America: Starting with Daily Intelligence

Chapter 306 The True Colors Are Revealed

The auction game at Clover Ranch continues. Violet, however, is finding the atmosphere a bit too much to bear.

She originally planned to sneak backstage to avoid the limelight while those important figures were focused on the auction items and games and had no time to pay attention to her, but she didn't expect that the security personnel and drug researchers backstage had their eyes on her.

Several people walked over and questioned and harassed her.

"Hey! What's wrong, sweetheart? Did the bosses not take a liking to you, so you're sulking here? Don't worry, and don't fret about not making money. Guess what? We happen to have ten thousand dollars here! As long as you behave and do as we say, this money is yours! You don't need to satisfy the bosses' special demands to make big money, how about it?"

The security personnel jokingly pulled out several rolls of US dollars and tossed them out as chips.

"Your salaries are really high, that you're willing to spend so much money? But there are too many of you. If there were fewer of you, I might consider it. Do you think I'm here just for the money? Do you think I'm some cheap commodity that you can just pay to be used?" Violet said irritably.

"Aren't you one of them?" The security guard and the researcher exchanged a glance and couldn't help but burst into laughter.

"Look at what you're wearing, isn't it just for easy 'coming and going'? Or do you have other ideas? Trying to get close to rich people? Getting pregnant by their children? Don't be silly! Their money isn't so easy to earn. You'd better not get any funny ideas, we'll be watching you closely!"

The security personnel seemed particularly attentive to this matter.

"..."

Violet stared at the group as if they were idiots, feeling that ever since the auction was announced, there wasn't a single normal person on the entire ranch; their minds were filled with nothing but yellow paint.

Seeing the white powder on their noses and at the corners of their mouths, he exclaimed in surprise, "You guys are on drugs too? Who's going to handle the security measures then?"

The security guards exchanged glances and then chuckled. "Is this your first time here? Don't worry, this is the middle of nowhere. Nobody's going to be crazy enough to come here in the middle of the night. Coyotes and cougars are more likely to be here than strangers."

"Not far from the ranch, in the east and west directions, there are two specially built outposts. Our monitoring network center is also located there. When you came by car, you should have seen the big windmills by the roadside. Those are wind power generation facilities and signal towers. If any outsiders come, the monitoring room will remind us ten minutes in advance! They will also take the initiative to intercept them. Ordinary people simply cannot get here. We are only doing security work here to make up the numbers; we mainly provide special services."

"Unless they fly over directly," the security personnel said.

They exchanged another glance and burst into laughter: "But that's impossible too."

"Mr. Priyan has held so many auctions before, and there has never been an accident. This time is no exception. You don't want to go to the boss and report us for sneaking a bite here, do you?" The security guards laughed heartily.

"Enough with the talk. Either you stay here and help us sort this out, or you obediently go back to the front and serve those big shots." Someone couldn't stand it anymore and walked over.

Violet pondered for a moment and felt that this information was still very useful. She also needed to stall for time until the Grand Master came and crippled them!

He immediately pointed to the researchers in the crowd, "I choose him!"

"Oh no! Harry, you're really lucky! You've been spotted by such a pretty chick! Well, have a nice night." The security guards groaned in despair, filled with envy and resentment.

The elderly researcher from the Mediterranean was both surprised and delighted, pointing incredulously to himself, "You chose me?"

"Of course, darling, want to come with me to a secluded place? You'd better be able to satisfy me!" Violet swayed her slender waist as she walked over, giving him a flirtatious wink. She then took his arm.

The old man immediately nodded in agreement, then hesitated, "But I don't have that much money to give you. I can only give you $2000 at most."

"That's enough, darling. Compared to money, or being lined up with several drug addicts, I still prefer a slow-paced one-on-one experience, especially with an experienced and mature man who can give me a better experience." Violet was full of lies, speaking without hesitation.

The old man believed it to be true and was so excited that he immediately put down everything he was holding, took Violet, left the backstage area, and slipped out through the back door.

The two chatted and laughed as they went outside. Suddenly, Violet felt a pressure on her. Looking down, she realized that the man was only wearing a coat and nothing underneath.

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Violet, seeing the old man trying to take advantage of her, already harbored murderous intent.

"Darling, quickly lie down on the wall, we'll finish the fight right here."

The old man led the violet to the back of the cowshed, excitedly saying, "Don't worry, this is a blind spot for the surveillance cameras, no one will find out."

