America: Starting with Daily Intelligence

Chapter 218 Lifeline

They drove to the mountain camp, parked the car halfway up the mountain, and used several drones to clear the way. With a high-altitude view, they quickly locked onto a dozen or so black people in the camp. They heard a faint sound, looked up and saw the drones. Before they could do anything, the dozen or so drones fell from the sky and launched a suicidal attack on them.

The pickup truck next to the explosion exploded instantly, the shockwave sending several black men flying, their fates unknown. Several drones circled and explored the camp, scanning the factory and buildings with thermal imagers, but found no further trace.

Blitz reported the situation to the Grand Master, and Zhang Ailun was relieved, allowing Sieg to continue driving to the mountaintop.

Upon arriving at the mountaintop campsite, we were greeted by a scene of utter devastation, with vehicles engulfed in flames and the old black man beside us already dead.

Zhang Ailun got out of the car and asked the Beggars' Sect disciples to search for the signal source. Before long, they found the USB flash drive data, other discs, a packet of leaves, and a box of pale yellow liquid in a container in the factory.

Zhang Ailun clearly remembered this, "Is this adrenaline red?"

Sieg glanced at it and confirmed, "That's right, it's adrenaline red! This vial weighs about 20 grams, and one gram is worth a thousand US dollars! There are three vials of adrenaline red in a box, that's sixty thousand US dollars!"

Bailey said, somewhat annoyed, "These guys are running pretty big businesses. What's the police station doing? They're definitely taking bribes!"

"These things have nothing to do with us." Zhang Ailun didn't care at all what impact the disappearance of Motorbike would have on the suburbs. There would definitely be an impact, but it would certainly be suppressed like Paradise Gate, and might not even be reported on the news.

The Beggars' Sect disciples also found several corpses in the warehouse, which appeared to be those of minors.

"Bury it on the spot."

The leader, being kind-hearted, couldn't stand such things and could only make amends by taking revenge on Old Black.

After cleaning up the drone debris and other traces, the dozen or so black men were all cremated on the spot, and all the ruins at the foot of the mountain had to be cleared away.

Zhang Ailun took the data discs back to the transport vehicle and handed them to Blitz for him to decipher and examine.

"The disc was encrypted multiple times, but that's nothing to me." Blitz plugged in the USB drive, opened his self-written program, and quickly deciphered the disc data. He then randomly opened the root directory with the serial number ta1596b1v and played the video using a media player.

Soon, a dozen or so Black men appeared on screen, seemingly in a villa or mansion, smoking opium and having a smoky party. The scene was chaotic and disorderly.

"This black guy looks like a DJ or rap star?" Blitz said with some surprise.

After pausing and zooming in on the video, he compared it with the photos and confirmed, "It's definitely him! There are several other celebrities in there, all Black DJs from the West Coast! There are also stand-up comedians and midnight radio hosts."

She then spotted the white man sitting on the sofa next to her, holding a champagne glass. He was dressed in a suit and had his hair slicked back, looking every bit the upper-class elite.

His expression was intriguing. "He seems to be a famous director of Hollywood adult films? His studio has a partnership with the biggest adult website company, and it seems he even owns shares in it. Vivid Entertainment is the Cadillac of the adult film industry, and its products are also famous adult videotapes. VE's revenue reached one hundred million US dollars in 2004!"

"And this person seems to be the head of Victoria's Secret's Los Angeles sales department. Their company's product range includes women's lingerie, bras, panties, swimwear, casual wear, women's shoes, cosmetics and various matching garments, luxury shorts, perfumes, cosmetics and related books, etc., and is one of the world's most famous and sexy lingerie brands."

I opened several data videos and watched them with great interest. Any one of them could be a big scoop and cause a sensation on the internet.

"Isn't that Elroy, the Black sheriff of the West Precinct? He was voted the best officer in the West Precinct last year! I never imagined he would not only accept bribes but also rape minors in private!!"

"And this one, the famous Hollywood stand-up comedian, he was also a member of a gang."

Zhang Ailun laughed too: "Damn, these people's private lives are so messy? As expected, the upper class is the most depraved. That's good, we have all their dirt on them now! Blitz, make copies of all of these and send them to them as a warning."

"Look at this! No wonder the Simi Valley police didn't react. It turns out they also have something on Motorbike and are involved in the underground casino business."

The footage shows several police officers on top of the victim, a girl, violently assaulting her in a VIP box on the second floor, while someone nearby holds a dog on a leash. The camera was filmed from a concealed angle.

