Chapter 277 Tijuana Zhang Ailun and Sig landed on the Little Bird helicopter, put on their bulletproof vests, sorted their equipment, and opened the green ammunition box. When they saw the RPGs and rockets inside, they nodded with satisfaction. He said, "Let's go." The Beggars' Sect disciples responded immediately, pulled up the helicopter, and took off for Tijuana. The one-hour journey was over very quickly. The experience of taking a helicopter was indeed not very comfortable and was incomparable to the cabin of a private jet. Zhang Ailun sat on it, looking at the tiny ground below, and felt that the Little Bird helicopter was indeed a bit small. No wonder it could only perform fast-in-and-quick-out special operations missions. The last time a Beggar Gang disciple sat on it for several hours in one breath, thinking back it was really hard. After arriving at the US-Mexico border, the Beggars' Gang disciples contacted the border tower, informing the other party in advance that they would be flying a Little Bird helicopter across the border and reporting the number of people. I originally thought that getting from the west coast to Tijuana would be a problem, but when I got here I found that there was not even a guard. Looking around, it was deserted and everyone was just being lazy. Just flew over the border. If you sneak in from Mexico, they may charge you a symbolic toll after catching you, but if you run from the United States to Mexico, they will just leave you alone.
Seeing that they had successfully entered Mexican territory and arrived at the agreed location, Zhang Ailun also contacted the officials in Tijuana. They did not choose to enter the city. After all, there were all kinds of people there, the situation was chaotic, and the bidding department was also a rebel force. After careful consideration, they only landed at a conspicuous and simple airport in the countryside. The environment of the airport is not even as good as the rural-urban junction of Laredo. It's not even a concrete floor, but overgrown with weeds. If there wasn't a graffiti of an H with two circles drawn on it, one would have really thought it was some wasteland. The Beggars' Sect disciples also got off the plane with guns and ammunition, ready to deal with any unexpected situations that might arise. Seeing the helicopter landing, the airport manager who spoke Spanish hurried out to chat with them, with guns in his pockets. What are you mumbling about? “They don’t speak English?” Zhang Ailun directly took out 20 US dollars. "Hey, we're going to stop here for a while. Here's your tip, ok? Can you please stop talking nonsense?" "Ok ok, good!!" The airport staff's expression changed instantly. He gave a thumbs up, took the $20, showed his big white teeth, turned around and left with satisfaction. Fortunately, they understand the most basic communication between people. When in doubt, just pay. Zhang Ailun took a look at the nearby construction and found basically nothing worth seeing. There were a few broken pickup trucks parked not far away, and the people in the cars were looking over here curiously. Each of them had an AK hanging around his neck. As soon as he saw their posture, the leader knew that they were all criminals. He was probably robbing people here, or he was doing flour business. "Boss, this airport seems to be full of drug dealers and thieves. Have we entered a den of thieves?" Sig warned cautiously. "What a fuss! This is the US-Mexico border. Isn't it normal to have drug dealers and desperadoes? If they have the guts, they can just come and rob me." Zhang Ailun patted the ammunition box, "If I don't blow it up into pieces, they will be considered strong." Xige had nothing to say after seeing this. After all, the criminals just didn't obey the law, they were not fools. Seeing that they have armed helicopters with black gun muzzles and machine guns that are so thick, so black, and so ferocious, how could they come up and rob them without any eyes? Do you have to take a big baby out of your crotch and put it on his forehead to be happy?
