Chapter 200 Night Attack on the Camp It was getting dark. Soon it was time to get off work. Zhang Ailun turned off the computer in the office, stretched his body, and walked downstairs. Jennifer on the first floor had just finished cleaning and was about to close the shop. Bailey was still calculating that he had only sold six orders today. He started to calculate the number again and delivered two more orders. It was still far from the ten orders Jennifer had mentioned, but it was impossible for him to work overtime today. "Honey, do you want to go back with me?" Jennifer changed her clothes, carried her newly bought LV bag, and looked at the leader expectantly. There is no doubt that her LV bags are also purchased from street vendors. After all, how can the ones on the counter be as good and cheap as those on the street stalls? "You go with Bailey. I have some things to take care of tonight." Zhang Allen handed the keys of the Wrangler to Jennifer, and asked Bailey to pull out the escort vehicle and park it outside the door. He also picked out a few handy weapons and explosive throwing equipment and placed them on the escort vehicle in case of emergency. "Then can I drive your Lamborghini?" Jennifer asked tentatively. "Of course." Zhang Ailun smiled. "Then can I give someone a ride?" Jennifer asked again. "Not for men," Zhang Ailun replied.
"Oh, of course it can't be a man. Are you doubting me? It's some sisters I know." Jennifer readily agreed, and after hugging and kissing the leader goodbye, she and Bailey drove to Old Pick's Auto Repair Shop, intending to borrow the leader's Lamborghini and go shopping with her sisters. Zhang Ailun closed the store, sat in the escort vehicle, took out his cell phone to inform Xige to gather at Y1 Street, and asked about their preparations for the preliminary work. Sieg: Everything is ready. I also got a sand truck from that Kim Rachel guy. When are we going over there? Zhang Ailun: We haven't received any notification from Supervisor Red yet. Let's go and deal with those Black Panthers who are involved in human trafficking first. Sig: Ok, I'll take people there right away. Zhang Ailun put away his phone, started the escort vehicle and arrived at Y1 Street, parked on the side of the road, got out of the vehicle and bought a fast food meal at the convenience store across the street, and had a simple meal. The street lights lit up one by one, but only near the intersections near the traffic lights. Other places were still pitch black, and pedestrians became scarce. Only convenience stores and some storefronts had neon lights on. Not long after, Sig came with his men. Zhang Ailun waved his hand and asked them to get in the car and talk. Several big men sitting in the back of the escort vehicle also picked up the weapons and equipment on the escort vehicle and waited patiently. Sig sat in the passenger seat, fastened his seat belt, and asked, "Boss, do we need to notify Eddie? Isn't he in charge of the begging business in the nearby streets?" Zhang Ailun pondered for a moment and said, "That's not necessary. Just be normal. Otherwise, those guys might not have the guts to kidnap someone here." It was around 22:40 in the evening. There were not many people on the street. The Beggar Gang disciples who had finished work were still wandering the streets, walking in groups, gathering together, holding cheap beer in their hands, chatting and laughing. "Guess what? I met a very generous lady today. I praised her perfect figure and said she looked like a celebrity. She was very happy and gave me $5 directly!" "Why was it that last time I found someone to praise him, but that guy came up and punched me?" "Hey man, if you want to beg for money from passers-by, you must learn to observe more. If they are in a hurry, you'd better not disturb them. If they are carrying a lot of daily necessities, most of them will have change and don't mind giving you a few more cents. You have to be sweet-mouthed, so that you can have a chance to get money!" A group of disciples from the Dirty Clothes Sect of the Beggars' Gang were teaching by example under the street lights, imparting their inner strength skills, while senior employees were talking freely and chatting while holding bottles of wine. Even at night, they were not worried at all, because this was the territory of their Beggars' Gang. The walls were sprayed with little yellow ducks. The Sanji Bar was on the next street. Thanks to the chief, there were basically no black homeless people or gangsters wandering around the nearby streets, and the security was much better. The police enforcement is also much more intense than in other neighborhoods, and the neighborhood is not suitable for zero-dollar shopping at all. Not long after, a silver-gray van with license plate number LS-46G-8A appeared on the street and lingered on the street for a long time, attracting attention. Finally, the car stopped in front of several Beggars' Sect disciples. The door was opened from the inside out, and several black men with their faces covered suddenly ran out of the car.