"Could this person be an agent from the Los Angeles FBI's Special Agents Association?"

Blitz was amazed.

The footage also shows Motobang exchanging favors with FBI agents, and several black men talking to a middle-aged white man on the street, conducting a drug deal.

Blitz easily discovered the other person's identity: an FBI employee of the Los Angeles Special Agents Association. The photo was taken in 2016, when the person was just an ordinary team leader; now he is the vice president of the Los Angeles Special Agents Association.

I never expected the people at Motorbike to be so powerful. They must have connections. No wonder they can be so arrogant in the suburbs.

"That's interesting." Zhang Ailun smiled.

But now they have all this dirty data and incriminating evidence.

Motorola has released tons of gold coins!

Blitz immediately copied the data and sent it to those people.

In an instant, many people's phones rang, receiving anonymous messages.

After taking one look, many people's faces turned green.

Anonymous: Dear Sales Manager/DJ/Host/Sheriff/Detective...you don't want your privacy to be exposed, do you?

These people were momentarily bewildered and hurriedly asked: Who are you? Why do you have these videos?

The hot-tempered old black man angrily smashed the table, causing the table and chairs to lose 1 HP!

After calming down, I felt a wave of fear.

Anonymous: Don't worry about who we are. Just know that I can expose this information on the biggest forums and media outlets anytime, ruining your reputation and sending you to jail for life! We'll come to you for help in the future, so you'd better not refuse!

Anonymous: Don't try to find our information! I'm only saying this once, or you'll be arrested by the police the next day and thrown into the sea to be fed to sharks!

They were given a verbal warning to behave themselves and to act as if nothing had happened.

The most distressed of all was undoubtedly the vice president of the Los Angeles Secret Service. As an elite FBI member, when had he ever suffered such threats and humiliation?

But after seeing the irrefutable evidence, he chose to remain silent. After all, this kind of thing was too damaging; once exposed, it would not only lead to dismissal and investigation, but also a lifetime in jail.

What's meant to happen will happen eventually, but he still has a family, wife, and children to support, so even if he wanted to fight to the death, he didn't have the courage.

All I can do is curse those damn MotorBangers; they're so unreliable, something must have gone wrong!

Vice President: I think we need to have a talk.

Anonymous: I'm busy right now.

Vice President: ? When will you be free?

Anonymous: We'll see if we need your help after we burn all these damn blacks to ashes. Stop talking nonsense! Are you trying to tell me what to do?

Vice President: ...

Okay, okay, are you guys targeting me?

A sudden chill ran through me.

We escaped one wolf's den only to fall into another. These are nothing short of thugs!

Zhang Ailun also felt that some of these people should not be let off easily. In order to give them some advice, he randomly selected a black police officer who had accepted bribes to report him and sent the video message to the local police station.

With conclusive evidence, we can simply wait for the other party to wake up the next day, be arrested by their colleagues, sent to prison for interrogation, and spend the rest of their life in jail.

While dealing with these matters, the Beggars' Sect disciples had also cleaned up most of the traces. Bailey tallied up the spoils and reported with a grin: "Boss, adding the $20,000 we got from the Koreans, we got a total of $495,000 from the underground casino this time. We also seized an extra box of weapons and two boxes of fragmentation grenades."

There is also a gold Rolex watch.

Zhang Ailun took out the Rolex he had gotten from the Koreans, had it appraised, and determined it was worth about $15000. He accepted it with a smile.

Each member of the Beggars' Sect who participated in the operation was given $2 as a reward. The box of weapons and grenades was loaded onto a truck and taken to an armed nation for private sale. Adrenaline Red was also sold to hospitals through underground channels on the street, and then the money was divided equally.

I packed up the rest and took them with me.

The total assets of the Grand Master have reached approximately $170 million!

After cleaning up the scene and confirming that no clues had been left behind, Zhang Ailun instructed his Beggars' Sect disciples to drive to the city, sending the drone bombing video they had filmed along the way to their employer.

Burger King: Mission accomplished.

The employer received the message, clicked on the video, and was instantly stunned.

Holy crap! Where did you get this from?!

Is this still in China?

This must be on a battlefield in the Middle East, right? Don't tell me it's on a mountain peak in the suburbs!

Rip: Dude, what's going on? You took care of all those guys?

Burger King: There won't be any problems. Your USB drive data is all sorted out. We're on our way back.

Rip: You're not kidding me? You've made such a big fuss, what if the FBI investigates this?

