America: The neighbor's wife is so incredibly hospitable!

"install……"

Sarah gripped his hand in return, her voice lowered and trembling slightly.

"Smith texted me again this afternoon."

"He said... if we don't sell the land, the bank will start the auction process next week."

"Although Tom incurred that gambling debt, he mortgaged half of the farm's property rights..."

At this point, her eyes reddened.

Chen An stood up, walked around the dining table, and went behind her.

He leaned down, wrapped his arms around her neck, and whispered in her ear:

"Shh... Don't talk about these unpleasant things while we're eating. I told you, I'll handle it."

"But that's two hundred thousand dollars... even selling all the cows wouldn't be enough." Sarah leaned against him in despair.

"You don't need to worry about the money. You just need to take care of this house, the cows, and... take care of me."

As Chen An spoke, his hand slid down the silk nightgown and landed on her slender waist.

"How...how can I control you?" Sarah's breathing became rapid, and her body went limp.

"Yes." Chen An breathed into her ear, "For example, right now, I'm hungry. But this plate of noodles doesn't seem to be enough."

Sarah shuddered, turned her head, looked at him with hazy eyes, and offered her red lips.

"Then... let's eat something else..."

The lasagna on the table gradually cooled down.

But the temperature in the kitchen kept rising.

………………

That night, the Miller family's master bedroom was no longer cold.

Those long-suppressed emotions and desires surged forth like a violent storm in Montana.

Chen An showed no politeness whatsoever; he used the most primitive and direct method to leave his own mark on Sarah's soul.

Until 1 a.m.

Sarah had already curled up in the blankets and fallen into a deep sleep, like a lazy cat.

Her face was streaked with satisfied tears, and a slight smile lingered on her lips.

Chen An gently tucked her in, then picked up her clothes from the floor and put them on.

Although the allure of a secluded paradise was undeniable, he hadn't forgotten the pile of "spoils of war" that had fallen from the sky that he still needed to deal with in his car.

Chen An returned to his wooden house.

He sat down at his worktable and turned on the bright desk lamp.

In front of me was a pile of drone wreckage.

"DJI Mavic 3 Enterprise Edition... It's a great product. Hongyan Company is really willing to invest in it."

Chen An fiddled with the fragments.

Although the fuselage was shattered by the shockwave of the slug.

The propeller was gone, but the core gimbal, although somewhat deformed, was not completely destroyed.

Especially that tiny Micro SD card slot.

Chen An carefully removed the memory card, which was only the size of a fingernail, with tweezers.

"I hope it can be read aloud."

He took out a card reader and inserted it into the four-year-old laptop.

"Ding-dong."

The sound of the system successfully recognizing the device was particularly pleasant in the quiet night.

Chen An curled his lips into a cold smile and opened the folder.

The folder contains more than a dozen videos, all dated within the last three days.

It seems this drone flew more than once.

He clicked on the latest video.

The scene begins on the ground.

The camera was shaky, clearly indicating that the operator was adjusting the equipment.

The image shows a pair of feet wearing expensive leather shoes and the leg of a pair of dress pants.

Immediately afterwards, a sound came out.

The wind was whistling in the background, but the conversation remained clear.

"Damn it, the signal is terrible in this godforsaken place," came a man's complaint.

"Stop talking nonsense and increase the altitude. I need to get a clear look at the terrain behind that Chinese man."

"The mayor said that there was an underground river outlet on the old geological survey map, which should be in that area."

That sound!

Chen An narrowed his eyes.

It was Smith. The project manager who always wore wire-rimmed glasses and looked very polite.

The video continues playing.

"Boss, will we get shot down if we just fly over there? That kid looks pretty tough, and he has a gun." The operator's voice was hesitant.

"What's there to be afraid of? This is hundreds of meters in the air, what ghost could he possibly see! Besides..." Smith sneered, his voice laced with malice.

"Once I get the exact coordinates of that hole, I can get the mayor to issue a forced confiscation order."

"The reason is... national strategic water resource protection. Or it's suspected that it's an abandoned mine pit from back then, with a risk of collapse, requiring government takeover."

"Brilliant, absolutely brilliant. And what about the house over there? That busty widow?"

"Hmph, that woman? Once her gambling-addicted husband is sentenced and the banks start pressing for repayment, what other options does she have but to climb into my bed and beg me to buy her land?"

"At that time, this entire piece of land, including the people and water, will belong to the company."

The video contained the lewd laughter of two men.

Then, the camera zoomed out abruptly, turning into an aerial view from God's perspective.

………………

"Smack."

Chen An closed his laptop.

Even when he was alone in the room, his eyes were as cold as the cold night outside.

"Forced confiscation? Climbing into your bed?"

Chen An's fingers tapped lightly on the table, producing a rhythmic sound.

Smith not only wanted to steal his money, but also wanted to sleep with his woman.

well.

This is no longer a simple business competition; this is a declaration of war.

If this video is just a simple aerial shot, then it's evidence of illegal surveying.

However, this pre-flight recording directly exposed the conspiracy between Hongyan Company and the town mayor to use public power for commercial plunder.

In the United States, scandals involving political corruption and corporate misconduct, once exposed, are like a nuclear bomb for elected officials who value votes above all else.

However, Chen An does not intend to send it directly to the media.

That was a last resort, a means of mutual destruction, and it might provoke a counterattack from even higher levels of capital.

He wanted to use this evidence to break the leg of the barking dog in front of him.

………………

The next morning.

Instead of picking mushrooms, Chen An drove straight to the town's printing shop, transcribed the keyframes and audio recordings from the video into text, and made several copies.

Then, he bought a new USB drive and copied the edited video onto it.

10:00 AM.

Chen An arrived at the Whitefish Town Government Building.

However, instead of going to see the mayor, he went to the coffee shop across the street, found a seat by the window, ordered a black coffee, and waited quietly.

He was waiting for someone.

About ten minutes later, a distinctive Crown Victoria police car pulled up on the side of the road.

Sheriff Reynolds got out of the car, adjusting his belt as he prepared to enter a donut shop next door.

"Sir, if I were you, I wouldn't eat that chocolate flavor. The frosting doesn't look fresh today."

Chen An's voice made Reynolds stop in his tracks.