Chapter 366 Trophies The naval soldiers who landed on the island immediately went to the vault area. The littoral combat ship also arrived at the coastline of Solo Island half an hour later. Those Haitian soldiers who had originally thought of secretly leaving on a speedboat completely gave up the idea after seeing the warships appear on the sea, and squatted on the ground with their heads in their hands in surrender. Soon, the chaotic situation on Solo Island was completely suppressed with the arrival of the littoral combat ship. Many desperate criminals carrying money robbed amphibious vessels and tried to leave the port, but they were blocked at the door and the littoral combat ship sank them with a single shot from its naval gun! After seeing this scene, everyone became quiet and surrendered. After seeing that the situation had stabilized, the hacker think tank team also chose to land on Solo Island by submarine and patrol boat, and went to meet General Assad who was captured by the gunman team. At that time, Assad was covered in dust, with a gun pointed at his head and tied up. He no longer had the spirit and vigor he had before. There were even several holes in his lower body. He lost his ability to move and was treated with emergency bandages to stop the bleeding. "Hello, General Assad, it's an honor to meet you. We are members of the international organization Acr." The people from the Acr organization immediately greeted him.
"Acr? Is it the bandit organization that specializes in petty thefts? I didn't expect that I would fall into your hands. Are you working for the US military? Have you surrendered to them? I don't remember any conflict of interest between me and the people behind you." General Assad looked pale and puzzled. "If you want money, I can give it to you as long as you can spare my life." "That's not what you said before." The people of the Acr organization just felt that he changed his face too quickly. "As for whether to spare your life, that is not up to us. Even if you are tried and sent to prison, others will not let you go." "I have been ruined by you and am about to lose everything I have, but you can't kill me, otherwise you will be wanted internationally. It is not a good idea to cooperate with the US military. If you lose your usefulness, your fate will be even worse than mine," Assad said. "We never said we were cooperating with the US military. We just wanted to expose the bad things you did and make some money at the same time!" said the Acr people. "Don't fool me. If you don't have the support of the US military, where did you get the littoral combat ships?" Assad sneered. "We stole the Littoral Combat Ship. After all, you've already said that we are international thieves! There is nothing we can't do or steal!" Someone from the Acr organization said, "There is a billionaire who invested in Silver Island and took back his assets from the Colombian guerrillas. This littoral combat ship is his personal property, but we bribed the people on his ship while he was not paying attention and stole the combat ship in the name of sea patrol. Don't worry, the littoral combat ship will return tonight, and no one will notice that it has left the port! Not even the billionaire himself will know." “……”Assad fell silent after hearing this. "If it's true, then you are really bold!! If it's false, I can't imagine when I offended that billionaire." Assad sighed, "What conditions do you have to let me go? I can give you all the money." "Fool, even if we kill you, the money on the island will still be ours." The people from the Acr organization laughed. Assad was very unwilling to accept this, but there was nothing he could do, after all, he had been defeated. "I have a backup video. If you want to use it to blackmail those South American officials and make them work for you, it may help you, as long as you don't kill me." Assad has pulled out all the chips he can. But the people from the Acr organization didn't waste any more time talking to him. They just blindfolded him, tied him up and put him in the car, ignoring his protests. They immediately took their men to the underground command post in the attic to collect the damaged hard drives. "Thankfully, the hard drives only had their videos and memory data deleted, and were not completely destroyed!"
