Capítulo 848: Chapter 366: Spoils of War

Seeing that the situation on Solo Island is under control, the General Sect Leader on Silver Island received the message from Captain Spike.

After some consideration, Allen Zhang waved his hand and called Boketu, “Get the plane ready, we’re making a trip to Solo Island.”

“Isn’t it inconvenient to go there?” Boketu asked in surprise.

“As long as we don’t show our faces on camera, it doesn’t matter. In the dark, no one can recognize us. I’m just going over to see how much money is in the island’s vault and what’s in those arms caches.”

Allen Zhang said, “Get the plane ready, let’s set off now.”

“Ok.” Boketu nodded, turned, and left the command room to prepare the plane at the airport.

Allen Zhang later arrived at the airport by car, boarded the Cirrus Fathead Shark, and after Boketu finished adjusting the electronic equipment, they took off from Silver Island, heading to Solo Island.

By the time they arrived at Solo Island’s airport, it was already early morning.

The Acr organization had repaired the encrypted hard drive data, gaining access to hundreds of videos, all about South American officials’ scandals on the island, even featuring United States officials and businessmen in some. No wonder Assad found the US Army’s attack on him unbelievable.

However, the General Sect Leader wasn’t too concerned about these matters. He was more interested in how much wealth he could gain from this task!

The Cirrus Fathead Shark landed at Solo Island’s airport. Allen Zhang had already contacted Spike and the Acr organization in advance, informing them of his arrival, and Spike had prepared personnel for support.

When Allen Zhang got off the plane, he saw several camouflage military vehicles parked next to the runway. Spike was leading the team in readiness, and as soon as he saw the General Sect Leader approaching, he ran over and saluted, “Reporting to Commander! Captain Spike reporting to you!”

“No need for formalities, tell me about the current situation on Solo Island.” Allen Zhang waved his hand and asked.

“With the cooperation of our soldiers, coastal combat ships, and Black Hawk helicopters, everything has been settled. Many fugitives and wanted criminals trying to escape have been dealt with. We’ve also opened Solo Island’s vault and acquired the gold, cash, and jewelry it contains, along with celebrity paintings and other collectibles, as well as a lot of equipment in the arms cache, all awaiting your inspection and distribution.”

Captain Spike reported, handing over a well-organized list to the General Sect Leader for review.

Allen Zhang just weighed the thick printed paper and felt it was a substantial gain.

He only glanced at it casually before handing it over to someone nearby, saying, “Take me over for a look.”

“Understood.” Spike nodded and immediately began organising the personnel for action.

Allen Zhang boarded a military vehicle and drove to Solo Island’s vault. A few minutes later, they arrived at the landfill, where the wreckage of a helicopter and the burned-out steel frame of an armored vehicle remained.

Allen Zhang got out of the car, followed Spike, and arrived at the entrance of the vault. The surrounding trash had been cleared, revealing an entrance like that of an underground hangar.

“The vault has two entrances, one is the landfill, the other is the sewage outlet leading to the sea. Besides treasures, there are also clay explosives and C4 explosives inside. Assad originally intended to run to the vault, not just with the idea of detonating the explosives, but more importantly, to escape through the vault’s other exit alive.” Spike explained.

Allen Zhang nodded, following him down the stairs into the vault. At first glance, it was a long corridor and aisle, with miner lamps and power lines, nothing special.

Walking a bit further, they reached an open iron door, similar in thickness to a bank vault door. Inside was a spacious room, with wooden shelves lined with piles of gold, jewelry, paintings, and antiques. Many people were driving four-wheeled base cars, transporting boxes.

Allen Zhang’s attention was drawn to a square bronze item. Spike immediately introduced, “This seems to be an Asian bronze artifact over three thousand years old, bought by Assad at a private auction for 26 million US Dollars, paired with a bronze lamp with inscriptions. The seller seemed to be from some antiques company, claiming the real one is here, and the fake one is in a museum.”

“Not bad, it’s mine now.”

Allen Zhang nodded and smiled, “It’s just that my island lacks collections, and my room is quite bare. I’ll take it back and have a fake one replicated to put on display, then sell the real one.”

He wouldn’t display the real item for others to see—afraid not of theft, but of lingering thoughts from thieves.

“Understood.” Spike nodded and immediately took out a notebook to jot it down.

They then went to the section where the gold was piled. Spike explained, “According to Assad’s words, most of his wealth doesn’t stay with him long. He spends it quickly or launders it into bank accounts, so his real wealth isn’t as much as one might think. The island’s actual value outweighs his financial assets, having supported many people and constructed extensively. His harem alone has hundreds of people, which is a huge expense!”

“The island only has $1.6 billion in cash, $500 million in gold reserves, and including those collectibles, the entire vault’s value is less than $3 billion—about $2.8 to $2.9 billion.”

Allen Zhang fell silent after hearing this.

What do you mean by only $1.6 billion in cash?

$500 million in gold? Not even $3 billion?

Damn, Assad, that Old Deng is incredibly wealthy!!

Hundreds of women—can you handle them?

However, being a private island owner and running a drug trade, having only $3 billion on the island is relatively modest income. This is mainly because he’s a big spender and can’t save money.

In Colombia, drug lords and cartels once purely relied on drug trafficking to earn hundreds of billions of dollars in the last century, with so much money they had to bury it, only for it to rot when dug up. Considering today’s inflation value, it’s at least a hundred billion dollars!

The General Sect Leader couldn’t help but marvel at this guy being really strong in his old age, surely not skimping on drugs in daily life.

Looking at those collectibles, celebrity paintings, antique collections, etc., after taking them back, he’d need to find someone to consign them for sale, which would also take a lot of time.

Thinking, “We’ll take only part of the cash and all the gold, transport all the money to the coastal combat ship, and take it back. Once Silver Island’s operations are on track in a couple of days, you can return.”

“Understood.” Spike nodded in agreement immediately.

“Take me to see what’s in the arms cache.”

Allen Zhang turned and left the vault, followed by Spike as he called for transportation and drove to the arms cache.

“Solo Island’s arms cache has three locations, with hundreds of rifles, 26 military vehicles, only two armored cars left, two Gazelle armed helicopters with some age, not used this time, possibly due to time constraints or internal issues, and four private aircraft of various models, all intercepted at the airport.”

Upon reaching the arms cache, the General Sect Leader got out and saw the vehicles and weapons equipment parked outside on the flat ground.

Spike introduced, “More importantly, the island’s air defense missiles and anti-ship missile systems, suppressed throughout this operation by our intelligence and jamming tactics, remained unused. These missiles have a range of about 75 kilometers and are well preserved. Taking them back should contribute to island security.”

Allen Zhang looked at the unidentified missile models and fire control equipment and nodded, “Then we’ll take them all back.”

He then followed Spike around the area, pointing to the armored cars and private aircraft, saying, “The operable private planes should all be flown to Silver Island, and the armored cars and Gazelle should be transported by Acr people to Silver Island, and later collectively shipped to Jehovah Island. Then, have our people inspect and repair them before selling them through the Armed Nation’s channel.”

“Understood.” Spike nodded in agreement.