The Beggars' Sect disciples realized that something was wrong, and several of them quickly dropped the wine bottles in their hands and turned around and ran away. However, these old blacks were obviously well prepared. They rushed towards the two young-looking Beggar Gang disciples, pounced on them, grabbed them, dragged them up and stuffed them into the van. "Oh! Shit! Who are you?" The Beggars' Sect disciples were almost scared and screamed. "Be quiet, okay? Otherwise I'll break your head!" Lao Hei threatened. Seeing this, Xige and Qibatu in the escort vehicle wanted to get off to stop their actions, but Zhang Ailun stopped them and allowed the two Beggar Gang disciples to be captured by Lao Hei. He was tied up and a towel was stuffed into his mouth. Several people hurriedly tied him up and put him in the car. The black man in the driving seat stepped on the accelerator and drove away from the street. The remaining Beggar Gang disciples' faces turned pale with fright. They hid on the street, watching the van leaving, and hurriedly took out their cell phones to call for help. Zhang Ailun then slowly started the escort vehicle, came to their side, lowered the window, and informed them: "No need to call the police. I will handle this matter." "Boss? Why are you here?" When the Beggar Gang disciple saw Zhang Ailun suddenly appear, he seemed to have a backbone in an instant and hurriedly said, "Those blacks kidnapped Huo De and Billy." "I saw it. You should go back quickly. The streets are not safe these days. Tell others not to wander around the streets." Zhang Ailun warned and continued to comfort people, "I will bring them both back safely." He rolled up the car window, stepped on the accelerator and drove off the street, following the van out of the city and heading to the Black Panther team's base in the suburbs. "Boss, why didn't you just take action just now?" Qibatu was still a little confused while driving. "They must have kidnapped more than two people. There are probably other victims on the territory. If we alert them in advance, they will definitely run away after hearing the news, and it will be difficult to catch them then." Zhang Ailun explained that these new employees were still doubting the arrangements made by the chief, while the old employee Xige had already laid down and started playing with his mobile phone. Using his skilled driving skills and engine power, the leader quickly caught up with the van and saw its taillights from a distance, but did not overtake to attract attention. He just followed it at a leisurely pace. We followed the van all the way to a wilderness area in the suburbs. The van slowed down, turned into a side road, and headed for a dilapidated factory building. In order not to attract attention, Zhang Ailun turned the steering wheel and turned the car into the fork in the road, turned off the engine and got out of the car to observe the situation there. There were two pickup trucks parked in the factory yard, a bonfire was burning, and two black guys were guarding the gate. The van stopped directly in the yard, and several black men got out and carried the tied Beggar Gang disciple down. The man was already unconscious, and it seemed that he had been injected with anesthetics or other hypnotic drugs in the car. Hearing the noise, several people came out of the factory. The leader was a burly black man wearing a gold necklace. He bumped fists with the black men and said hello. No one knew what they said. The leader then asked the other men to carry the people into the factory. The black men who were transporting the goods turned around and got back into the van, driving away from another intersection. Zhang Ailun watched the departing vehicles and asked Sig to take people to other places to observe and collect intelligence. Sig and his people were professionals. With the help of professional equipment, they quickly gathered intelligence about the Black Panther camp. He came back and reported to the chief leader: "Boss, there are more than a dozen people here, and some of them are armed, but we don't see any heavy firepower." Zhang Ailun hesitated for a few seconds and decided to teach these old blacks a lesson. He immediately asked Sig to take out the VSS sniper rifle carried in the car. This gun was equipped with a sniper aiming system, replaced with subsonic bullets, and had its own silencer. It was specially designed for sentry detection. "Be as quiet as possible and kill those black people with firepower outside the door remotely. Go over there sneakily and don't shoot." Zhang Ailun made a series of combat gestures. "Ok." Sig gladly accepted the order, took the VSS sniper rifle, put on the radio headset, and took someone to find a suitable high-position shooting location. "The rest of you stay here on standby. After receiving Sig's notification, sneak in immediately and surround the factory. I will follow in the car and leave two people outside to provide support. If there are any special circumstances, you can open fire to suppress the fire." Zhang Ailun instructed, and the other Beggar Gang disciples also expressed their understanding. Although the leader's accuracy with a gun is average, his mind is still very clear.
