American variety show world begins with subduing Jason

Alex flicked his black hair with his fingertips, his expression resolute:

"Perhaps this was the brilliance of the hiders back then; who would suspect what was right under their noses?"

I have already explored the area according to the specific location described in the notes. Behind a collapsed, hidden underground passage, there are extremely subtle spatial fluctuations.

"Then what are we waiting for?"

Frank's eyes lit up, his tone filled with undisguised joy: "Let's sneak in now, just the two of us."

But a bucket of cold water was immediately poured on him, extinguishing most of his enthusiasm.

"Sorry, I can't do that." The vampire king spread his hands, slightly embarrassed.

"That spatial anomaly contains extremely powerful divine power. In addition to prohibiting spells such as teleportation, it also strongly suppresses my supernatural abilities. I can only slowly climb down using normal methods like an ordinary person."

"You mean we're going to have a massive demolition?" Frank frowned, shaking his head in annoyance.

"These days are not like the war-torn World War II era, where making a big fuss at a world-famous site would immediately attract attention."

Looking at the cheerful tourists before them, both of them felt slightly discouraged.

One was a high-ranking official of a powerful nation, and the other was a dark king of unfathomable strength. They had exhausted all their efforts to find the whereabouts of the treasure they had been dreaming of, but they were blocked by this absurd obstacle. Both of them felt a strange sense of suffocation stuck in their chests, which was very uncomfortable.

“Perhaps…we should slow down the plan for a while? After all, I just gave my Embrace to several of the Supreme Council’s allies, and they have already gained long lives…” Alex said casually.

"No!" After a moment's hesitation, the man finally revealed the truth behind his impatience.

"According to the information, the Holy Grail water has the remarkable effect of rapidly enhancing extraordinary abilities, and the Federation's ritual for preparing the [Superpower Potion] is modeled after it."

This is why our friends behind the scenes fully support our operation; they are determined to get what they want!

“So the rumors were true…” Alex’s eyes flickered, and he whispered something only he could hear.

Frank clenched his fist and slammed it into his palm.

"Never mind, I'll figure something out!"

The man, thinking of the enormous benefits behind his goal, clapped his hands in determination.

"I will use the country's influence to temporarily close this place for a few days and mobilize manpower to excavate it. Be prepared to enter at any time."

As he spoke, Frank's eyes twitched, and he swept his gaze across the elderly and young people walking by as if they were a pile of garbage, looking down at them condescendingly:

"I have never felt that these inferior people are as offensive as they are today."

Alex paused for a moment, then a graceful smile bloomed on his handsome face. He nodded earnestly, his attitude extremely sincere.

"I have never agreed with your opinion as much as I do today. Those inferior species... are indeed an eyesore."

A deep, dark light flashed in his eyes.

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……

The clear autumn sky was exceptionally high and deep blue, with a few white clouds drifting leisurely by, adding a touch of tranquility and peace to the vast expanse.

An old coastal road winds its way along, separating the hills from the sea on both sides.

"Slow down, slow down!"

Amidst a cacophony of shouts and yells, a brand-new Ford SUV burst through the twilight, its reddish-brown paint reflecting a watery sheen in the morning sunlight.

"I told you to slow down, you son of a bitch!"

Seeing that his attempts to dissuade him were futile, a muscular arm suddenly stretched out and strangled the driver's neck, seemingly about to deliver a merciless strangulation.

"Stop, stop, stop! I'm slowing down, I'm slowing down, I can't breathe!"

The middle-aged man coughed repeatedly, then reluctantly eased off the accelerator.

Only after his companion relented did he carefully smooth his neatly trimmed brown hair, flashing a smug, toothy grin:

"Holger, you should have a wild ride in your new car, that's the romance of a man!"

"Bullshit! You sissy who plays the piano." The burly, brown-skinned woman was too lazy to waste words with him. She stretched out her large hand again, clenched it into a fist, and waved it in front of him in a threatening manner.

"Edkin, your grand principles always sound good, but the only flaw is... this is my car!"

The eldest barbarian warrior roared and gave the middle finger, expressing her strong contempt.

"This is all the savings I have left after arranging jobs for my fellow tribesmen. If you dare to damage it, I'll twist your head off and use it as a football!"

"Don't worry, with our current income, getting rich is just a matter of time. Why be as stingy as before?"

Edkin, with a grin, smoothly steered the wheel around the two curves.

"There are so many job opportunities on the West Coast. At this rate, we'll be able to pay off the mortgage on the new house soon. Speaking of which, I've spotted a few more business opportunities. We'll go and take them on later..."

The dark-skinned young man sat in the passenger seat, full of hopeful expectations for the future, and chattered with everyone about their money-making plans.

"what--!"

As if cut off from the lively atmosphere, the red-haired girl, who had been rubbing her cheeks in distress, puffed out her cheeks, finally clutched her head, and cried out in despair:

"I'm just going to a childhood reunion, why did you all come along?"

