player reload.

Chapter 472 Report
"Got it, you should run away now."

The oracle remained calm, stating that with so many cameras on the island, there must be a central monitoring room to manage the surveillance equipment.

It takes anywhere from ten minutes to a few minutes to find the villa where the blond young man Walter is, by following the figure of security guard Bob.

"Yeah, right away."

Just as Joker was about to jump off the second floor, he suddenly saw a yacht on the sea lowering an inflatable rubber boat, carrying several people and speeding towards the island, directly onto the beach.

An elderly Asian man on the rubber boat looked somewhat familiar.

Joker asked in surprise, "Li Changyu? He's on the island too?"

Upon hearing the name, Li Sheng raised an eyebrow and quickly said, "He's not in the Epstein case files disclosed in the real world, but it's not particularly strange that he's on the guest list."

Besides being a place for the American upper class to pledge their allegiance, Epstein Island is also a place for entertainment and leisure.

We will regularly invite outstanding experts and scholars from various fields to discuss professional knowledge such as the universe, science fiction, the history of human civilization, psychology, and criminology, so as to cultivate the minds and purify the souls of SVIPs and VIPs.

Henry Lee, an American of Chinese descent, is internationally renowned for his criminal investigation and forensic techniques. He served as the Commissioner of the Connecticut State Police, becoming the first Chinese-American state-level police commissioner in the United States. He holds numerous honorary titles in both China and the United States. Receiving the invitation is entirely reasonable.

Of course, compared to criminal investigation techniques, Lee Chang-yu's political acumen is even more acute.

He has investigated the assassination of the Melancholy Monastery, the Watergate scandal, the Kennedy Jr. dancer case, and the suicide of the Melancholy Monastery assistant. As a Chinese-American criminal investigation expert, he has navigated the turbulent political vortex of Washington several times without being "suicided" or "in a car accident."

That's incredibly impressive.

He understands criminal investigation, and he understands politics even better.

As a counterexample, Angela Chao, sister of former U.S. Secretary of Labor Elaine Chao and Chairwoman and CEO of Foremost Group, is another prominent Chinese-American.

In February 2024, he inexplicably drove his Tesla Model X into the pond at his resort in Texas and drowned without any apparent reason.

In short, since security guard Bob is not a significant figure, Lee Chang-yu will naturally not be influenced by politics and will instead focus entirely on the case. The risk of player exposure increases dramatically.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

"So, Dr. Henry Lee,"

Inside the underground prison, the warden with a goatee asked sharply, "Did you figure it out?"

"Judging from the traces in the prison, including footprints, bloodstains, and fingerprints, the most likely scenario is that the prison security personnel took away the two detainees."

Having handled many major political cases, Lee Chang-yu knew what to ask and what not to ask. He decisively ignored the handcuffs and shackles in the room, which were clearly child-sized, and said in a deep voice, "But there are several things that don't make sense."

For example, a pillow soaked in water in room A, footprints on the ceiling pipes, and dandruff on the keypad in room B.

What do you mean?

The goatee-bearded manager frowned and said, "You might as well put it more clearly."

"There is also a slight possibility that the two inmates in cells A and B managed to attack the prison guard and somehow coerce him into taking the two men out of the underground cell."

After saying this, Lee Chang-yu shook his head, "This is just a possible guess based on the traces at the scene."

This theory also fails to explain why security guards who weigh several times more than the detainees would be completely unable to resist.

Even though the two detainees were hiding under the covers, the security guards still obeyed their commands.

What was said unintentionally was taken to heart by the listener.
The supervisor had a serious expression and was deep in thought, as if he were having a brainstorming session.

As Epstein's right-hand man, he was very clear about the island's place in American high society.

If the truth on the island were to be completely exposed, the consequences would be comparable to throwing firecrackers into a village outhouse—a devastating mess, a deluge of excrement, and a stench of filth. Security guard Bob's social background was remarkably simple and straightforward; he didn't seem like someone who had meticulously planned to infiltrate the island.
So, who is behind this?

Is it an attempt to sabotage the Democratic Party's leadership in the midterm elections? A member of the Russian KGB? Or perhaps a former CIA agent whose children were kidnapped and taken to the island?

Taken was released in 2008.

Just as his face turned from pale to purple, a beep sounded from his waist communicator. It was from the monitoring center.

The supervisor hesitated before answering, "Hello?"

"Hey, supervisor, we've found Bob on the security footage. He's near the winery on the west side of the island, digging up cables?"

The monitoring center staff hesitated for a moment. In the surveillance footage, Bob wielded a shovel with lightning speed, digging a 70-centimeter pit in the ground and excavating an insulated cable.

What is he doing?
The staff member instinctively stretched their neck forward, almost burying their head in the screen.

Bob seemed to spot the surveillance camera hanging in the treetop, grinned at the lens, and then swung his shovel violently, chopping at the power cable.

Shila-

The surveillance screen went black instantly, and the staff member immediately shouted into the walkie-talkie, "I can't see him anymore!"

"hiss."

The supervisor took a deep breath. Little St. James Island is far from the mainland and has never had any solar panels installed. It relies entirely on diesel generators and underground cables for power transmission.

He ran quickly out of the underground prison, past the Hollywood celebrities indulging in debauchery in the gazebo, and stood on the lawn, looking westward.

It was clearly visible that all the lights on the western side of the higher-lying island had been turned off.

The supervisor, having experience working at the private military company PMC, reacted quickly, picking up the walkie-talkie and dialing the security team on the west side of the island. "Hello! This is Supervisor Eric. Be careful of Bob, he has defected. Repeat, Bob has defected and may be carrying weapons."

"clear."

The response from the other end of the walkie-talkie was calm and collected. The security captain then gave orders to his subordinates, "Team A, go to each room and escort the VIPs out through the fire emergency exits."

Groups B and C, stay with me and guard the entrance to the winery's basement level.
"Group D, the four of you take your weapons and go to the ground floor to provide cover."

Because the power transmission line on the west side of the island was cut off, all surveillance cameras were out of service, and communication was only possible via walkie-talkie.
The supervisor could only guess what was happening on the other end of the walkie-talkie based on the voices on the other end.

"Report! Team D found Bob. He's collapsed at the winery entrance? Oh no, my God, he's just a skinny guy!"

A piece of skin?

Supervisor Eric gripped the walkie-talkie tightly, completely bewildered by the words, and shouted, "Does it mean makeup props? Hello?!"

Bang bang boom clang clang—

A dense, cacophony of sounds erupted from the walkie-talkie: gunshots, the sounds of bodies colliding, the chopping of sharp weapons, and the thud of heavy objects falling to the ground.
No matter how much Eric, the supervisor, called out, there was no response.

After a moment, all was quiet.

Footsteps approached from afar, followed by the sounds of picking things up and breathing.

Supervisor Eric swallowed hard and whispered, "Hey, Team D, report back."

"There is no Group D anymore."

The blonde girl wiped the blood off her face, removed the other person's internal organs wrapped around his neck, and casually clipped the walkie-talkie to her waist.

(End of this chapter)