Chapter 232 Laredo
Boktu drove the Wrangler to the hangar in the suburbs. It took some time to get here, and he saw a family of five taking out their private plane from the hangar at the airport and flying to other places for vacation.
After getting out of the car, Zhang Ailun came to the hangar and entered the password to unlock it, opening the warehouse door. Boktu drove the Wrangler into the hangar and drove out the Cirrus FS50 Fathead.
When we opened the cabin door, we saw $40 worth of South American imported goods neatly placed on the back seats.
Zhang Allen loaded all the equipment on the Wrangler onto the plane, took Blitz to his seat, closed the cabin door, and asked, "How much are those customers going to pay for this batch of goods?"
"The market price is around $38 to $42. If they are satisfied, they will definitely pay $40." Blitz replied, "After we arrive in Laredo, we need to go to a Tex-Mex restaurant and look for a Mexican named Boro. He is well-known locally. His main business is soliciting customers, climbing over walls, and processing fake certificates. But from the information I have read, it seems that this guy has done black-on-black business more than once."
"Then do we dare to go and do this kind of business?" Boktu was a little confused. He drove the Cirrus Maverick out of the hangar and parked it on the runway of the public airport, waiting in line for takeoff.
"After all, it's $40 worth of goods. It's not easy to sell them in the local market. The Mc motorcycle gang and other street gangs have taken up a large share of the underground market in Los Angeles. The market is so small. If we compete with them for business, we will definitely get into trouble. If we want to ship quickly, we can only go to other states. The best way is to go illegally. Laredo City's daily South American import turnover accounts for at least $1 million in market turnover. Our size is nothing at all. It won't even make a splash."
Blitz replied: "We are just doing a one-time deal anyway, we are not specialized in organic matter trading."
"I want to see how he robs his fellow thieves." Zhang Ailun smiled.
Boketu got off the plane, closed the hangar door, locked it again, and after checking that everything was correct, he returned to the driver's seat.
After waiting in line for a few minutes, the private planes in front took off one after another. He then notified the chief leader and asked the two of them to fasten their seat belts, adjust the gears and make preparations before takeoff, and officially arrived at the airport runway. They sprinted and lifted off smoothly on the runway.
Zhang Ailun looked at the scenery outside the window and asked Boktu to fly the plane to and from the Kiliyad Mountains. Although there was no airport or hangar at the mountain camp, there was a public airport in the town at the foot of the mountain.
He took out his cell phone in advance and contacted the Beggar Gang disciples in the mountain camp, asking them to find someone to drive to the airport to pick him up.
It took more than ten minutes to arrive at the airport. Boktu contacted the airport tower and informed them that he wanted to land here. After receiving permission, he found an empty runway, landed the plane, and stopped it steadily.
"Sir, if you don't have hangar assets here, you will occupy public resources and you will need to pay a parking fee of US$20 per hour." After getting off the plane, the airport staff also came over to inform the few people.
Boktu asked doubtfully, "Isn't this a public airport?"
"You are parked at a newly built toll runway. Due to its remote location, there are rarely any private planes taking off or stopping here on weekdays."
The staff patiently replied: "We have to maintain and repair the runway every day, and the government does not provide us with financial support, so we have to charge guests a certain amount of labor costs."
"..." Boktu was speechless.
Looking at the weeds beside the runway and the rusty barbed wire, it was clearly you who directed me to land here, so how can this place look newly built?
But seeing the elderly staff, the others were all elderly men and women, and there were many motorcycle gangs staying here, he still didn't say anything. He took out $20 and handed it to the other party.
"Help us keep an eye on the plane and keep those clumsy guys from touching it." Boktu warned, pulling out a gun from his waist bag: "Otherwise, the gun in my hand is not vegetarian."
"Of course, sir, this is a legal airport." The staff member took the $20 and replied enthusiastically. He turned around and said hello to the motorcycle gangs, who took the money and left.
Blitz watched this scene and sighed, "The more remote the small mountain town is, the more unemployed people there are and the more chaotic the order is. Otherwise, Heaven's Gate wouldn't have stayed here for so long, with so many missing persons cases remaining unsolved."
The chief leader didn't care about it. It was the West Coast, that's how it was. You'll get used to it. After all, not every place can compare to the orderly Los Angeles.
After waiting for a while, the Beggars' Sect disciples from the Kiliyad Mountains drove down the mountain from the camp.
Zhang Ailan got in the car and also sent a message to Old Jack, asking him where he was.