Chapter 471 Reunion and Disappearance

The girl tugged at her hair in distress, her pretty and spirited face contorted in a grimace.

"Are you all just bored? You even have to come to a boring class reunion to join in the fun."

"Is that even a question, my dear little Beverly?"

Holger grinned and hugged her affectionately, tearing open a bag of potato chips in his hand.

"A fundamental question: think about it, how do you feel about how you've been doing lately?"

The aroma of roasted plant roots and stems filled the air; the delicious flavors, carefully crafted by modern food processing, tumbled and crumbled between the teeth. The woman's face showed satisfaction, and she mumbled indistinctly:

"Isn't this much better than our previous life?"

The druid girl pushed away the muscular chest that was almost touching her face, and couldn't help but show a look of approval.

The past six months have indeed been the happiest time they've ever had.

Back in New Orleans, the witches and voodoo cult were the dominant forces, rightfully reaping the greatest rewards. Even though the four-person team was quite capable, they only received some peripheral commissions, and with necessary expenses, their finances were rather tight.

Since moving to Jinzhou, the environment has become much more comfortable, and their income has increased several times over, making them so happy that they don't want to leave.

“That’s true… but does that have anything to do with what we were just discussing?” Beverly nodded, then asked suspiciously.

"Of course it does matter!"

Edkin chuckled and whistled, "If it weren't for that kind gentleman who has both connections and influence, how could we have gotten so many lucrative jobs..."

The middle-aged man gave a knowing, sly laugh. "So we need to keep a close eye on you, this flower that's been reserved by our sugar daddy, lest someone steal you away and ruin our money-making scheme."

"You bunch of boring idiots, don't joke like that, ah—!"

The girl let out another desperate cry, covered her face with her hands, her face slightly flushed. She felt utterly hopeless after being teased by her companions, and slumped on the back seat like a useless cat.

The car glided along the quiet road, and amidst the laughter and chatter, a small rural town suddenly came into view, nestled among the hills and trees ahead.

“That’s my hometown, a boring rural place.” Beverly rolled down the car window listlessly.

A gust of wind carrying the scent of dampness ruffled her short, reddish-brown hair. Her gaze lingered on the empty intersection for a moment before she raised a slight eyebrow. "Didn't they say they were going to pick me up? Where are they?"

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……

"What about people?"

His strong, powerful legs moved rapidly, and the slightly curly-haired Black youth looked around breathlessly.

Buildings flashed by on both sides. The thick sea fog from last night, mixed with morning dew, soaked everything on the path. He kept his pace, carefully jumping over the slippery mud, and anxiously ran towards the street corner.

"boom."

A figure suddenly turned a corner and bumped right into him.

The young Black man staggered a few steps, finally regaining his balance, and looked with heartache at the mud on his brand-new sneakers.

"Hey!" He reached out with an annoyed expression and pulled up the figure that had bumped into him.

"Bill, why aren't you saying anything? Have you found Ricky yet?"

The thin figure he called Bill slumped to the ground, groaning and rubbing his shoulder; he was a young man.

He was at most 20 years old, with a gentle and refined appearance, like a college freshman, exuding the naivety and innocence unique to that age.

With his companion's help, the young man slowly stood up, forcing a smile.

“Mike, no…no, the old house in his hometown is locked up tight, there’s no one here.”

"Then why are you so distraught?"

"Help him brush the dust off his clothes," Mike, the Black man, asked with a frown.

Upon hearing his question, Bill's face showed a very strange expression, as if he were absent-minded and had something he was reluctant to say.

"I... don't know how to describe it, but the scene..."

His expression became incredibly complicated. If he had to describe it in words, it was like swallowing a large spoonful of diluted wasabi. It was very uncomfortable, but not to the point of vomiting. The feeling of something stuck in his throat was extremely awkward.

Fortunately, his dilemma didn't last long, and a joyful shout rescued him from his awkward situation.

"Bill, Mike, so you've been here all along!"

A clear female voice interrupted the young man's thoughts, like a spring breeze brushing across a lake, carrying away the indescribable troubles. He turned around abruptly, his short, energetic red hair flaming like fire, and a bright face came into view.

As they looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar figures, memories and reality gradually overlapped, and the corners of their mouths couldn't help but turn up, finally bursting into joyful laughter.

"Beverly, you've grown much taller than before, but you still have that tomboyish air about you."

"It's better than you still being that small and thin. Don't you have physical education classes in college?"

"And you, Mike, didn't you say last time that the salary at the town library was too low? I've recently made some new friends in Golden State. Does your family allow you to work so far away?"

The druid girl was so excited to reunite with her childhood friend that she chattered on and on for quite a while. It wasn't until she shared a little about the past years that she realized something was off between the two of them.

"Speaking of which, why are there only you guys? Where's Ricky?"

She looked around but couldn't find her last childhood friend.