America: Starting with Daily Intelligence

Chapter 304 Clover

What kind of collectibles haven't you all seen?

I'm sorry, but they really haven't seen many Picasso paintings worth tens of millions of dollars. There's only one genuine Picasso painting in the whole world.

"Is this Picasso's early ink painting, 'Madonna and Garland'? It certainly has an artistic feel to it." Tyson Foods' major shareholder, Didor, exclaimed immediately after the Beggars' Sect disciples took out the painting and placed it on the table for people to look at.

His Highness also took out a monocular magnifying glass from his pocket and leaned over to examine every inch of Picasso's ink carefully.

The Grand Master didn't seem to care much about it. It was just an ink painting, and he couldn't appreciate poetry, songs, or any other art forms. In his opinion, what was art? An explosion was art!

The moment Shuke, in a fit of rage, carried clay explosives into the hotel where those politicians were having fun, and recklessly detonated the explosives, sending all that filthy, stinking mud into the sky, was the moment art was created.

That's true art!

"Mr. Madison, I heard you're planning to spend a hundred million dollars to buy this painting?" the director of Poly Insurance Company asked in surprise. "I admit Picasso's masterpieces are valuable, but even with all the collector's value, it shouldn't be worth that much, right? This painting should be worth between fifty and sixty million dollars; a hundred million dollars is no small sum!"

Madison, however, didn't seem to care. He waved his hand and said, "My greatest hobby in life is partying with friends I trust and buying collectibles. In my opinion, this painting is very valuable; there's only one in the world, and if you miss it, you'll never have another chance. Of course, Mr. Kim and I are also very good old friends, and he certainly wouldn't sell this painting to me for a hundred million dollars."

"Oh? Then why did you spend another hundred million dollars? Is it because there are other deals involved?"

Several people were curious about this. The Saudi prince also glanced at the ivory and lion fur and felt that the problem was not with them. He had plenty of these things at home and they were not worth much at all.

Madison then went along with the conversation, mentioning Hollywood stars and the auction hosted by Jehovah Priyan.

"Of this hundred million dollars, I only need to pay a maximum of sixty million to buy that painting. The remaining forty million is actually what I use to buy intelligence from Mr. Jin." Madison subtly revealed that the Grand Master's intelligence network was quite powerful.

Seeing the surprised expressions on the faces of the people present, Madison said with a smile, "If you are also interested, I can share this intelligence with you afterward. When we get those solid video evidences, we will undoubtedly have the upper hand in business and trade competition with those people! Even those money-devouring beasts who like to ask us for money will have to shut up."

The group immediately became interested upon hearing this. "There's such a thing?"

"I've heard about their dealings with Hollywood stars before. I bet a lot of those people have been to that island, right?" the owner of Mond Refrigeration Company said in surprise.

"So, what do we need to give up to get that videotape and evidence? Are you sure you can obtain authentic footage from the auction?"

The people present understood Madison's purpose. Appreciating the paintings was secondary; the main goal was to leverage their influence to counter the other party's network of connections and prevent them from making any rash moves.

Although they knew he wanted to form cliques, none of the people present paid any attention to it. After all, if they could hold a competitor's weakness in their hands and make the other party unable to hold their head high in front of them, and to be hesitant and timid, that would be much more satisfying than making a few hundred or tens of millions more.

"We're all old friends, so of course I'm prepared to share the evidence with you for free! I'm not one of those greedy black people who would use a videotape as a bargaining chip to sell. I don't need that kind of money." Madison immediately laughed.

"Haha, Mr. Madison truly lives up to his reputation as a renowned philanthropist. We'll await your good news at home!"

The group laughed heartily, reached a consensus, and raised their glasses for a toast.

For the next half hour, they had a secret conversation. Zhang Ailun exchanged business cards and contact information with them. Coincidentally, the bark water also took effect, and the wealthy men expressed their desire to go to local entertainment venues for fun. The prince offered to treat them.

The leader and Madison declined the invitation to go with them and saw them off to their car.

After watching the wealthy consortium leave, the two returned to the private room. Madison took out a Swiss check for one hundred million US dollars and handed it to the head of the organization.

