America: Starting with Daily Intelligence-Chapter 431 - 222 Taking Orders at the Bank Part 2

He saw through the inner workings of the circle twenty years ago, so he never did anything too risky.

"So, you were famous back then?" Shadi was intrigued.

Old Jack saw her interest in his past resume and pondered the future relationship she could develop with the General Sect Leader, immediately letting his guard down and began to chat freely.

Dropping out of high school, he started from petty theft and Zero-Dollar Purchase on the streets, initially struggling due to lack of skills and connections, he was a regular at the police station, often getting dragged in for questioning, but after accumulating enough rich experience, he managed to pull off several individual jobs worth tens of thousands of dollars! And afterwards, he always came out unscathed, making a name for himself in the circle, famously renowned.

Tens of thousands of dollars in the 1970s and 1980s were much more valuable than they are now.

It was only when he and a few like-minded individuals formed the Bowhead Whale Organization that his career reached its peak! Just at the turn of the twenty-first century, he encountered that deal worth several hundred thousand dollars!

But even with a meticulous plan, it almost went south in the end.

"So, never work with the CIA or FBI pups, they’re all untrustworthy dogs," cursed Old Jack.

Shadi nodded in agreement, "Those guys are truly annoying, they play dirty. The positive image of the FBI only appears in movies."

Allen Zhang kept driving without changing his expression.

He just thought that the stories Old Jack was telling were quite interesting, but he definitely embellished them, the real situation wasn’t as easy as he described, at least when the police caught him, a beating was inevitable.

Starting his ventures on the streets at sixteen, he didn’t make a name for himself and reach the peak of his life until his thirties, met his girlfriend, entered into marriage in his middle age, faced some mishaps, narrowly escaped major disasters, and then retired from the underworld. Now, in his sixties, he’s still out doing business!

"At least I will definitely be retired by the time I’m sixty," laughed Allen Zhang.

It’s all about choices rather than effort.

If you had met the General Sect Leader earlier and mixed in with the Beggar Gang for a couple of years, would you still be hustling outside?

"What do you mean? Mocking me?"

Old Jack, infuriated, felt he was being mocked. Those ruffian deeds, could they really be called a Waterloo!

The atmosphere in the car turned jovial, filled with laughter and chatter as they drove straight to Palm Valley, unobstructed.

Entering the downtown area, Shadi directed the General Sect Leader, and they arrived at the luxurious villa area of Palm Valley.

Parking by the roadside, Old Jack got out of the car, looked at the luxurious detached villa, and remarked, "No doubt it’s a rich man’s place; the house price here must be at least three million dollars."

"Five million," said Shadi. "It was three million when bought, but it has appreciated now. Welcome to my home!"

She warmly invited them inside the villa, into the tastefully designed living room; unexpectedly, there was also a Filipino maid?

The General Sect Leader eyed the well-built maid, So? Why didn’t Shadi’s father employ black maids?

Seems like the ancestral craftsmanship wasn’t passed down.

Shadi had the maid serve tea and desserts, asking them to wait here briefly while she went upstairs to notify her father.

Old Jack sat on the sofa, legs crossed, pointing at a painting on the wall, "I remember this painting; it appeared at an auction before, and the auction price was $327,800. And that antique vase, it’s also worth at least 120,000 dollars."

Allen Zhang, quite the connoisseur in this area, could easily tell that the collectibles inside this luxurious villa were immensely valuable. Just the valuable items alone amounted to several million dollars.

"You’re not getting itchy hands, are you?" He glanced at Old Jack, advising him to stay calm, reminding him they were guests at an employer’s house, not scoping out a place.

Of course, Old Jack would not do such a foolish thing, but he exclaimed nostalgically, "I just remembered an old buddy of mine; if he were still alive, seeing this kind of stuff, he definitely wouldn’t be able to walk away, would have figured out a way to make these items disappear."

"If you think the security system at the villa is not up to standard, you can also give it a try." A middle-aged white man with gold-rimmed glasses, looking refined, half-jokingly descended from upstairs.

Shadi honestly followed behind him.

Allen Zhang saw the employer coming downstairs and greeted him with a smile, "Hello, are you Mr. Newman, the shareholder of Wells Fargo Bank and Shadi’s father? I’m the lead on this commission, you can call me Juan Jin."

"Hello Mr. Jin, I’ve heard about your business from Shadi, and I do recognize the capabilities of the Bowhead Whale Organization. Our people have already contacted the person in charge of the casino in Little Rock and learned some inside information."

The tycoon smiled slightly, "This is not the place to talk, please follow me."

He led them to the private study in the villa, activated a hidden door on the bookshelf, opened a compartment, walked down a long corridor, and entered an underground private room.

Allen Zhang didn’t expect such a hidden setup.

The tycoon closed the door and invited them to sit.

"In here, speaking is safe from any risk. However, something unexpected to me is that the Bowhead Whale Organization is in a completely disorganized state, Mr. Jack Ruffian, I’ve heard of your name, it was very famous last century! Back then, CIA investigators thought those who robbed the casinos had either mysteriously disappeared or died."

Old Jack said dryly, "What else could those useless pawns do other than backstab each other? But you’re right, the Bowhead Whale Organization is indeed virtually nonexistent now. Now it’s just me left."

"Oh? So, what exactly is your plan?" the tycoon asked curiously.

"We have our own personnel and professional plans, you don’t need to worry about that. You just need to say what help you can offer and what you expect us to do."

Old Jack displayed a professional attitude and pointed at General Sect Leader, "Mr. Jin can provide us with fire support, arrange drivers and gunmen. He is our most reliable partner in the Bowhead Whale Organization."

"Wells Fargo Bank will still be open these next two days, all I can offer is the bank employees’ shift times, rotate security personnel, and provide the vault’s code. You will only have fifteen minutes or even less to take the $50 million worth of gold from the vault! In reality, it’s only $5 million in paper currency. Then you can directly take the money and go. During this time, whatever you do in the bank, I won’t look into any losses."

"Today and tomorrow, there’s also a ball, we will invite elite members of Palm Valley’s society including the police chief, deputy chief, police chief..." the tycoon meticulously answered.

"..."

Old Jack raised his eyebrows subtly,Damn, $50 million in gold? You can say that?

What unbelievable nonsense!

Freaking ridiculous!

"This, this deal seems to have lost any sense of challenge," Old Jack said.

"You should already be aware of our situation, we can’t afford to take any risks at all. Challenges are left for the race track, while we are racing against our own lives and time."

The tycoon stated, "Our requirement is quick resolution! We can manage media sentiment with money; we have already allocated $2 million for PR and conveyed that we’re converting stored gold into cash to provide withdrawals for bank customers. Our cash transport vehicles will be intercepted on the road! $20 million in cash will be stolen. We will later issue a statement claiming that it was your Bowhead Whale Organization that took the money, causing a total loss of $70 million, a premeditated incident!"

"..."

Allen Zhang also fell silent after listening.

To say or not to say, still, you guys know how to make a deal.

How can you speak so coldly at 98.6°F?

But, $5 million to take the blame and having the employer shield, this task is hardly difficult; it’s practically a giveaway!

After all, this job is done by the ruffian group from Bowhead Whale, what does it have to do with the General Sect Leader?

"Ok, we’ll take this deal."

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