Chapter 220 Iron-blooded Man Boktu came over soon. Zhang Ailun asked him to drive the escort vehicle while he packed his things and sat in the passenger seat. It was the first time for him to go out on business alone with the chief, and he was curious why they had to go to the suburbs. "Of course we have important business to handle. Don't talk too much and do more." Zhang Ailun fastened his seat belt in the passenger seat, took out his cell phone to search the map and locate the coordinates, and immediately asked Boktu to drive to the mountaintop villa in the suburbs. The vehicle quickly left the city and drove on the suburban road. There was no obstruction along the way and it took dozens of minutes to arrive at the private mountaintop estate. When we drove here, we saw several pickup trucks with out-of-town license plates parked outside. The manor covered a fairly large area, with five or six independent buildings, surrounded by a circle of fixed wooden fences and ground-mounted wind turbines. Boktu keenly sensed that something was wrong. After getting out of the car, he said cautiously: "Boss, I feel like something is wrong here." "If it's wrong, then it's right." Zhang Ailun didn't take it seriously. He immediately pushed open the gate, took out a pistol from his tactical chest bag, and walked in with the gun. Arriving at the inner courtyard of the manor, the two had only taken a few steps when they saw a man with a wild mind lying in the grass in the open space in the backyard. Next to it was a German Shepherd with its stomach ripped open.
Boktu cautiously stepped forward to investigate and found that the man was already dead, with an unnumbered submachine gun hanging from his body. He had been shot twice in the chest and once in the head, and his body was completely broken into pieces. There were traces of dog bites on his ankles, and I instantly imagined a hearty gunfight! He said with some fear: "Boss, this was shot by a shotgun! The bullet should have been shot from the house, or it was a surprise attack. This person also looks like a Mexican." "I can see that." Zhang Ailun also saw the broken glass and walked towards the villa room in the manor. The door curtain was half-closed, so he pushed the door open and walked in. Suddenly, half a person floated down. "..." Several cold bodies were found, the murals in the room were covered with ketchup and bullet holes, the tables and chairs were upside down, and glass bottles were broken all over the floor. There was smoke and fire, and there were traces of what seemed to be grenade explosions. Zhang Ailun was secretly shocked. Arriving at the second floor, he saw a figure sitting in the corner. Zhang Ailun approached cautiously with his gun in hand, and took a look. Well, the figure was already dead. The man wearing a cowboy hat and overalls, covered in blood, was obviously the owner of the villa on the top of the mountain. It can be seen that he had several bullet holes in his body and was holding a clay detonator in his hand. In the ammunition box next to it were 12-gauge shotgun shells, a Remington shotgun, a Remington revolver, an M4 rifle, two grenades, a stun grenade, and a burnt cigarette butt in his mouth, which was a Marlboro brand. The chief leader stood in awe. Buddy, you died so handsomely? ? You are fighting against ten people alone, and your only teammate is a black wolfhound. Who are you? It's a pity that after killing them all, he also died from excessive blood loss. Mars! ! "Search to see if there is anything valuable." Zhang Ailun returned to the first floor and told Boktu not to just stand there, and it was time to use his talent for a carpet search. As for the God of War, let's not disturb him and let him continue lying here. He turned around and walked out the door, heading towards the flat ground of another courtyard. There was a helipad over there, and next to it was a room that looked like a parking garage. It was undoubtedly the hangar on the top of the mountain. After trying to enter the password, there was no response. Zhang Ailun simply smashed the glass with the butt of his gun, climbed over the wall and walked in. As soon as he entered the hangar, he saw the private plane covered with black cloth parked inside. He opened the hangar door from the inside out, lifted the black cloth, and revealed the appearance of the plane. It turned out to be a Cirrus SF50.
