America: Starting with Daily Intelligence
Chapter 481 - 239 Genius Ah_2

Chapter 481: Chapter 239 Genius Ah_2

"Fine." Zorro took a deep breath.

He turned around, got in the car with his gear, and stepped on the gas, leaving the street.

Bolo’s call came just in time, and Allen Zhang chose to answer.

"Hey! Mr. Jin, the client and his men have already arrived. They are waiting for you in room 207 on the second floor of Rainbow Restaurant. Don’t worry, the irrelevant people in the hotel have been evicted, no one will come here, not even the street cops, I guarantee no one will disturb our deal!"

Meaning that no one would care if people died?

That’s right, you were planning to assassinate the General Sect Leader there anyway!

It’s not far from the port area, after the murder, you can throw the body into the river, to dispose of the waste and feed the fish.

"Ok, I’ll bring my men over right away. Are you sure the room number is 207?" Allen Zhang said.

"Absolutely, there will be someone to meet you at the door," Bolo confidently assured.

"Then you’d better open all the windows. I don’t like enclosed spaces," Allen Zhang added.

"Sure. I’ll arrange it," Bolo replied without any doubt.

"Ok, I’m on my way."

Allen Zhang gave a few perfunctory responses and hung up. He then turned around, took an arms box from the trunk, and handed Old Jack a VSS sniper rifle and an RPG launcher.

"It’s all yours. I hope you won’t need it."

"Don’t worry, I’ll make sure to blow their heads off," Old Jack grinned, took the arms box, and drove off with a Beggar Gang Disciple, heading to the Rainbow Restaurant, reporting in real-time through the earpiece.

Allen Zhang, Blitz, and the remaining two Beggar Gang Disciples took a cab to the airport at the junction of the rural city.

Before long, they arrived at the airport, got off by the roadside, went into the airport, and waited for the news.

Old Jack reported: "We’re now at a high point opposite Rainbow Restaurant."

"Turn on your camera," Allen Zhang ordered through the walkie-talkie earpiece.

Old Jack turned on the camera, and from a first-person perspective, they could see he and the Beggar Gang Disciple climbed up the tower across the street equipped with gear. The view from across was unobstructed, and room 207 was noticeable with its windows open.

The Beggar Gang Disciple loaded the RPG launcher, placed it aside, and helped Old Jack to adjust the sniper aiming system. Old Jack peered through the scope and saw several people inside the window.

"That fat guy embracing a woman, is he the boss of White Horse Group?" Old Jack asked, "The ones next to him with buzz cuts, looking tough, are they Thais?"

"That’s him," Allen Zhang confirmed after comparing the information, and nodded, "Take them out!"

With the order given, Old Jack went into action!

As he pulled the trigger, a subsonic bullet quietly fired. Mr. Bangkok, who was in the middle of frisking a woman, laughing boisterously, instantly had his head explode, collapsing backward onto the floor.

Laugh, why don’t you laugh now?

Were you born not liking to laugh?

Old Jack chuckled sinisterly.

"Oh! Shit!!"

The nearby security personnel were stunned. The woman splattered with blood, bewildered, looked at Mr. Bangkok, who no longer made sense, and immediately panicked.

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!!!"

Bang bang bang!!

Old Jack, holding the gun, burst fire rapidly, bullets freely entered the room. Shattering the vase, piercing the table, ruining a man’s leg, and incidentally whipping Mr. Bangkok’s corpse.

The room was instantly thrown into chaos, the bodyguards pushed the door and entered, only to be unfortunate to take a bullet the next second, immediately sweating profusely as they lay on the ground, rolling and crawling out, shouting in panic.

Poor Mr. Bangkok lay on the floor like a dead pig, trampled over and over.

After Old Jack fired a magazine, he quickly fired another.

Soon, a lot of people gathered at the restaurant entrance.

"The gunfire came from the tower across the street!"

"It’s a sniper rifle with a suppressor!"

"Take cover! Cover!!"

Old Jack changed the magazine, shifted the target, targeting a group gathering at the restaurant entrance, continuing to fire unrestrainedly.

After a magazine, he reloaded another.

"Fxxk! What the hell is going on? Why are we being attacked!? You double-crossing son of a bitch! Was it you who tipped them off?"

Inside the restaurant, a Mexican with a goatee, bloodied, found Bolo, grabbed his collar in a rage, and ranted crazily in Spanish while Bolo was completely puzzled.

"I have no idea what’s happening..."

Bolo, completely befuddled, was shocked to learn of Mr. Bangkok’s fate.

Tentatively, he suggested: "Could someone else have done it?"

"Do you think we are fools? Where’s the guest? Why hasn’t he come?" the goateed man shouted, infuriated.

"I’ll give him a call right now..." Bolo took a deep breath with a sudden ominous premonition and shakily made the call.

Allen Zhang picked up the call and began with a barrage of praise, "You did well, Bolo, that stinking pig has been dealt with, one-hit kill, I will pay you as promised. Hahaha, pleasure working with you!"

Afterward, he hung up.

Bolo’s expression stiffened.

The Mexican drug dealer next to him, listening to the hands-free call, stared at him, then burst into a furious laugh, "Have you got anything else to say!?"

The goateed Mexican man, grinding his teeth, exclaimed, "I’ll kill you, damn it!"

"Wait! I didn’t do this! There’s no benefit for me! I’ve got another call coming in!" As Bolo saw one of his subordinates making a call, he quickly answered and asked for details.