America: Starting with Daily Intelligence
Chapter 364 - 199 Deployment_3

Chapter 364: Chapter 199 Deployment_3

Allen Zhang devised a meticulous plan, went over the details with those present, and then let them go to prepare the items.

There was still plenty of time; even if the Black Panther team was eager to engage in human trafficking operations, they were almost certain to wait until nightfall to start.

Sieg left the office with his team to carry out the preliminary tasks for the arms trade.

Allen Zhang, with nothing else to do, also started browsing news about the arms industry, as well as the completed transaction volumes for other deals.

Without accurate intelligence, it was very difficult to spot opportunities; with tens of thousands of transactions daily, it was like looking for a needle in a haystack, which gave the General Sect Leader a headache.

Even on a fifty thousand dollar arms deal, many arms dealers would only make tens or perhaps a hundred thousand dollars in profit, nothing like the General Sect Leader who was always on the lookout for opportunities. Transactions destined for other countries, especially those for frontline troops, carried huge risks. Bullets whizzing past one’s head, transporting arms required professional departments to pay off others for their interests; otherwise, they were easily intercepted or detained, causing the deal to fall through!

A moment later, a knock on the door interrupted Allen Zhang’s focus on the transaction pages. He looked towards the entrance and said, "Come in."

Jennifer pushed the door open, carrying a cup of coffee into the office with a cheeky smile, "Boss, you’re working so hard. Thought you might need a cup of coffee to perk up?"

"Thank you for your concern, Jennifer, but what you should be doing is waiting for the guests downstairs." Allen Zhang said, unfazed, signaling her to leave the coffee on the desk and not to entertain any other thoughts.

"Boss, then what is this?" Jennifer asked, producing a gift box.

Allen Zhang glanced at the exquisitely wrapped mold, fell silent, and was unsure of how to respond to her.

"It’s nothing, just a gift from a client."

Jennifer opened the box right in front of the General Sect Leader, revealing the mold inside and looked at him disdainfully, "Did I not serve you well enough that you need this kind of thing? What kind of client gives you a Fiji Cup?"

Allen Zhang felt his head grow larger.

"...Listen to me, this is really just a gift from a client, from the deal I made today. She’s in the adult toy business. I wanted to refuse, but she insisted on giving it to me. However, I have no plans to use it; you all are enough for me!"

Allen Zhang quickly tried to absolve himself of suspicion.

"Is that so? How are you going to prove it?"

Allen Zhang, seeing the angry look on Jennifer’s face and knowing she was looking for an excuse to make a scene, said sternly, "Not now! Otherwise, I’ll have to deduct your pay!"

"Evil Capitalist." Jennifer looked at him with a plaintive gaze, "Always bullying and tormenting a poor, helpless female employee."

"If you can close ten more deals, I’ll consider putting a bed in the office cubicle," Allen Zhang mused in reply.

"Deal!"

Jennifer happily agreed, repackaged the mold, "I’ll take care of this for you!"

"Ok." Allen Zhang had no objections and continued his work of browsing and filtering.

In the meantime, he received a new order, but Jennifer downstairs was quicker, directly accepting the order with one click.

"I’m back."

Bailey drove the armored vehicle back, parked it by the curb, stepped into the store, and looked at Jennifer who was packing guns with a bit of confusion, "Another order? Is the boss in the shop? I saw his Jeep parked outside."

"Right. This is a new mission; you need to deliver it to the Black community in the West."

Jennifer handed over the packed firearms to Bailey, affixed the label, and also gave him the exquisitely packaged mold, "You can have this when the time comes."

"What is this?" Bailey looked at the box, puzzled.

"A Fiji Cup."

"...Are you insulting me?" Bailey’s mouth twitched.

"This is a mold of Monica Bellucci. Don’t you like it?" Jennifer retorted, "Every man should want to try it, right?"

"Well, I’m not exactly opposed to the idea." Bailey changed his tune in an instant, "Are you sure you want to give it to me?"

"Yes, go on, dear Air Force Sergeant, work hard! If you can deliver ten more firearms orders, I’ll hand her over to you!" Jennifer teased.

"Ok!" Bailey immediately rushed out the door with the boxes, eager and uncomplaining.