On the way, he also received a message from Red, the supervisor: I’ve cleared the site personnel, you can now come to pick up the goods! The address is at the sand and stone site #26 in the suburbs. You only have half a day, remember to bring that $70,000 cash!
Allen Zhang instructed Qibatu and the others to take the van to the city to switch to a sand transport truck, and in the process, transfer all the prepared items, sending them the location information.
He then turned the vehicle around and headed to the sand and stone site #26 with Sieg ahead of the others.
After twenty minutes of driving, they arrived at the site, stopped in front of the gate, and looked at the closed door. Allen Zhang also sent a message to the other party.
Red, the supervisor: Come in through the back door around the side, there’s an opened blue gate there.
Allen Zhang did as instructed, drove the delivery vehicle around, and sure enough, saw the opened gate.
Not rushing in and in order not to leave any traces, he acted cautiously. Allen Zhang simply let Sieg get out and remove all the license plates, packed them in the vehicle, and then drove in.
The site was huge, covering an area akin to dozens of basketball courts, with various digging and mixing facilities parked inside, stacks of clay powder, and prefab houses.
A pickup truck was parked beside them. Seeing them arrive, it immediately started up, flashing the lights a few times to attract attention.
Allen Zhang honked the horn in response.
Red, the supervisor, hesitated before getting out of the truck, holding a gun, came over, and loudly asked, "Hey! Are you Burger King?"
Allen Zhang simply got out of the car with Sieg and greeted him, "Buddy. That’s me."
"Did you bring the money?" Red, the supervisor, eyed them suspiciously, then glanced at the armored delivery vehicle behind them in surprise, "Are you in the arms business? Are you from Armed Nation?"
"It’s none of your business. Who said that only gun stores have delivery vehicles? There are plenty of arms dealers out there." Allen Zhang retorted.
"Count it, all the money is in here." Allen Zhang tossed the cash-filled carry bag to him, "The goods I want are all here too, right? How come there isn’t a single person here at night? Aren’t you afraid of people stealing things?"
Red, the supervisor, fumbled with the carry bag and began to count the money carefully; the amount was correct, and his facial expression relaxed considerably.
Then he complained, "Buddy, if I wasn’t really short on cash, I would never have sold you these raw materials secretly. This stuff is worth hundreds of thousands, and I sold it for only seventy thousand dollars! It’s a near death loss!"
"People have been drugged and knocked out. No worries!"
"Come on, buddy, who knows how many people in your company are corrupt. One more or one less makes no difference."
Allen Zhang didn’t care about his complaints, in the resource business, dealing with materials sold by the ton, who wouldn’t embezzle?
Taking a bit from this site today, a bit from another site tomorrow, nobody will notice, workers take, managers take, auditors take.
If they don’t take, how can they provide a good life for their families with just their meager salaries?
Any wool shorn from a Capitalist isn’t seen as shearing wool.
Only this time it’s bad for the few unlucky ones who were drugged.
"Trust me, with this money, you’ll be able to get your life back on track soon! That is if you don’t throw your money away in entertainment venues again, otherwise no amount of money will be enough to cover your losses." Allen Zhang saw him regretting, and gave some advice.
"Of course, I won’t go anymore." Red, the supervisor, didn’t care for his words, and whether he listened or not, nobody knew, as the words of a gambling addict were always unreliable.
Then he said, "The materials you need are all here; the blue barrels contain Aluminum Powder, the red barrels contain Ammonium Nitrate, the black barrels have deionized water, those in the bags are prepared clay powder, other pits in the site contain dug up clay, and some rare mineral resources, but those are of no use to you..."
Allen Zhang looked at the various colored plastic barrels, each labeled with a black skull and crossbones and a red exclamation mark!
He counted each one, all dangerous goods.
Just the raw materials in site #26 alone could make enough clay explosives to blow up every bank in Los Angeles, no wonder they were under strict control.
But an ordinary person, even with the materials in front of them, wouldn’t know the ratios to mix, and could easily send themselves off with one wrong move!
Allen Zhang didn’t dare to take any rash action, since he didn’t know the exact recipe to create clay explosives, and Sieg too only knew how to disassemble and use explosives, not how to craft them—better to wait for the professionals from the demolition team.
While waiting, he chatted with Red, the supervisor, who was a bit puzzled, "How are you going to take the goods away? Just one delivery vehicle doesn’t have the room, are others coming?"
"If you’re scared you can leave first." Allen Zhang smiled, "I assure you I won’t take everything from here."
"I’d rather stay here." Seeing that Allen Zhang was trustworthy and genuinely after the raw materials, and not leading a wolf into the house, Red, the supervisor, felt at ease.