All the people were killed by one shot. Zhang Ailun took out another twenty dollars and asked the Beggars' Sect disciples to buy a few bottles of drinks. A few people waited here for a while, and soon saw a few military armored vehicles coming from a distance, with their tires stirring up yellow sand, and they sprinted and drifted to the vicinity of the airport. Fifteen or sixteen people carrying guns and wearing camouflage combat uniforms got off the car. When many criminals gathered at the airport saw this, they thought they were here to cause trouble for them, so they quickly got into the car and drove away. "Hello, are you from the Armed Nation of Thunderbolt?" A sexy Latina woman with glasses, short hair, tall figure, and OL clothes got out of the co-pilot seat of the armored vehicle. She came over to greet me warmly and gave me a hug. "I'm the director of the bidding department in Tijuana. You can call me Paulina." Zhang Ailun also shook hands with her, hugged her, and said with some surprise: "Hello, dear. I never thought that the person in charge of this matter would be such a beautiful lady. You made quite a scene and scared away all the rats nearby." "That's as it should be. Everyone in Tijuana knows that we are in a gunfight with drug cartels. Smart people who don't want to die have already fled to other cities." Paulina smiled. "You should have received the batch of arms we transported. How do you feel about using them?" Zhang Ailun asked. "Our personnel are still getting familiar with the equipment, but it is very good that everyone can be armed. Our leader is also very satisfied with it. However, compared with the firepower of those groups, it is still far behind. Tijuana needs to be liberated!" said the female supervisor. "Aren't you afraid of incurring crazy retaliation from the drug cartels? The mayor of Tijuana should also be elected by them." Zhang Ailun asked in surprise. "If you are afraid, then you won't do it?" The female supervisor smiled and said, "Since we have chosen to shoot them, we are not afraid of retaliation. To be honest, we have sacrificed more than a dozen senior officials and hundreds of resistance warriors since we started the resistance, but the fresh blood has not dried up yet. Sooner or later, we will be able to win! At least in Tijuana, there shouldn't be so many lawless elements and desperadoes." "Then you will need more firepower support and assistance." Zhang Ailun immediately began to promote his armed helicopter. "In order to let you experience the importance of firepower, I drove this armed helicopter all the way here. For only $199 million, you can buy a high-configuration armed helicopter with a machine gun and a 30mm caliber cannon. A few shots can blow up not only armored vehicles but even tanks. And it's a bulletproof version." The female supervisor had already noticed the armed helicopter parked here, and the soldiers of the resistance team next to her couldn't take their eyes off it, as if they had seen a peerless beauty. "Minister Paulina, if we had something like this before, we would have had the advantage of air superiority and air-to-ground firepower, and we would never have sacrificed so many people." The rebels' eyes were burning with envy. How come any Ammu-Nation can sell this kind of stuff? They can't even get an advanced night vision helmet or a three-piece suit of the Army. Mexico's annual military expenditure is only a pitiful 60 billion US dollars, which is not even a fraction of that of the United States. The money that military officers and soldiers embezzle in the time it takes them to sleep is more than their military expenditure. However, it is impossible for that much money to be actually put into use. Who isn’t greedy? The American military is greedy, but are the Mexican military not greedy? The country's navy, army and air force do not have many impressive configurations. Not to mention the firepower of advanced models, it would be good if it could meet the World War II standards. The key is that he really doesn't have it. All he uses are antiques that were eliminated by the Americans in the early days. The navy is equipped with 4 US-made Knox-class frigates, more than 30 light frigates, more than 40 coastal patrol ships and missile boats, etc. There are no submarines. They are all rusted on the sea. The most advanced air force is 4 F5 fighters, and 33 propeller trainers are converted into PC-7 light attack aircraft. The rest are various trainers, auxiliary models and ordinary helicopters. There are no dedicated armed helicopters and large transport aircraft. The army currently has neither main battle tanks nor heavy artillery. Its most powerful firepower is 120 French-made ERC-90 Lynx six-wheeled armored reconnaissance vehicles. The army's firepower is so poor that it is being suppressed by drug cartels, not to mention the Tijuana Independent City Armed Forces on the US-Mexico border. The chief leader used the A10, a small bird armed helicopter, which is even more exaggerated than the military's configuration. Look at it, how scary it is. Or maybe they are from next door. "We can buy an armed helicopter for $199 million, which is indeed a very cheap price, but our military budget is not much, and it needs to be allocated to other expenses." The female supervisor fell into deep thought. "I'm already very sincere. If you want to win this battle, you need its firepower support!" Zhang Ailun was not speaking without purpose. After all, the Mexican military does not have any decent air force at all, it is just for show. Even if it does, it is in the hands of drug cartels. When they fight each other, their firepower configuration is the same old street fighting, with weaklings fighting each other. If you can fly a Little Bird helicopter out, you can beat them in street fighting so badly that even their own father won’t recognize them.