I returned to the escort vehicle and felt that it was not safe to engage in a firefight outside. With bulletproof cars and sniper rifles, who would want to shoot them face to face? If there weren't any of his own people inside, the leader would have wanted to just bring his individual bazooka over and fire a rocket at it, flattening their house! Sorry, arms dealers are just showing off. We have plenty of weapons in our military reserves, are you envious? Sig carried the box to a hillside and lay low, overlooking the camp below. There were leaks everywhere. Two black guys were talking and laughing outside, smoking leaves, and they had no idea that danger was coming. He opened the green weapon packaging box of the vss, took out the brand new gun, as well as two boxes of subsonic bullets, filled the magazine, installed the aiming system, and made preparations for assembly and firing. Sig held his breath, lay on the ground, set up the VSS sniper rifle, and skillfully adjusted the sniper aiming system. The gold medal fighter of the Beggar Gang next to him also took out professional equipment, tested the wind speed and distance for him, and adjusted the sniper shooting error to reduce it. "What do you say? Man, after your shift changes, let's go to Little Rock next door to play some games? A big boss like me, they will definitely welcome me. Because not only do I have a big guy, I'm also very rich!" Lao Hei was very proud, grinned, and took out a roll of banknotes from his pocket. "Shit! Nigger! You just got lucky and won some money in the past two days. If your sister hadn't slept with Rondy, do you think you would be called to guard the camp?" The black guy next to him said disdainfully. "Little Rock is too unsafe. It's already early morning when you drive there, and the casinos are about to close. A while ago, a casino was robbed! Many tire shops have also been wiped out. It's better to go to the poor streets of Los Angeles and find an underground casino. You can save some money." Brother Hei said. "Ok, you have the final say." Lao Hei smoked leaves leisurely and chatted with each other. Sig aimed at his head, pulled the trigger, and there was a snap. When he turned his head, Lao Hei was still smoking a leaf. His eyes went dark and he suddenly fell to the ground. When the black man next to him heard the sound, he turned around and saw the watermelon blossoming. He was so frightened that he stood there in a daze, with a cigarette in his mouth. Before he could react, Sig, like the god of death, aimed the sniper scope at his black head again. He pulled the trigger, and with a snap, Lao Hei fell down, making almost no sound. Sig continued to hold his gun, aiming and observing the situation inside the factory through the window glass. The black people inside were singing and dancing, smoking tobacco, drinking beer, and adjusting the radio. Reported: "Target accomplished. Can infiltrate." Zhang Ailun received Sig's message and saw the two black men sleeping like babies, lying on the ground and unable to get up. These people are really not professional at all. They are trying to learn how to be gatekeepers and use shooting tactics with professional veterans. They are indeed a little naive. Immediately send someone with weapons to sneak into the factory, block the gate and wipe them out. A group of people with guns in hand sneaked into the house silently. It was called sneaking, but to be honest, it was no different from walking into the yard in a swagger. After all, the old black guards outside were gone. The chief leader remained calm and stayed in the armored vehicle because he was afraid of death. He started the escort vehicle, stepped on the accelerator at a constant speed, and drove to the outside of the factory. After observing the situation, he found that Lao Hei inside had not received any news and did not even want to come out to observe, so he got out of the car with peace of mind. With bullets loaded, they followed to the door of the factory, and two of them stayed behind to stand guard at the place where Lao Hei was guarding. Following the eye signal, the Beggar Gang disciple next to him immediately stepped forward and knocked on the factory door. "The black man inside is about to come out to open the door. He doesn't have a gun and all the guns are on the table." Sig acted as a lookout and reported intelligence at all times. Zhang Ailun was relieved and stood aside with his gun in hand. When someone in the factory opened the door, the other party said impatiently, "WTF! What happened outside..." Before he could finish his words, the Beggar Gang disciple next to him rushed over and pinned the man to the ground. The man next to him hit Lao Hei's back of the head with the butt of his gun, and stars appeared in his eyes. He knelt skillfully on Lao Hei's neck and put the muzzle of the gun against his forehead. He raised his head to glance at the chief leader, but Zhang Ailun didn't even look at him. He just waved his hand without turning his head. The Beggar Gang disciple also understood and pulled the trigger directly. With a snap, he was freed.
Others kicked the door open, pulled the ring of the stun bomb and threw it in. Some even went further and entered through the back door by climbing through the window. When there was a loud bang, everyone filed in, shouting, "FBI!!!" "Oh! Shit!!!" When Lao Hei first heard the gunshots outside, he immediately realized that something was wrong and quickly picked up his pistol to resist. However, he was blinded by the stun bomb thrown in, and his head was dizzy, his internal organs were churning, and he knelt on the ground and couldn't help but want to retch. Sig fired directly. With a snap and the sound of glass breaking, the bullet penetrated the glass and shot the Black Panther boss inside in the head from a distance. I didn't even get a good look at what he looked like before my head exploded. Soon after, several heavily armed men rushed in and surrounded the black men. Seeing the fully armed FBI personnel rushing into the room, the blacks panicked and quickly raised their hands, "Hey! We surrender..." However, they didn't expect that the Beggar Gang disciples would not follow the ethics of martial arts and would just raise their guns and start shooting at them without saying a word. Ta-da! Ta-da! Ta-da! Lao Hei was beaten into a sieve in an instant and fell down in disbelief. Zhang Ailun covered his ears and listened to the gunshots outside the door until they stopped. Then he slowly pushed the door open and walked into the house. The factory was filled with smoke and the smell of gunpowder mixed with the stench of leaves. Looking at the cocoa powder and the unburned leaves on the table, he covered his nose and frowned and said to the old black man who was unwilling to close his eyes: "You didn't expect it. Man, we are not the FBI at all!" He took out his pistol and fired two more shots. He turned around and saw an iron cage covered with black cloth. He signaled the Beggars' Sect disciples to open it. He walked over and opened it. He found five or six people, both men and women. Even the two kidnapped Beggars' Sect disciples were inside. "I knew these guys couldn't have only done this one deal." Zhang Ailun said coldly, "People who engage in human trafficking are nothing." "Boss, no one was left alive. What if they left behind some inheritance? A wife, a lover, or something? That would be such a pity." The crazy captain Qibatu said with some regret. Zhang Ailun looked at him speechlessly. Why did he feel that this guy was more capable than Sig? (End of this chapter)