"This is enough to show my sincerity! The money is yours, and the Picasso painting, along with your intelligence, is mine."

Zhang Ailun took the Swiss bank check, glanced at it, and put it away, intending to have Dave cash it at the bank later. He then called the Beggars' Sect disciples to clean up the scene. After things calmed down, he explained the details.

"Prien will be holding an underground bonfire slave auction at Clover Ranch in the suburbs around 9:30 pm. In addition to the detailed list of attendees I have already mentioned, the auction items will include Victorian female models, Colombian supermodels, the Swan Lake dancers' leader from the Kyoto Opera House, former members of a South Korean girl group..."

"They've really gone all out. Hiring so many people, aren't they afraid of being wiped out?" Madison scoffed. "How's their security team? I heard that Prian is a coward, hiring over 200 mercenaries and outlaws. He talks about getting intelligence and videotapes easy, but infiltrating the auction won't be easy. If we can't control the situation and they get away, messing things up, it'll be a huge loss. You and I will both face their furious retaliation."

"They're just a bunch of scumbags who only do dirty deals behind the scenes. You overestimate them! Before the harsh sunlight and gun barrels are pointed at their heads, they hide behind the scenes and in the darkness, more arrogant and domineering than anyone else, looking down on anyone outside their circle, considering themselves superior. But when you hold the truth or even explosives in front of them, they become more conscious of their lives and more polite than anyone else. Whatever you ask them to do, they'll obediently cooperate!"

"If all else fails, I have a few new products in my lab that I can let them experience the effects of chemical reagents."

Zhang Ailun sat on the sofa without changing his expression, poured himself a glass of water, unbuttoned his collar, and crossed his legs. He felt a warm sensation all over his body after drinking the bark water, and a sweat broke out on his forehead.

After drinking a glass of ice water to suppress the burning sensation in his lower abdomen, he laughed and said, "Do you think their security team can withstand Black Hawk helicopters? Or do you think their willpower can withstand 'Twilight Lovers'? They can't even quit drugs and leaflets, they can't even quit women, let alone resist chemical agents."

"Plian's security team didn't come with us either; they're still on the island. They're only paid a few hundred dollars a day, and when it really comes down to it, nobody's going to risk their lives for them. Don't worry, I'll arrange for reliable people to infiltrate as waiters. Once they're all seated, on their drugs, and in the zone, we'll parachute directly onto their ranch and take control of everyone. Absolutely no problems!!"

The leader was already very skilled at kidnapping and shooting.

No one knows pest control better than him!

Those bedbugs should be sprayed with insecticide. They've filthed the Earth where the Grand Master lives.

"I'd forgotten. Colonel Wood... no, General Wood may be out on missions and unable to help us, but you're an arms dealer with deals with the military region, you have plenty of guns and men at your disposal. You took over Heaven's Gate's lab and still have their researchers?" Madison asked.

"Don't misunderstand, the main research I had them do was to suppress the negative effects of neurotoxins and treat the complications caused by drug addiction symptoms. Although there hasn't been much progress yet, and it's just robbing Peter to pay Paul, sooner or later there will be a mature product that can help people successfully quit drugs." Zhang Ailun smiled.

The gadget developed by Dr. Jerry's team does have some effect when used on humans, but the side effects are still quite significant.

Actually, quitting drugs isn't difficult, so why do those pharmaceutical companies do it this way?

You invest heavily in research to produce a drug for addiction treatment, but you can only make money for one cycle at a time. As the number of addicts decreases, your profits will only decrease over time. Furthermore, you'll simultaneously offend drug cartels and the interests of many people behind the scenes.

Conversely, if you sell addictive drugs, there are standard templates. With just a small investment in equipment, you can easily synthesize and manufacture them, and you'll only earn more and more! Others will also protect and support you.

Even a fool knows which option to choose.

Pharmaceutical companies have been conducting research on cancer patients for a long time, but many of their findings eventually disappeared. The main reason is not only that it wasn't profitable, but it also easily offended people.

If cancer can be cured with a single injection, what will happen to pharmaceutical companies and hospitals? Who will buy the equipment? Who will buy the drugs? How will they profit from the poor?