"Quick! Restore the data immediately!" "Didn't Assad say he had a backup?" "He must have hidden those things in the base in Haiti. There are Assad's men there, so it's too dangerous. It would be safer to find a professional to steal and make a copy. If that doesn't work, we can also pay off the soldiers and technicians there." "The most urgent thing now is to open the vault, take out all the gold and treasures inside, and count the number. After Mr. Jin has reviewed it, we can then divide the dividends." "This is a lot of work. We also need to contact the women who were trafficked to the island by Assad, as well as Assad's harem." "The arsenal on the island also needs to be counted. Don't move it. They all belong to someone! They need to be handed over to Mr. Jin." "What about those leaf greenhouses and drug processing plants?" "We'll take some photos of the evidence, and then wait for Mr. Jin to make a decision before we proceed. Once everything is settled, we can contact our media friends and ask them to come to the island for a field investigation." The Acr organization arranged the work on the island in an orderly manner and also arranged the subsequent work. Seeing that the situation on Solo Island had been brought under control, the chief leader far away on Silver Island also received a message from Captain Spike. After considering it, Zhang Allen also waved his hand and called Boktu, "Go prepare the plane, we are going to Solo Island." "Isn't it inconvenient to get there?" Boktu asked in surprise. "As long as we don't show our faces in front of the camera, it'll be fine. No one will recognize us in the dark. I went there just to see how much money is in the island's vault and the equipment in the armory." Zhang Ailun said: "Go prepare the plane, we'll leave now." "OK." Boktu nodded, turned around and left the command room, and prepared the plane at the airport. Zhang Ailun also arrived at the airport by car and landed on the Cirrus. After Boktu debugged the electronic equipment, he started the plane and left Silver Island for Solo Island. It was already early in the morning when we arrived at the airport on Solo Island. The people of the Acr organization have repaired the data on the encrypted hard drive and obtained hundreds of videos, all of which are scandals of South American officials on the island. Even American officials and businessmen are involved. No wonder Assad feels incredible about the US military attack on him. However, the chief leader doesn't care much about these things. He cares more about how much wealth he can gain from this mission! The Cirrus Fathead Shark landed at the airport on Solo Island. Zhang Ailun had already contacted Spike and the people from the Acr organization in advance, informing them that he would arrive on Solo Island. Spike had also prepared people to pick him up. When Zhang Allen got off the plane, he saw several camouflaged military vehicles parked beside the runway. Spike was leading his men on alert. When he saw the chief coming over, he immediately ran over and saluted, "Report to the commander! Captain Spike reports to you!" "No need to be so formal. Tell me the current situation on Solo Island." Zhang Ailun waved his hand and asked. "With the concerted efforts of our soldiers, littoral combat ships, and Black Hawk helicopters, everything has been settled. Many desperadoes and wanted criminals who attempted to cause chaos and escape have been dealt with. We have also opened the vault on Solo Island and obtained the gold, cash, jewelry, celebrity calligraphy and other collections, as well as a lot of equipment in the arsenal. They are all waiting for you to come and count and distribute them." Captain Spike reported, and took out a list for the chief to review. Zhang Ailun just picked it up and weighed it. The feel of the thick printed paper made him feel that he had gained a lot. He just glanced at it casually, then put it away, handed it to the person next to him, and said, "Take me over to have a look." "Understood." After receiving the order, Spike immediately began to gather people to take action. Zhang Ailun also boarded the military vehicle and drove to the vault on Solo Island. Ten minutes later, he arrived at the garbage dump, where there were the wreckage of a helicopter crash and an armored vehicle that had been burned to the point that only the steel frame was left. Zhang Allen got out of the car and, under the guidance of Spike, came to the entrance of the vault. The surrounding garbage had been cleared out, revealing only an entrance that looked like an underground hangar.