Violet pointed to the sky and said, "The moon is so round tonight."

"The moon in the sky is round every day." The old man rushed forward impatiently.

"Fxxk you! When I say that, you should look up at the sky instead of staring straight at my butt crack!!"

Violet couldn't take it anymore, so she used a Russian-style giant swing, smashing it into the old man's chin with a loud thud. The old man rolled his eyes, immediately tilted his head, and fainted, lying on the ground.

"Hey! What happened?"

Perhaps the commotion was a bit too loud, because the backstage security personnel also came over, peeking out and calling out, "Is Harry any good?"

To cover her tracks, Violet immediately sat down next to the old man, making some panting noises and uttering a string of English words.

The security guard whistled at the sound and muttered, "Fxxk, is this old man on drugs? I thought I could get the better of him."

"By the middle of the night, when all those big shots are tired of playing, what advantage won't we get?" The colleague next to him seemed calm and composed, very experienced.

Seeing this, the group returned to the backstage area.

"Come here, someone help push my butt."

A few minutes later, a staff member walked in through the front desk, looked at the security personnel present, and said, "A VIP has offered $6000!"

The security personnel exchanged glances, and one of them took a deep breath, as if making a difficult decision, and gritted his teeth as he followed the staff to the front desk.

"Hey buddy, someone's chrysanthemum is in danger." Several people gloated.

"Shut your filthy mouth!" The security guard raised his middle finger without turning around. "I'm making that six thousand dollars; not even Jesus can stop me, I said it!"

"Good luck."

Several people waved their hands, peering through the crack in the door at the white expanse at the front desk and the smoky scene; group sex was just a normal occurrence.

Even those who were used to such grand occasions couldn't help but gasp in amazement.

After about ten minutes, the group was smoking and chatting when they glanced at their watches and suddenly realized something was amiss.

"Harry usually only lasts five minutes at most, why did it take so long this time?" someone wondered.

The person next to him picked up a walkie-talkie and directly called the monitoring center, "This is the Clover backstage security team, requesting the network center to access the surveillance footage. Hello?"

Suddenly, a strange, magnetic voice came through, "Everything is normal."

"OK..." The security personnel paused for a moment, then didn't pay any more attention to it.

I took a deep drag of the leaf, feeling my head spinning, as if I were floating in the sky, while continuing to chat and laugh with my colleague next to me.

On the other side, thick smoke billowed from the outpost, which was engulfed in flames.

A Black Hawk helicopter landed on the ground, and an armed convoy parked on the side of the road.

Zhang Ailun turned off the walkie-talkie and looked at the several pieces of equipment piled up next to him, which the Beggar Clan disciples promptly moved out and used to put out the fire.

The mouse was crouching nearby, deciphering the network center's password to copy the recording.

Zhang Ailun smiled and said, "Violet did a pretty good job, managing to extract so much useful information. No wonder she's a professional assassin. Although we already detected suspicious signal sources nearby using Terminator 2.0."

Blitz's software app is really useful. As long as someone's phone is connected to the internet and turned on, you can find their signal and location by searching nearby. Clover Ranch is suddenly well-hidden, and the outpost's construction and functionality are also very cunning. It can deal with ordinary people, but it's completely powerless against hackers and members of the leader's team.

After all, no one would go to the trouble of raiding such a remote place without knowing the location. What if it's some research institute, military base, or a small workshop in Motorbike? Exploring this place would be a complete waste of time and effort.

After a series of network technology operations, the mouse successfully cracked the account password and also discovered some clues, which it then reported to the leader.

"Boss. This network center seems to have been attacked before, more than once, and some video content has been leaked. However, there is no related information on the dark web. It should be because those people did some emergency public relations and found the real offline IP address, or they paid money to buy it."

For a hacker of mouse-level skill, cracking the network's central backend is not difficult, but most people certainly wouldn't risk their lives.

Even if they obtained the contents, it would be a hot potato, and they wouldn't dare to leak it.

The mouse scrolls through the stored videos. Clicking on any past video is a feast for the eyes. The video is from July of last year and is a six-hour-long, captivating piece of video.

"Boss, this is all evidence of their crimes that they kept themselves! It's probably also a means for Jehovah Priyan to control and cultivate his network!"

The mouse was extremely excited and immediately handed the video over to the leader for viewing.

Zhang Ailun glanced at the video and found it incredibly shocking and cringe-worthy. Suddenly, he recognized some familiar faces in the video.