Zhang Ailun was overjoyed and searched the price of the plane. The average selling price on the market was around 35 US dollars! It looks a bit old, probably because it has not been driven or maintained much, but its value is still around $300,000. It is a jet business jet and looks like a fat shark. It can accommodate seven passengers, and its white and red color scheme looks very pleasing. Zhang Ailun immediately opened the cabin cover and door, got in to experience it, and the ride felt pretty good. On the other side, Boktu also found a handbag in a warehouse after searching the street stalls for a while. He opened the zipper and saw that it was full of South American imported goods. It looked like silver bricks, wrapped in a layer of plastic film and shining with silver light. There was also a bag of cash next to it, at least $50,000! Boktu hurriedly reported the goods to the chief leader, "Boss, here is a bag of good stuff! It looks like it's worth at least $40! And some cash." He saw the private jet parked in the hangar again. With his keen eyes, it was impossible for him not to recognize the model of the plane. He was a little surprised and said, "It's actually a business jet? Cirrus SF50? It will cost at least $35 to buy it, but if you want to fly it long distances, the subsequent maintenance costs and fuel engine construction costs will be at least $5 to $8!" "We've made a lot of money this time. This group of people are all drug traffickers from South America. The owner of the manor is a retired dark web killer. I don't know how he offended the Mexican drug traffickers from the south. Then, in order to snatch this package of South American imported goods, a fight broke out here, and in the end, they all died together." Zhang Ailun explained. I took out my mobile phone and took some photos of the aircraft numbers of the Cirrus SF50 and sent them to Blitz. Zhang Ailun: Please help me check the history and information of this private jet. Blitz: This business jet seems to have an owner at present. It was purchased by a suburban estate owner in 19. It has been parked and maintained in Las Vegas and a rural machine shop in Texas. It has been listed for sale twice on the consignment page, but neither of them was sold in the end. Zhang Ailun: The owner of this plane has passed away now. The cause of the accident was a gunfight and murder by a group of Mexican drug dealers. Can you transfer this plane to my assets? Britz: This is not a problem. The owner has listed the aircraft for sale twice. You only need to find the sales pages of the first two times, tamper with the time of successful transaction, forge a transaction certificate and the signatures of both parties. Or you can drive the aircraft back and buy the serial number of the same model of scrapped aircraft from scalpers online. You can also transfer the ownership by using a fake license plate, which is similar to the process of listing the aircraft at the vehicle management office. The premise is that the owner agrees or the owner is no longer alive. Zhang Ailun: OK, he will definitely agree, because he has already met God. I will have someone drive the plane to the hangar now, and you can help me with the transfer procedures for this plane. There are also South American imports worth $40 here that need to be sold as soon as possible. Can you find someone to trade with? Britz: South American imports? If you sell to retail dealers on the street, there won't be much risk, but it will take too long, and selling in batches will also take some time. If you sell to people online, you definitely can't find locals. Jason's website users have many wealthy big customers, most of whom are from South America, and some of them may need these things. Zhang Ailun: Jason sells fake goods, but these are real things. Are you sure it won’t affect his business? Blitz: When the transaction is completed, just block the person. I'll help you select reliable people! If it doesn't work, sell these things to those black DJs. Anyway, they also have this habit in private. Zhang Ailun: ok! Once you have the sales channels in place, it's easy to make money. Zhang Allen took the $2 in cash, kept $ for himself, and took out $ as dividends and travel expenses, and gave it to Boktu. He asked Boktu to fly the plane carrying the South American imports to the suburban hangar and told him the hangar password. He certainly wouldn't dare to drive such a powerful thing openly on the road. The state police are not just there to do nothing. They can find out the truth easily. If it is transported by air, it will be much more reliable. Boktu took the money with a smile on his face, found the key to the private jet, started the Cirrus SF50 that had been parked for a long time, drove it out of the hangar, and slowly came to the apron. He placed the package of South American imported goods on the plane, said hello to the chief, started the turbofan engine, adjusted the cold start electronic instruments, steered the plane's wheels for a distance on the tarmac, and then took off directly into the sky. Zhang Ailun watched the private plane leave and stayed to clean up the traces. He walked around the mountaintop manor and after confirming that everything was correct, he returned to the escort vehicle, started the vehicle and left. While driving on the road in the suburbs, Zhang Ailun opened the intelligence content again, searched the police station near the Majiang Manor in the rural town, found the liquor that was for sale, and called the other party. Soon the other party answered the phone, "Hello?" "Hello, I saw the batch of vodka imported from Russia that you had for sale on . I would like to make an appointment to purchase this batch of liquor. Do you have time to meet and trade now?" Zhang Ailun asked. "Of course we have time, man. But we plan to sell this batch of wine at a fixed price of $5000. If you think it's acceptable, come to the small town police station in Majiang Manor xxx and find Rico." The other party said. "Ok. I'll be there now." Zhang Ailun hung up the phone and drove the escort vehicle to the Majiang Manor in a small country town. It took dozens of minutes to reach the rural town and stop in front of the police station. I got out of the car, pushed the door and walked in, only to find that the place was empty and there was not a single police officer. "Hello? Is anyone there?"
