drug trafficking group next to him turned and took several bundles of paper currency from the stacks, throwing them to the other side.
The armed members of Bai Ge took several bundles of cash, took a deep look at that pile of US dollars, nodded their heads, and turned to leave with their people.
After Bai Ge’s people left, the drug trafficking group members immediately used crowbars to pry open the wooden crate’s mortise and tenon structure, breaking the crates and revealing two women inside, one big and one small, bound hand and foot, with their mouths and noses blocked, in an unconscious state.
“Boss, is this Mayor Reagan’s wife and daughter? They’re quite attractive! Should we torture them a bit, make a video and send it to the people in Tijuana, and then talk about a deal? If they refuse to release our people and the drugs, and won’t allow us to continue trafficking, we’ll torment these two severely and then bury them alive,” a member of the drug trafficking group suggested.
The One-eyed Dragon immediately refused after hearing this, “The Resistance Army of Tijuana is not a common organization; their attitude is very tough. If we really harm these two, they will definitely fight us to the death. They also have collaborations with the Drug Enforcement Administration, have taken down many drug trafficking organizations, and if things get too big and hard to control, we will definitely be discarded by those people.”
“Right now, the Drug Enforcement Administration people don’t know where we are, they will never imagine we would take people hostage inside California. The most dangerous place is the safest place! They’re now like headless flies searching the city, probably still thinking we are in Mexico! Hahaha…” laughed the drug trafficking group members.
Upon hearing this, the One-eyed Dragon also chuckled.