"There are two entrances to the vault, one is a garbage dump, and the other is a sewage outlet leading to the sea. In addition to treasures, there are also some clay explosives and C4 explosives in the vault. Assad wanted to run to the vault before, not only because he wanted to detonate the explosives, but more importantly, he wanted to escape from the other exit of the vault." Spike introduced. Zhang Ailun nodded and followed him up the stairs into the vault. At first glance, it was a long corridor and hallway with mining lamps and power lines hanging on it. Nothing unusual. After walking a distance inside, there is an open iron door, which is similar in thickness to the iron door of a bank vault. Walking inside is a spacious room with a large amount of gold, jewelry, calligraphy and paintings, and antiques piled on the wooden shelves. Many people are also driving four-wheel base vehicles to move boxes. Zhang Allen was attracted by a square copper product. Spike immediately introduced it, "It seems to be an antique bronze ware from Asia. It has a history of more than 2600 years. It was purchased by Assad at a private auction for million US dollars. It is paired with a bronze lamp with an inscription. The seller seems to be from an antique company. According to him, the real one is here and the fake one is in the museum." "Yes, it's mine." Zhang Ailun nodded and smiled. "It just so happens that I don't have any collections on my island, and the room is empty. I'll take it back and have someone make a fake one. I'll sell the real one and put the replica on the island for show." Anyway, he would not put real things out for people to see. He is not afraid of thieves stealing, but he is afraid of thieves eyeing them. "Understood." Spike nodded and immediately took out a small notebook to write this down. He then took the chief leader to the place where the gold was piled up and introduced: "According to Assad himself, most of his wealth is not kept in his hands. He spends the money quickly after making it, or launders it and deposits it into a bank account. Therefore, his real wealth is not as much as imagined. The actual value of this island is more than his money. After all, he supports so many people and has built so many facilities. There are hundreds of people in his harem, which is a huge expense!" "There is only $16 billion in cash on the island, and the value of the gold reserves is only $5 million. Add those collectibles, and the value of the entire vault is less than $30 billion! It's about $28-29 billion." Zhang Ailun fell silent after hearing this. What do you mean there is only 16 billion in cash? 5 million in gold? Less than 30 billion? Damn, Assad is really rich! ! Can you handle hundreds of women? However, as a private island owner, Assad also runs a drug trafficking business, and the island has only 3 billion US dollars, which is a relatively low income. This is also because he is extravagant, spends more, and cannot save money. Colombian drug lords and drug cartels once made tens of billions of dollars simply by selling drugs in the last century. They had no place to hide their money, so they had to dig pits and bury it. When they dug it out, the money was moldy. If we put it in today's inflation value, it's at least 100 billion US dollars! The chief leader couldn't help but sigh that this guy is still strong despite his old age, and he must have taken drugs a lot in his daily life. Looking at those collectibles, famous paintings and calligraphy, antique collections and the like, he wanted to sell them for money after taking them back, but he had to find someone to consign them to him, which was also very time-consuming. He thought, "We only need a portion of the cash and all the gold. We will ship all the money to the littoral combat ship and take it back. When the work on Silver Island is on track in two days, you can go back." "Understood." Spike nodded in agreement immediately. "Take me to the armory to see what's in it." Zhang Ailun turned around and led his men out of the vault. Spike followed him out, told everyone to get in the car, and drove to the armory. "There are three arsenals on Solo Island. There are hundreds of rifles, 26 military vehicles, and only two armored vehicles left. There are two Gazelle attack helicopters, but they look quite old. They were not used in this operation. It may be that they were too late to use them, or there may be some internal problems. There are also four private planes of various models, all of which we intercepted and obtained from the airport." After arriving at the armory, the chief got out of the car and saw vehicles and weapons and equipment parked on the flat ground outside. Spike also introduced the anti-aircraft missiles and anti-sea missile equipment to the chief leader. "More importantly, the anti-aircraft missiles and anti-sea missile equipment on the island. Because they were suppressed by our intelligence and signal jammers throughout this operation, they were of no use. The range of these missiles is about 75 kilometers, and they are well preserved. If we bring them back, they should also play a role in the safety of the island." Zhang Ailun looked at the unknown missiles and fire control equipment and nodded, "Then take them all back." After following Spike on another tour, Zhang Allen pointed at the armored vehicles and private planes and said, "Drive all the private planes that can be driven to Silver Island. Let Acr's people also transport the armored vehicles and gazelles to Silver Island. Later, they will be transported to Jehovah Island and our people will inspect and repair them before selling them through the Armed Nation's channels." "Understood." Spike nodded in agreement. (End of this chapter)