America: Starting with Daily Intelligence-Chapter 326: The 187th Suburban Hangar

A minute later, Blitz also sent a message again: ok. The other party has received those Virtual Coins and has paid $100,000 in cash! When will you come back to get the money?

Allen Zhang: We’re still dealing with the gun store and the suburban hangar, so we probably won’t be able to return until the evening. Just deposit that money into my charity card directly.

Blitz: Ok, then you guys go ahead and stay busy.

It didn’t take long before a notification of funds being credited appeared on the mobile app: +$100,000. Allen Zhang pocketed his phone with satisfaction, calculated today’s income and expenses, and found that he still had a balance of $415,809 left.

Spending money is really like running water.

Having bought the gun store, more firearms need to be stocked. If only the ones sold inside the store, there’s no need for the weapons and equipment to be too good or too expensive.

A Barrett Sniper Rifle with a retail price of $12,000 would be enough to be the treasure of the store. The internal purchase price is not that high but still around seven or eight thousand dollars; the profit margin is pitifully low, and there’s also the risk of theft to bear.

RPG launchers, if you dare to sell those in a gun store, regular customers wouldn’t dare to buy. They are purely for show.

The price of ordinary munitions is quite cheap, but it takes too long to turn a profit, and the margins are not high. It’s more profitable to engage in clandestine transportation and trading.

Sieg and Bailey efficiently cleaned up the hangar while Allen Zhang watched the takeoffs and landings on the apron.

The other hangar owners drove over and took out a Cessna 310 Five-seat Home Private Plane from the third hangar next door. Allen Zhang looked up the bidding website and the official price on his phone, and couldn’t help but be stunned. Around $380,000 for a price, even the second-hand ones would cost $200,000!

What if you have a hangar but can’t afford several planes?

What’s the difference between that and having a Maybach but not being able to refuel it, or owning a gun store but not being able to stock munitions?

Allen Zhang decided on the spot to bring over the glider as a temporary measure; as for the rest, he would plan for it when he has more money in the future.

He signaled Bailey over and patted him on the shoulder, "You must have often flown planes in the military, right? How’s your Air Force tech? What types of fighters have you flown before?"

Bailey, seeing the General Sect Leader testing his abilities, immediately answered: "A-10 Thunderbolt, AC-130 Gunship, B1-Bomber, F-15 Eagle, F-16 Falcon. I could fly all these types during drills!"

"How come they’re all antique planes? Weren’t there any fifth-generation fighters like the F22, F35, B2 bomber for you to train with?" Allen Zhang was a bit puzzled.

"Old they may be but these planes can still defeat the air forces of 99% of countries."

The F-16’s combat record against Soviet-made jets is terrifying: 0:69.

Unsurpassed to this day, reigning supreme over Soviet designs and leaving them scratching their heads without a clue.

While the models might be old, they still possess the strong capabilities of excellent third-generation fighters.

Bailey was a bit helpless, "Boss, do you think the F22 is something common? That’s a top-of-the-line fifth-generation fighter! Only highly experienced ace pilots from the Air Force can qualify to fly it, how could an ordinary sergeant like me get a chance? At most, I got to fly wingman during mission training. Just the models I’ve flown would be far ahead in other countries."

"Then I’ll assign you a task, go with me to the car graveyard and fly the glider over here." Allen Zhang asked Sieg to wait here, preparing to bring the glider over from the suburbs for storage.

"No problem. Boss, not to mention a glider, even a private plane, I could fly it with my feet," Bailey found confidence in his area of expertise.

"Good, then you are not allowed to use your hands the entire route."

"..." Bailey’s face stiffened, "I was just saying, we still need to use hands when flying."

Allen Zhang smiled, kid, you’re still a bit green to show off in front of the General Sect Leader.

After greeting Sieg, he took Bailey with flight gear and parachutes and headed to Mike’s car modification shop in the suburbs.

A few dozen minutes later, they arrived at the scene, parked the car on the side of the road, and were about to go in to knock when they found the modification shop empty, and the back yard on the other side of the small road was also closed.

Allen Zhang simply sent a message to Mark, inquiring where he was, as he brought people over for the pick-up.

Mark: [GPS coordinates], hurry up, I’m waiting for you here.

Allen Zhang glanced at the location, which was a ten-minute drive away from the modification shop, in a plain area, so he simply took Bailey in the car and went over.

After some time, Allen Zhang and Bailey drove to the scene. Mark and the old man from the car shop were also there; the glider had been fitted with a propeller. Seeing the General Sect Leader arrive, both greeted them warmly, "Hey! You’re here!"

Allen Zhang got out of the car to look at his glider, nodded with satisfaction, "It’s well-maintained. Can I fly it away right now?"

"Sure, but we haven’t tested its performance yet. After all, I have never flown a plane and don’t have the license. Now that your man has come, you can just fly it away," said Mark, "but have you prepared a place for storing it? In the city or somewhere else?"

"No need to fuss, because we have already prepared a hangar. It’s over by the Wilin Airport in the suburbs," explained Allen Zhang.

"..." Wait, are you serious?

Mark was a bit stunned.

For a glider, you’re using a hangar, are you planning to buy private and even military planes in the future?