"Wait a minute, is that Puff Daddy? And is that black guy LeBron James from the NBA?"

Watching a video clip, it appeared to show two men on top of each other. Everyone was amazed.

"No wonder this guy often pulls his groin when playing basketball. With Old Hei pinning him to the ground and torturing him like that, how could he not get hurt? Even an iron groin would be covered in battle scars," a Beggar Clan disciple quipped.

"I think he's really enjoying it. I heard that Puff Daddy spent $100 million to buy LeBron James's virginity. This guy has sold his ass for half his career, so he must be very happy. He's really hit the jackpot," the person next to him said cheerfully.

"Isn't that Will Smith?" The Beggar Clan member recognized another black man and exclaimed in surprise, "I heard he and his wife have been living separate lives for a long time, and he even took his son to Puff Daddy's party. I didn't expect the rumors to be true."

"Nothing comes from nowhere. These people are just small fry." Zhang Ailun smiled calmly, not caring about these people.

I browsed through the video collection again, but unfortunately, it didn't seem to contain any videos of Obama and the Clintons.

That thing is a real heavyweight bomb when you hold it in your hand.

It seems Jehovah Priyan isn't very bold. At most, he might keep some scandalous information about Hollywood stars and business tycoons.

I don't know if they just didn't get along or if they were being cautious and backed up the videos to somewhere else.

Zhang Ailun pondered, "We've sorted out the outpost issue here, but I wonder how Madison and his men are doing on the other side."

"Boss, there shouldn't be any problem. After all, Boketu is flying a Black Hawk helicopter, and he's taking Sig and our men with him," the Beggar Clan disciple said.

Soon, Zhang Ailun received a call from Madison. After answering, he immediately inquired about the situation on their end.

"Very good! Your people are just as efficient as mine. Most importantly, I love this Black Hawk helicopter! One rocket blast and it razed the outpost to the ground! I've never really paid much attention to military equipment before. It seems I'll have to stock up on some good stuff on my island from now on, just in case!" Madison was in high spirits, finally getting his revenge.

"If you have this need, Mr. Wood will definitely be happy to help you solve it," Zhang Ailun smiled. Anyway, with his connections there, as long as he was willing to spend the money, the other party would definitely be happy to sell.

"I have found some video recordings, as well as a lot of encrypted videos. The evidence is conclusive," Zhang Ailun said.

"I have nothing here, because it's all been bombed flat!" Madison laughed. "Now I just want to get to Prien as fast as I can and give him a huge surprise! A lesson he'll never forget!"

"I believe he definitely wouldn't be happy to see you, after all, this is when he's most vulnerable," Zhang Ailun said.

A person is very vulnerable when defecating.

Having a foreign object in your chrysanthemum is like defecating.

After hanging up the phone, they agreed to see who would go first. Zhang Ailun immediately urged the Beggars' Sect disciples to load the equipment onto the vehicle so they could drive off.

Those valuable videos were then copied to an encrypted floppy disk using the mouse. Several copies will be made later as a special gift for everyone in the community.

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They boarded the Black Hawk helicopter, started it up, and flew into the sky, heading towards Clover Ranch.

But the leader was a step too slow and couldn't catch up with Madison's team. When he arrived, he saw Black Hawk helicopters circling overhead several times, and the ranch was completely surrounded by layers of escort vehicles.

On the plane, Madison was shouting wildly through a megaphone, using the most intimate and authentic West Coast dialect to greet his arch-nemesis Prien's entire family.

The blinding searchlights, like holy light exorcising demons, descended from the sky, illuminating every inch of the pasture. Many people rushed out in panic, making a complete fool of themselves, instantly revealing their true colors!

Prien's face turned green; he felt like the sky had fallen. He roared, "Madison!!"

"Your grandfather is here!!" Madison laughed heartily.

Holding a megaphone, he roared back, "Fxxkyou! You penniless, gay, perverted bastard!! You've finally met your match? You've finally fallen into my hands! I'm going to fucking throw you on my bed and fuck you to death!! I mean it!!"

"..." Zhang Ailun's expression was strange.

You can just talk about it, but don't actually do it, it's disgusting.

However, it doesn't seem like it's impossible.

Anyway, it's not illegal, and we're pursuing diversity! The other party is still our mortal enemy, and we've even cut off their blood to achieve permanent peace.

Wow... I'm getting a little excited just thinking about it.