The only thing that can stop human progress is humanity itself. Having a conscience can certainly make money, but lacking a conscience can make even more.

Madison was relieved.

After a thorough discussion with the leader of the sect, including a brief negotiation on cooperation, he smiled, stood up, packed the Picasso painting into a box, shook hands, and said, "Mr. Jin, it's been a pleasure working with you. I'll arrange the manpower now to coordinate with your people after dark. By the way, it would be best if you brought a few extra vials of the potion you mentioned; I think I'll need them!"

"Okay, you'd better prepare several large-capacity videotapes and a 4K camera. I'm afraid we won't have enough memory and will miss some exciting moments. I can give you a few vials of chemical reagents for free."

Zhang Ailun smiled and shook hands with him, chatted for a few more minutes, and then saw him off to his car.

He waved and watched Madison's luxury car drive away until its taillights disappeared at the end of the road. Only then did he turn around, take out his phone, and make a call to the beggars' gang disciples on Mount Kiliyad.

After the other party answered, he instructed, "Have Dr. Jerry prepare several vials of high-purity Twilight Lover chemical reagent and send them to my villa. I have a very important use for them."

After giving instructions to the Beggars' Sect disciples and hanging up the phone, he found Zorro's phone number and called him.

After the other party answered the phone, the background music was a bit noisy, probably from a casino or bar. Zhang Ailun didn't care and said directly, "Find a place where there are no people and no surveillance cameras, and call me back."

After saying that, he hung up the phone immediately. A minute later, Zorro called him back.

He asked, "Boss, did you need something?"

"There's an infiltration mission we need you to take on. It's at Clover Ranch, which is under the name of Jehovah Priyan..." Zhang Ailun told him about the situation.

After listening, Zorro understood the details of the mission and said, "This is a good job for Violet. She's an expert in this area. I'll go find them now and get ready."

"OK".

He hung up the phone. Zhang Ailun also called Sieg over and asked him to go to Armed Nation to prepare some more weapons and equipment and to call a few more people over.

Sieg immediately agreed and drove away from the Newport Villa.

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Late at night.

The suburban roads were sparsely populated with pedestrians and vehicles, but Clover Ranch, located in an undeveloped area near the mountains, was brightly lit.

Several light private planes landed silently on the ranch's helipad, and a few people dressed in suits, wearing luxury goods and expensive clothes and jewelry got off. They were obviously rich.

The crowd included celebrities who had appeared on the big screen, philanthropists and judges who had been interviewed by the media, and people of wealth, power, and influence. There were even a few gang members with ponytails and guns tucked into their waistbands.

Clover Ranch was established in the 19th century and was bought by a white California rancher to raise cattle. Even in the 20th century, the family's livestock business did not decline. On the contrary, after several ups and downs, the business grew bigger and bigger, and even provided relatively good meat products and canned goods to the front-line troops in World War II.

It wasn't until the mid-to-late 20th century, into the 1980s and 90s, that the ranch's meat processing company was exposed for safety issues due to land and food safety reforms in California. This led to its gradual decline, and the land was bought by a businessman at a low price, who continued to operate the livestock business.

But at some point, it became a den of iniquity where a grand banquet was held every so often.

This place is a livestock farm during the day and at night.

Violet was on a bus, putting on makeup with a mirror and applying lipstick. The driver drove the bus to the ranch and stopped in the backyard of the villa.

After receiving the task from her "boss," she used the team's network technician, Mouse, to register online and impersonate an insider for a prostitute. The high salary was $2000; she only needed to work one night as a waitress and sign a confidentiality agreement. Her identity ID was also entered into the "company's" database, and she was required to bring her own contraceptives.

She couldn't possibly use her real identity when she went out on missions. She'd done plenty of these kinds of infiltration missions that involved selling her body before, and she was used to it.

After getting off the car, staff members quickly came over and assigned them tasks. Violet followed the other female service staff to the villa's changing room to change into some cool work clothes.

It's called clothes, but it's actually more like a few strips of cloth and open-crotch pants.

The girls held the open-crotch pants and chatted amongst themselves.

She couldn't help but complain, "I stopped wearing this when I was three years old. I never thought I'd have to wear it for work now."