If you drive an A10 and fire artillery fire at the enemy, no matter what armored vehicle or tank you drive over, it will be useless. "Mr. Jin, the A10 Warthog attack aircraft you mentioned is not within our purchase range because it is too expensive. The only one we have the budget to buy is the Little Bird helicopter you drove over." The female supervisor looked at the bird helicopter reluctantly, lifted her hair, blinked, and said with a smile: "Of course, if you are willing to give us a discount, we are certainly happy to buy the products you promote." "...I'm not doing charity." Zhang Ailun was speechless. I'm kind enough to introduce you to the equipment, but you want to get it for free, right? "Business is just business. The performance and indicators of this Little Bird helicopter meet the standards of a service aircraft. It can be used for at least another ten years. We can also provide after-sales maintenance services. Each maintenance only costs $5. Of course, if the damage is too serious, spare parts will cost extra." Zhang Ailun continued to sell the product, and the female supervisor also listened to him. They also had some understanding of the product and were still very interested in the Little Bird helicopter. After thinking for a while, the female supervisor took out her phone and said apologetically, "Mr. Jin, I need to discuss this with someone in the department." "Ok." Zhang Ailun nodded in agreement, knowing that business can't be rushed. After all, who can blame them for being poor? But it is impossible for people who are not poor to come to him to purchase goods, as they have already contacted the military and arms companies. The other party took out his cell phone and contacted someone in the department. After talking for a few minutes, he hung up the phone and came back with a smile, saying, "Mr. Jin, after careful consideration, our department has decided to purchase your Little Bird helicopter for $199 million. If we can win this battle and take over all departments and economic systems in Tijuana, we may consider purchasing the A10 at that time. We previously placed a $200 million arms order with your Armed Nation and paid a $60 deposit. We still need to pay you a total of $336 million." "You need to transfer the money into two accounts." Zhang Ailun immediately provided the foundation's official account and website, and asked them to deposit the balance of the arms payment into the Armed Nation's account, and the other money from the sale of the helicopters would be transferred to the foundation. "Okay." The female supervisor sent the account to the department and quickly said, "Mr. Jin, our Ministry of Finance has already allocated funds." "Ok." Zhang Ailun soon received a text message reminder that a sum of money had been transferred to the account of the Ammunition Nation and a sum of money had been transferred to the Hamburg Foundation. He shook her hand in a good mood and said, "It's a pleasure to work with you, Ms. Paulina. Please give my regards to the leader of your resistance army. If you have any needs, you can come to our Armed Nation to place an order in the future." "There will be a chance. But our people don't know much about the Little Bird helicopter. Can you let your people explain the instructions for use?" the female supervisor said again. "This is not a problem." Zhang Ailun immediately asked the Beggar Gang disciples to teach them flying skills. Since the other party was interested in purchasing armed helicopters, they must have recruited professional air force pilots. It would not be a problem for them to get started. With the help of words and deeds, they would soon be able to learn to fly the Little Bird helicopter... I think. The chief leader looked up at the helicopter rising into the sky, swaying from side to side as if performing acrobatics, and was startled. Fortunately, the plane circled for a while and then landed smoothly. The rebel member who was piloting the helicopter was so excited that his face flushed. After getting off the plane, he chattered and shared his experience with other teammates. On the surface, everyone was happy, but the Beggars' Sect disciples were the only ones who were so frightened that they broke out in a cold sweat. They came to the chief and cursed inwardly, "WTF? Where did they find such a professional pilot? They almost triggered the fire control radar just now, and the plane tilted and crashed directly!!" "What's wrong? Is there any problem? They have not attended military academy. They are all self-taught in civilian areas. They used to fly water gliding trainer planes. There shouldn't be any problem, right?" asked the female supervisor. "No problem... I think I have taught him how to enter the hovering mode, and he is doing quite well. But you still need to find professional personnel to assist you, at least to understand the radar and coordinates." The Beggar Gang disciple breathed a sigh of relief. What a makeshift team this is. Are you really just going to do it out of sheer passion? Is this still the 21st century? "We will consider hiring professional air force personnel." The female supervisor replied immediately. The transaction was completed, the other party learned how to fly an armed helicopter and strengthened their armed forces, the chief leader also received the money, and everyone was happy. I politely declined the other party's invitation to visit the city to avoid having any wild ideas, after all, this was on someone else's territory. After watching the rebel team leave, Zhang Ailun sent a message to Bailey, asking him to drive his Cirrus SF50 over to pick him up.
The speed of Cirrus SF50 is much faster than that of the Little Bird helicopter, at a speed of kilometers per hour, it reached the border town in less than half an hour. The chief saw the fathead shark swooping over from afar and landing on the simple runway. "What kind of airport runway is this!" Bailey complained as soon as he opened the door: "Boss, if you have a few more hard landings like this, your wheels will definitely be gone!" "Your wheels are in jeopardy. This is a small country place. Do you think you are in Los Angeles? The developer's money is all used to buy villas, cocoa, and play with women. Where would there be money to build a road here? This is already the flattest airport runway nearby. Stop talking so much and go back quickly." Zhang Ailun led his men onto the private plane in a bad mood. I sat down on it and breathed a long sigh of relief. It is still very comfortable to have my own private jet. The chief leader really doesn't want to sit in the rear cabin of that crappy armed helicopter again. Bailey started the Cirrus Shark while chattering, and sprinted into flight, leaving the rural town on the US-Mexico border and heading for Los Angeles, California. Everything was fine when we came, but when we left, we received a warning from the border tower. Fortunately, nothing unexpected happened. I sent a message to Blitzcrank and entered the country smoothly. Because the leader used his money power! (End of this chapter)