Soon, a fat white police officer came out of the room, holding a cup of Coke and donuts in his hands. He was stuffing them into his mouth and looked at Zhang Ailun in confusion, "Who are you looking for? Are you going to call the police?" "I'm looking for Rui Ke. We talked in advance." Zhang Ailun said. "Oh! It's you. I'm Rico." The white police officer put down his Coke and donuts, clapped his hands, and shook hands with the chief with a smile. He noticed the armed escort vehicle parked in front of the town police station and was a little surprised. "Hey, where did you drive here from? Are you in the arms business?" "That's just the business of a friend of mine. I run a bar in Los Angeles, and I specialize in searching for valuable liquor on the market and purchasing it wholesale," Zhang Ailun explained. "Ok, then follow me! But you'd better not ask where the wine came from. You should be an expert on this." Officer Rico reminded. "I just saw a good police officer who was dedicated to serving the people of the town." Zhang Ailun couldn't help laughing when he saw his fat head and big ears, but he finally held it back and put on a serious expression. Rico went out and locked the door of the police station. He drove an old Ford police car and took Zhang Ailun to another street in the town and to the warehouse yard. Looking at the dilapidated scene inside, any black man could take away everything inside. Really, the last time the chief saw such a dilapidated warehouse was last time. It's a pity that there is no small town girl this time! After parking the car, Rico took out the key, opened the warehouse door, and walked in with Zhang Ailun. "Look, the wine imported from Russia is all here. You can taste it and see how it tastes." He opened a bottle on the spot and poured a glass for the chief. After drinking a glass of vodka, Zhang Ailun felt burning and couldn't taste anything special. Looking at the wine in that warehouse, the purchase price of five thousand dollars was already very cost-effective. He took out his mobile phone, took a photo, and sent it to the professional wine appraiser in the team, asking him to help identify it. Melvin: This seems to be a flavored vodka made in Russia? It has been discontinued and is not sold here. Boss, where did you get it from? Zhang Ailun: Is this batch of goods authentic? It tastes a bit sour and bitter, irritates the throat, and the aftertaste is a bit like rust. Melvin: Absolutely authentic. This kind of wine is only good when mixed into a cocktail. It is an ingredient, not the main ingredient. I saw someone order it at the Carnation Club before. It seems to be called Rusty Nail. It tastes spicy and seems to cut your throat. It tastes like rust and the color is the same as blood. $99 a glass. Zhang Ailun: What kind of good people have nothing better to do than drink nails? At $99 a cup, why don’t they just go grab it! ? Good idea, I'll borrow from it. What happened in the bar, can that be called plagiarism? Others sell it for 99, I only sell it to you for 88! Zhang Ailun put away his phone, and Rui Ke also asked: "How is it? Does it taste good? I asked the people at Majiao Manor. Although the price of this wine is not high, it will cost at least $30 a glass if it is made into a cocktail!" $30? Too small, too small! In Los Angeles bars, the price must be at least $88 a glass! Otherwise, it is all a loss-making business. "I want all these wines! The price is $5000. Do you want to pay in cash or by online bank transfer?" Zhang Ailun agreed generously. Rui Ke also smiled happily and rubbed his hands together. "It would be better if I could pay with cash." Zhang Ailun immediately took out five thousand dollars and handed it to the other party. He drove his own escort truck over, asked the other party to help, and started to carry the wine up. It took some time to get a garage full of vodka, which made the police officer exhausted and start to question his life. Officer Rico was a hardworking officer. Normally, he would be out of breath after running a few steps to catch a black man and didn't want to move. But today, he and the chief were busy moving more than a dozen boxes of wine. He was sweating profusely and didn't say a word. Iron-blooded man!! Zhang Ailun closed the door of the escort vehicle, sat in the vehicle, fastened his belt, and nodded with satisfaction, "If there is this kind of wine next time, remember to contact me, officer! I will definitely accept it all then."
"There will be a chance." Rico made a profit of five thousand dollars and was in a good mood. "Goodbye." After saying hello, Zhang Ailun stepped on the accelerator and drove off the street. As for the batch of seized liquor, whether the people from Majiang Manor will come to ask for it back later has nothing to do with him. Officer Rico will handle it! He drove back to the city and drove directly to the door of Sanji Bar. He parked the car on the side of the road, got out of the car, and called someone to come out to pick up the goods. (End of this chapter)