Old Jack: I'm about to reach Mount Kiliyad.
Zhang Ailun: Then you'd better hurry up.
Leaving a Beggar Gang disciple here to watch the plane, they took a vehicle to the mountain camp. After going up the mountain to the camp, they got off the vehicle and saw several young men who were detained for delivering goods in the morning, working as coolies to move bricks and repair the gate.
There were two unfamiliar faces among them, a man with a hedgehog head, and a punk girl with a nose stud and tattoos all over her body.
The Beggars' Clan disciple who was in charge of guarding the camp also reported: "Boss, this afternoon we encountered another group of people delivering goods to our door. They wanted to come here to make some extra money, and we caught them."
"Well done. Pay them $200 a day. Let them go when the work is done." Zhang Ailun nodded with satisfaction.
Some people came to do hard labor, and they were all young and strong men. The leader of the gang certainly welcomed them warmly. Why not?
Work during the day and get injections at night. If you don't work 12 hours, you still want to leave? No way!
Don't worry about food, the cafeteria is equipped with the same food as the Beggars' Sect disciples, the nutrition is adequate, the work and rest are regular, the daily salary is $200, you have to take it if you want it, you have to take it if you don't want it! You must be fat and plump, the rules of the chief leader are the rules.
He visited the camp construction again and looked at the priest and several believers who were eating liquid food in the laboratory. The dozen or so victims were also injected with neurotoxin antidote, and their conditions and symptoms were alleviated a lot.
He asked the Beggar Gang disciples to pull the Little Bird helicopter out of the hangar and park it on the apron. Boktu tried to debug and start it. Soon, the propeller of the Little Bird began to rotate at high speed, lifting it two meters off the ground with full power!
After landing on the ground again, Zhang Ailun asked the Beggars' Sect disciples to take out live ammunition from the arsenal and load it on the 30mm cannon, and also the machine gun, and also pulled the ammunition belt. They were fully armed to the teeth.
"Is there anyone among you who can operate these weapons skillfully?" Zhang Ailun asked.
"Boss, I can do it. I also have professional credentials." The Beggar Gang disciple raised his hand and said.
Zhang Ailun was a little confused as to what his name was. He didn't seem to be on the list of non-commissioned officers of the Armed Nation, and he was not there when the operation took place yesterday. He must have been transferred here to stand guard.
Boktu explained: "He is also a private who served in the Air Force. He has many skills and knows basic operations. There are also other ground crew members, the army, and the logistics department." The chief nodded. That was a good match for his profession. There was nothing he could do about it. The retired veterans that Sig recruited for him started out too high. They were all non-commissioned officer ranks, such as sergeant major, and the lowest was a sergeant.
But Xige selected the best and brightest warriors among hundreds. The Beggars' Sect is now growing in size. In addition to outstanding talents engaged in various industries and careers, there are also many ordinary soldiers.
Many people join the army originally to earn tuition fees, but in the end they fail to save up enough for tuition fees, and being discharged from the army is equivalent to being unemployed. If they are injured or develop bad habits, they are basically eliminated by the social environment after they are discharged, and they basically have no choice but to become a homeless person.
But the leader obviously gave them a second chance to start over in life!
If you join the Beggars' Sect, you can receive novice equipment in the shelter at the beginning, and you can receive the wanderer's meal when you stay at the branch camp, take a hot bath, and have a full meal.
The person in charge will then arrange for them to work on the streets based on their personal resumes, such as picking up cans or begging, so that they can gradually unlock new careers and move up step by step.
They probably never thought that being a homeless person could be so knowledgeable!
Zhang Ailun arranged for the other party to ride on a helicopter and assigned several people to operate the weapons to be prepared for any eventuality.
After waiting for a while, Old Jack also drove to the mountain camp.
"Give this little bird helicopter to Boktu to fly. You are needed to fly the private plane. You should have a lot of legal documents, right?"
Zhang Ailun thought about it and realized that Old Jack had a lot of life skills. After all, he was a professional gangster who could pick locks, shoot guns, drive, kayak, fly planes, and do everything. His professional driving skills were very solid.
"Of course. What kind of gangster is he if he can't fly a plane?" Old Jack readily agreed.
Zhang Ailan arranged the work content and asked Boctuo to fly the Little Bird helicopter into the air, leading people out of the camp first and heading to the city of Laredo on the US-Mexico border. He also took Blitz and Old Jack down the mountain by car.
