A swift and decisive victory in the early stages, a post-apocalyptic survival story in America!

In Julie's master bedroom, the three of them lived a life of debauchery.

It was as if the information in that dark web account was a dark cloud, suffocating the three of them.

Julie, the most experienced of them all, was the first to close her computer screen, turning to Li Qi with a blank expression: "Let's have a drink! To celebrate our innocent past..."

Li Qi nodded blankly, "I'll go prepare some food..."

But clearly, before the food and drinks were even ready, the three of them began to drink and toast each other.

Laura had already had one drink, so this second one was naturally for Julie.

After finishing two bottles of brandy, Li Qi opened a bottle of gin.

Julie, her clothes half-undone and her eyes glazed with drunkenness, said, "This isn't the first time I've heard of something like this, but it's the first time I've experienced it firsthand... It's terrifying..."

Lola's alcohol tolerance was clearly not as high as Julie's; she was already struggling to keep her eyes open and wanted to say something, but couldn't open her mouth.

Li Qi was still somewhat conscious: "I thought my previous experiences were already hellishly terrifying, but now I know what hell really means..."

Julie held her glass and drank the rest of the strong liquor: "There's no going back, I can never go back..."

Li Qi nodded slightly, deeply agreeing.

Having lived two lives, I had long held a prejudice against Xida University, so although I was shocked, it didn't shatter my worldview.

But Julie and Lola are different; they are legitimate Western Long-lived beings who have received formal education since childhood and have never been exposed to these dark aspects.

The two women have similar upbringings and can be considered the pride of heaven. They were both well protected by their fathers, so they definitely can't accept being exposed to these things so suddenly.

In contrast, Julie, having witnessed countless murders, was more accepting of them.

Lola was completely devastated. She couldn't accept Nick's human trafficking, but the buying and selling of live human organs and even infant serum was beyond her comprehension.

"You mean... all of those were live organ removals?" Julie had one long leg curled up in front of her, and the other long leg stretched out and rested on Li Qi's thigh, looking listless.

"Probably... What surprised me was the blood draw; they said it would arrive in port in about two weeks. Based on the information release schedule, does that mean it's almost here?"

Julie nodded: "Judging by the date, it should be around three days from now..."

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A cargo ship sails on the high seas, with starlight scattered across the calm surface of the water; everything is so beautiful.

On the deck, the rousing music mingled with the background sound of the waves as a dozen sailors sang and danced, drinking beer and eating barbecue, enjoying the beautiful night under the gentle sea breeze.

The ship is about to enter the port, and a period of drifting at sea is about to end. Wages are in hand, and home is in sight. Is there anything happier than this?

A middle-aged Latino man with a bulbous nose put down his bottle, said something to his companion, and left the deck.

Reaching the bottom of the cargo hold, the man opened one of the containers, turned on his flashlight, and peered inside through the iron fence in the light.

"One, two, three..." He finally breathed a sigh of relief after counting to "seventeen".

The air inside the container was foul, and the ventilation holes that had been opened in advance could not provide 100% ventilation. The man covered his nose and endured the stench to confirm that it was indeed foul before closing the container door again.

Ignoring the faint cries behind him, the man returned to the captain's cabin and said to the overweight Captain Bruno Connor, "My esteemed Captain Connor, I've checked, everything is fine. Three more days should be enough."

Bruno raised his eyelids slightly: "Keep a close eye on things. We've had a tough journey; don't let anything go wrong at the last minute!"

The young sailor on watch suddenly took off his headset and shouted, "Captain! Coast Guard!"

Bruno snorted and patted the man beside him on the shoulder: "Lucas, your nephew is good in every way, except he can't keep his temper in check. You need to teach him a lesson, understand?"

He stood up, pulled out a cigar, and walked towards the young sailor: "It's just the Coast Guard. Don't make a fuss unless it's a Category 17 typhoon!"

Picking up the walkie-talkie, Bruno calmly reported the ship's basic information. Soon, the Coast Guard confirmed that everything was correct and turned to leave.

Bruno said with some pride, "Young man, we ocean freighters deal with these people all the time. Let me teach you something: don't wait until you're at sea to realize you need friends! Make them your friends while you're on land!"

Bruno strolled lazily toward the lounge, closed the door, and his composure turned into anxiety. He sat down at the table and opened his laptop.

Several days have passed since the message was sent, and I still haven't received a reply.

What the hell is Nick doing?!

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Nancy rushed into Roger Stern's house like a whirlwind. Seeing her brother safe and sound, she couldn't help but rush over, hug Roger, and burst into tears.

"You scared me to death! I thought you'd been killed! You damn bastard!"

It's inevitable that siblings will have conflicts from childhood, but if one of them has to kill the older brother, it can only be that person, not someone else.

Nancy cried so earnestly that Roger was deeply moved. Just as he was about to offer some words of comfort, his sister, who rarely shed tears, said, "Why didn't he kill you! You wretched man! How many times have I told you not to live here alone, but you wouldn't listen!"

Roger rolled his eyes, speechless. "This is the first time I've encountered something like this, okay? This is my father's old house, it holds many fond memories, I can't bear to leave it here..."

Nancy pushed her brother away: "What's there to be reluctant about? He's an alcoholic, always drunk. What good memories can you possibly have?"

Roger sighed, "He was an extremely skilled surgeon. All my skills were taught to me by my father. If he hadn't fallen ill and could no longer perform surgery, none of this would have happened... Sigh!"

Not wanting to dwell on the past, Roger glanced out the window and asked, "Were the police all gone when you arrived?"

"They left, otherwise I wouldn't have come in," Nancy said, leaning closer to the window and pulling down the blinds to look outside. "Your car was impounded by the police?"

Roger nodded: "No problem. The uniformed sheriff in charge of the team once asked me for a favor and owes me a considerable debt. The car is evidence, that's true, but it's also my personal property, and he'll return it to me."

Nancy sat back down on the sofa, touched the gun hole, and asked, "Didn't you tell the police what he did?"

Roger shrugged. "Of course I have to tell! Otherwise, wouldn't I be letting that guy down? I said someone rushed in and started shooting randomly, and Conn and I managed to escape. The police were skeptical, but there was nothing they could do; the evidence was what it was."

Nancy frowned: "Why didn't that guy kill you? Did he have a crush on you?"