Burger King: You're too timid. If I said there was no problem, there won't be. Don't worry, I'll handle it. This is a very complicated situation. I suggest you just focus on doing business honestly and don't ask any more questions.

Rip: OK...

I put my phone away; I felt completely numb.

Tommy asked, puzzled, "Things' been sorted out, shouldn't you be happy?"

Rip replied, "I just asked them to help me destroy copies of the music, and they almost turned the suburbs into a Syrian battlefield."

"Is it really that exaggerated?"

Tommy was also taken aback, but considering the way those people did things, he wasn't surprised.

He glanced at the video and fell into deep thought. "Killing them all, isn't that achieving your goal? At least no one will bother you anymore."

Rip nodded with relief. "I just hope the payment I offered will satisfy them. They'd better be law-abiding citizens!"

"Of course they're law-abiding citizens. He's even counting on me to help his girlfriend make a name for herself," Tommy said with a smug smile.

"I think we should bring them both on the next talk show," Rip suggested. "How about we make them the leading ladies in my music video?"

"Of course. But I feel that your music videos are always so erotic and unprofessional, he might not be satisfied," Tommy said.

"That's true."

Rip sighed, realizing he could only try to make up for it elsewhere.

Soon, they drove back to the city. Zhang Ailun had Bailey and the Beggars' Sect disciples drive to Armed Nation, while he, Sieg, and Blitz headed to the luxury villa in West Hollywood.

The patrol officers had already changed shifts and were no longer the same group. As usual, they stepped forward to intercept and investigate. Zhang Ailun had no choice but to call Tommy and ask him to come out and meet him.

Tommy and Rip arrived shortly after, explained to the police that they were all acquaintances, registered, and then led their group into the villa area.

After parking the armored truck on the side of the road, Zhang Ailun followed Tommy and Rip into the VIP room on the second floor of the villa, where the other party's henchmen and bikini-clad beauties were already having a blast at the party.

"Thank you so much for everything you've done for me. Our record sales plan remains unchanged. I'd like to raise a glass to you all!" Rip took out a bottle of his prized red wine from the wine cabinet, $28888 a bottle.

He poured a glass of red wine for Zhang Ailun and the others, and cheered, "Cheers!"

Zhang Ailun tasted the wine; it was both sour and astringent, with a sweet aftertaste.

Rip sat on the sofa and waved to summon several beautiful women. This time, the leader did not refuse them. While enjoying the massage service, he reminded them, "The matter has been settled for you. It's time to settle the agreed-upon payment."

"Of course, man, I'm not the kind of person who doesn't pay back debts! In fact, I've already talked to Tommy, and I'm not only going to give you $80, but I'm also going to invite you to join our record sales plan! I might need to go to a few other states for offline events, and I'll need your people to protect me," Rip explained.

"Why don't you just hire security personnel from PMC?" Zhang Ailun asked doubtfully. "Our main business is selling weapons, not security work."

"Those people aren't very reliable. I'm going to Miami, which is a very chaotic place." Rip said he didn't trust outsiders who were paid to do things. They would run away faster than their employers if something went wrong. How could he trust them?

"Okay, I agree. You can have someone contact Sig privately. He's the person in charge of our Armed Nation." Zhang Ailun thought for a moment and then agreed.

Rip cheered and waved for someone to bring over the prepared cash, which was then placed on the table. "Guys, take this! It's all yours! If the record sales exceed five million dollars, I'll give you an extra 10% commission! If it exceeds ten million dollars, I'll give you 20%!"

Zhang Ailun glanced at the thick stack of banknotes, his heart pounding with excitement. Suppressing his emotions, he waved his hand, signaling Sieg to go and count the amount.

Seeing how generous he was in business, he raised his glass and said, "It's a pleasure doing business with you!"

"It's a pleasure working with you!"

Another glass of red wine down the drain.

The blonde, blue-eyed white woman next to her stared at the cash with wide, almost drooling eyes, as if she wanted to melt on the spot.

"Now it's time for our party! Let's have a blast tonight! Nobody's leaving!" Rip said triumphantly, lighting a cigarette and announcing the start of fun time.

Inside, the younger brothers sat on the drum set and keyboard, fiddling with their instruments, and played a song about shaomai (a type of steamed dumpling).

I couldn't understand it, but it was pretty raunchy.

This was the first time the leader had attended a large gathering, and he was a little unaccustomed to it. The loud music made his head spin, so he only sat for a short while before going out for some fresh air.

(End of this chapter)