They arrived at the airport and saw off the Beggars' Sect disciples. Old Jack was responsible for driving the Cirrus FS50 business jet. Zhang Ailun and Blitz sat in the seats. The latter also helped Old Jack plan the driving route and opened the channel to pull Boketu in.
The navigation voice broadcast: "The current cruising speed is 555 kilometers per hour. The target location is the public airport in the urban-rural junction of the central Laredo. The estimated arrival time is 3 hours and 45 minutes."
Old Jack started the private plane and took off with skillful maneuver. In pursuit of efficiency, he increased the speed to the maximum. The jet business jet was cruising at a speed of 555 kilometers per hour and headed for the US-Mexico border city in Texas.
The straight-line distance from Los Angeles to Laredo, Texas is about 2800 kilometers, but flying in the air saves a lot of time compared to driving on the ground. The actual distance is only more than 2400 kilometers, and it is unobstructed. The maximum range of this business jet is just about kilometers. No refueling is required throughout the journey, and the time required is actually only about three hours.
Zhang Ailun simply put on a blindfold and began to rest with his eyes closed. On the other side, Boktu was flying in the air at a speed of 300 kilometers per hour. The maximum range of the Bird helicopter was 500 kilometers. During this period, it needed to refuel several times at the township airport and report the situation to Blitz. It arrived several hours later than them.
But as long as the firepower and people arrive, everything will be fine. There will be no risk in flying in the air within the country. Everything is done to be prepared.
Soon, more than three hours passed in a flash. Old Jack arrived over Laredo, Texas in his private plane. He contacted the tower of the rural-urban airport and reported his plan to land there. After receiving a response from the other party, he chose an empty runway and landed there.
Zhang Ailun stretched and glanced out the window. It was already dark.
This is clearly an airport in the city center, but it looks shabby. The facility management and construction are almost the same as those of the rural airports in the Kiliyad Mountains. It is worthy of being a rural-urban junction.
They got off the business jet carrying their luggage, but no airport staff came to greet them. The airport security personnel standing by were too lazy to even look at them.
Blitz explained: "The public airport here does not charge any additional service fees except for renting hangars, storing aircraft, and refueling. I specifically chose this free public airport. If it were an international airport, not only would there be fees, but local police would also check personal belongings. Although they would let you go as long as you pay, the process would be very troublesome."
Zhang Ailun also praised him for being reliable.
Let Old Jack find the airport staff, pay for a full tank of gas for the plane, and buy a few cups of coffee to refresh himself, as well as a local specialty Mexican chicken burrito meal to fill his stomach.
By the way, I rented an old and broken Highlander that I didn’t know how many times it had been used from the car rental agency at the airport.
After temporarily storing the business jet at the open-air airport, the three men drove a vehicle carrying the cargo and left the airport and into the city.
The neon lights of Laredo flicker at night, and there are many Latin American Mexicans shopping on the streets. They have Mohawks, crew cuts, tattoos all over their bodies, and nose studs, and they look like they are not to be messed with.
There were also many people gathered nearby, smoking, and even trading organic matter face to face on the street, exchanging money for goods.
Old Jack adapted to the environment here very well. He felt relaxed and leisurely, as if he had arrived in heaven.
While passing an intersection, a car accident suddenly happened in front of us. Two cars collided with each other, and the front bumper and headlights were shattered in an instant.
The white Texan driver and the Mexican driver rolled down their windows, accused and cursed at each other, then got out of the car, started fighting with fists and feet.
When many people nearby saw that there was fun to be had, they took out their mobile phones to take pictures and whistled to join in the fun.
The white Texan driver was obviously exhausted and couldn't beat the Mexican. He was so angry that he cursed, turned around, took out a fire axe from the trunk of his car, rushed over and started chopping at the Mexican!
The Mexican was terrified and ran away in panic, quickly running to the car. But the Texan refused to give in and started hacking at him with an axe. After a few bangs, the front windshield was broken. Then he pointed the axe at the Mexican and cursed him, spitting everywhere.
The Mexican was not to be trifled with. He took out a pistol from his car and fired several shots at the white driver, but missed. When the people around saw someone shooting, they also scattered.
But there are also people who don't care at all, holding leaves in their mouths, doing what they have to do in a daze.
The police officers on the street each held a cup of hot milk tea and donuts, chatting and laughing among themselves, without even glancing at what was happening over there.
It was not until someone accused them of dissatisfaction that they walked towards the scene with a stern face and asked for the management fee.
(End of this chapter)
