America: Starting with Daily Intelligence-Chapter 308 - 181: Romantic Encounter

In the dead of night, Old Jack drove to Little Rock and checked into a room at the Motel.

After confirming the information, Old Jack took Old Earl and his grandson to knock on Allen Zhang’s room door.

Allen Zhang received the message, went over to open the door for them, checked to ensure no one else was paying attention to the area, then quickly let the three men in.

Old Jack, carrying a briefcase and wearing a flat cap, placed the weapons and equipment on the table, introducing, "This is Old Earl, and this is his grandson, you can call him Mike."

Allen Zhang nodded, looking at the slightly overweight old man with flecks of grey in his hair, but spirited and strong for his age.

And then at his tall and sturdy grandson, standing at six feet one, with eyes full of clear stupidity, giving an impression a little slow and clumsy.

Smiling, he shook their hands and greeted, "Gents, hello! My name’s Hanberger Juan Jin, folks in the streets show me respect, most people just call me Mr. Jin."

Old Earl had done his research beforehand, but he still harbored some doubt and distrust towards the General Sect Leader, "Pal, you’re just too young. It’s not that I don’t trust you, but you guys joined halfway through. If it weren’t for Old Jack vouching that this deal is clean, I’d even suspect that Old Jack might be under your thumb!"

Indeed, he was under Mr. Hanberger’s control, having been coerced.

Allen Zhang chuckled, "Old Jack and I go way back, we hit it off right away."

"Indeed, the Brandy in his bar is not bad. From now on, I’ll stick with working for him," Old Jack said casually, opening his briefcase, taking out an unnumbered shotgun, and began to clean and maintain it.

"Tomorrow we’ll use these tools, and teach those rich bitches a proper lesson!"

"Aren’t you the one who said after this job you’d retire? And now you still plan to work with others? As for me, as soon as I make $300,000 US Dollars, I intend to back out, and so does my grandson Mike."

Old Earl said, "I’m just an ordinary old man, not planning to get involved in your future business, unless you mentioned fulfilling your youthful dreams, and you’re short-handed, and we need the money, we wouldn’t take such a big risk to do something like this."

"There won’t be any risk, I guarantee it!" Old Jack said assuredly.

He then looked at Allen Zhang, "Your robot truly is useful. With its help, we can easily invade the Vault, block the casino’s cameras and signals, leaving no surplus clues. That map generating app is also pretty handy!"

Allen Zhang pondered for a moment before realizing he meant Blitz.

"Are all the other arrangements for tomorrow ready? Do you need our help with anything else?" Allen Zhang asked.

Old Jack said, "The Vault manager will send me a message at the time, inviting the casino executives for a meal. We’ll just go and block the door and scoop them all up at once, I’ve already prepared tear gas and hypnotic gas. They will deal with the major shareholder’s security personnel, we don’t even need to lift a finger."

He took out stockings, gas masks, drills, professional electric drills, welding torches, C4 explosive, blasting caps, tear gas, and hypnotic gas - true to his ruffian reputation, his tools were all in order!!

"This drill, we got our hands on at a construction site on the outskirts while we were on our way here. To get this thing, we had to dodge a Biker Gang on the construction site for two rounds before shaking them off! They aren’t anything good either; they’ve robbed practically every convenience store around!"

I understand, pre-task.

The General Sect Leader had done it online before, not as gently as your methods, a direct firebombing.

"If you want to experience the thrill of robbing a casino, then you can choose to join us with your men, help us carry bags, and be our getaway driver. If not, then just nicely watch the play from outside."

Old Jack said, "Once we succeed, the employer will send a message to inform us of the delivery location. Rest assured, there’s no risk throughout the whole process! I’m a professional! I did this process twenty years ago."

"Ok." Allen Zhang discussed specific details and deployment with them further, then opened the door to send them off, watching them settle into the room next door.

Coming back, he glanced at the time, it was two o’clock in the morning; he washed up and went to bed.

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The next day.

Allen Zhang was woken up by knocking on the door, he opened his eyes to see that Sieg, who had been in the next bed, was no longer there; he just put on his clothes, got up, washed his face, "Stop knocking, the door’s gonna break!"

He opened the door. There was a woman outside smoking, with big wavy hair, scantily clad, and curvy, looking like the motel’s proprietress.

"Lady, do you need something?" Allen Zhang was a bit surprised.

The proprietress, eyeing Allen Zhang’s muscle contours, her impatient expression disappeared in an instant, lasciviousness in her eyes, her voice tinged with a hint, said: "Sir, I just wanted to ask if you’re extending your stay? Need breakfast service? If not extending, we should settle the bill."

Allen Zhang checked his phone, doubting his life, "It’s only eight in the morning, and you’re asking us to check out? Settle the bill? Didn’t we pay yesterday? You should be returning our deposit."