Boketu soon arrived, and Allen Zhang had him drive the armored vehicle while he himself settled in the passenger seat. It was Boketu’s first time handling a business trip alone with the General Sect Leader, and he was curious why they were heading to the suburbs.
"Of course, there’s important business to attend to. Speak less, do more." Allen Zhang fastened his seatbelt in the passenger seat, pulled out his cellphone to search for the location on the map and immediately instructed Boketu to drive towards the villa on the hilltop in the suburbs.
The vehicle quickly left the urban area and drove on the suburban roads, arriving at the private hilltop estate after an unobstructed journey of several minutes.
Upon arrival, they saw several pickup trucks with out-of-town license plates parked outside. The estate was fairly large, consisting of five or six standalone buildings, surrounded by a sturdy wooden fence, and even had ground-installed wind turbines. Boketu sharply sensed that something was amiss.
Getting out of the car, he cautiously said, "Boss, I feel like something is off here."
"If it’s off, then it’s on."
Allen Zhang dismissed the concern and immediately pushed open the fence gate, took a short shotgun out of his tactical chest rig, and walked in.
Inside the courtyard of the villa, they had barely taken a few steps when they saw a body in the backyard’s open area, lying in the bushes with his head blown open.
There was also a dissected black back dog beside him.
Boketu cautiously moved forward to investigate and found the man was already dead cold, with an unnumbered submachine gun hanging on him, shot twice in the chest and once in the head; the body was mangled.
There were also marks of a dog bite on his ankles, instantly conjuring up images of a fierce and exhaustive firefight!
Somewhat startled, he said, "Boss, this was done by a shotgun! The trajectory seems to have come from inside the house, and it was an ambush. This guy also looks like a Mexican."
Allen Zhang also noticed the shattered glass and walked towards the villa rooms, where the door curtains were half-closed. He pushed the door open and upon entering, suddenly half a body dropped down.
He discovered several dead bodies, with walls full of bullet holes and splattered with what looked like tomato sauce. The furniture was in disarray, glass bottles smashed on the ground, and the room had signs of smoke and possibly a hand grenade explosion.
Allen Zhang was inwardly shocked.
On the second floor, he saw a figure in the corner. Allen Zhang cautiously approached, gun in hand, peeked and well, the person was already dead cold.
Wearing a cowboy hat and dungarees, covered in blood, he was obviously the owner of the villa atop the hill. It was evident he had been shot multiple times, holding a claymore detonator in his hand.
Beside him, there was an ammo box containing No. 12 shotgun shells, a Remington shotgun, a Remington revolver, an M4 rifle, two hand grenades, one shock bomb, and a burnt-out cigarette stub in his mouth from the Marlboro brand.
The General Sect Leader showed his respect. Man, even in death you managed to die so spectacularly??
Alone against ten, with only a black back wolf dog as a teammate, what kind of god were you?
Sadly, after killing everyone else, he also died from excessive blood loss.
"Search around and see if there’s anything valuable." Allen Zhang returned downstairs and instructed Boketu not to dawdle, it was time for his carpet-style search to come into play.
As for the War God, it was best not to disturb him, let him continue laying there.
He then turned and walked out the door, heading towards another courtyard’s flat ground, where there was a helipad and a room resembling a garage undoubtedly also a hilltop hangar.
Trying to enter the password, there was no response. Allen Zhang simply smashed the glass with the butt of his gun and climbed over the wall into the hangar, where he immediately saw a private airplane covered with black cloth. He opened the hangar doors from inside out, lifted the cloth, and revealed the aircraft.
As expected, it was a Cirrus SF50.
Allen Zhang was overjoyed, searched for the plane’s price, and found the average market price was around 350,000 US Dollars!
From its appearance, it seemed a bit old, probably not well-maintained, but its value was still around 300,000 US Dollars. It was a jet business aircraft type, looking like a fat shark capable of accommodating seven passengers, and its pleasing white and red color scheme delighted the eyes.
Allen Zhang immediately got on board, opened the engine cover and cabin door, and experienced it from inside; the seating felt quite nice.
On the other side, after a thorough search on the ground, Boketu found a handbag in a warehouse. When he unzipped it, there it was, full of South American imported goods. They shimmered with a silver light, wrapped in plastic film resembling silver bricks.
Next to it, there was also a bag full of cash, at least fifty thousand US Dollars!
Boketu quickly carried the goods and reported to the General Sect Leader, "Boss, there’s a bag of good stuff here! Looks like it’s worth at least 400,000 US Dollars! And there’s some cash, too."
He also noticed the private airplane parked in the hangar. With his keen sight, he naturally recognized the model of the plane.
Somewhat surprised, he said, "It’s actually a jet business plane? Cirrus SF50? Buying it requires at least 350,000 US Dollars, but if it’s for long-distance flights, the subsequent maintenance costs and fuel engine construction fees would be at least 50-80 thousand dollars!"
"This time we really hit the jackpot. These guys were all part of a South American drug trafficking gang, the estate’s owner was a retired Dark Web assassin, don’t know how he offended the Mexican drug trafficking gang coming from the south, and then in a bid to snatch this package of South American imported goods, a firefight broke out here, and in the end, they all perished together."