America: Starting with Daily Intelligence

Chapter 307 A Display of Ugliness

几分钟前。

Everyone at Clover Ranch was still having a blast in the villa, actively participating in group activities and responding to the team's call, completely unaware of the iconic scene they were about to face.

After auctioning off all the slaves, Jehovah Priyan finally had some free time. Although he really wanted to chat with his old client, he was too embarrassed to disturb him since the client was currently getting to know his newly purchased female slave better.

Once backstage, I was about to treat myself to a large dose of pure hallucinogens to relieve my fatigue when I suddenly saw several security personnel slacking off.

There was another person kneeling in front of the other.

"Where did that old man Harry go?"

"He went out with a prostitute, and it seems like they've been gone for about twenty minutes," the security guard replied.

"Harry can last twenty minutes? Absolutely not!!" Priyan's first reaction after hearing this was disbelief.

Don't ask why. As the boss, he is responsible and cares about his employees. He basically puts each employee through a dual test of time and physical fitness. He has a good grasp of everyone's time, otherwise he wouldn't be able to bring people here to enjoy themselves.

Even if old Harry is on drugs, he's still a spineless coward who can't even get through the door.

"Something must have happened to him. Go, find him for me, alive or dead! What's that woman's name?" Prian asked calmly.

"Martha." The security personnel took out the list and photos, glanced at them, and quickly replied.

"Marta, is she the girl with the great figure and looks? I think she was in the second batch of people selected, right?"

Prien's expression turned grim, and his mood sank.

Since he had long since been permanently neutered, he had virtually no interest in women. However, perhaps due to the principle of same-sex repulsion, he could easily remember the general characteristics of girls, even if he had only met them once.

I grabbed the remote, turned it to maximum power, but there was no response. Frustrated, I smashed it on the floor!

"She's definitely not an ordinary prostitute. Could she be an FBI agent? Damn it! Find her! I'm going to interrogate her severely!!" Prien's voice was shrill.

"Yes!!" The security personnel also realized the seriousness of the situation.

He hurriedly rummaged through drawers and cabinets to get his pants, pulled them up, fastened his belt, grabbed his gun, and went out.

They quickly found the unconscious researcher behind a cowshed in a corner. Security personnel hurriedly woke him up; he was still somewhat dazed.

"Fxxk! What's going on, Harry? Where's that woman?"

"Woman? What woman?" Old Harry looked completely bewildered by the question, utterly confused.

Before Prien could ask any further questions, they suddenly heard a wailing sound. It seemed to be rapidly approaching from afar.

"What's that noise?!"

Prien's expression changed drastically, and he looked up at the dark sky in the distance with suspicion and uncertainty. He could only see red and green flashing lights, and a black monster was rapidly approaching.

"Boss! It's a Black Hawk helicopter!!"

"Lie down!!"

The security personnel were terrified. Seeing the Black Hawk helicopter swooping down like an eagle catching a chick, they quickly tackled Prien to the ground.

A gust of wind swept through, and a black eagle flew low overhead, stirring up a cloud of yellow sand.

Several people looked up, and the next second they saw the Black Hawk helicopter turn its nose and fly over their heads again. The security personnel also saw the cabin door being pushed open, and several fully armed men carrying rocket launchers aimed at the private planes and vehicles on the ground and pulled the triggers without hesitation.

Whoosh... Bang!

The next second, flames surged, and the private plane and vehicles exploded on the spot. Debris flew everywhere.

Prien was horrified and screamed hysterically, "What is going on? Who is it?! Have I offended some terrorist?!"

Suddenly, a searchlight came down from the Black Hawk helicopter, illuminating the few people on the dim grass. The blinding light made it impossible for them to open their eyes.

"Cough cough..." Along with the coughing sound, the shrill tone of the loudspeaker's tuning horn rang out, and Prian felt that the sound seemed somewhat familiar.

The next second, a furious roar suddenly echoed through the night: "Fxxkyou!! Prien!! Your old friend is saying hello to you! You son of a bitch!!"

Prian was struck dumb, feeling as if he had been hit on the head with a thunderbolt, and he was completely disoriented.

"WTF! Madison!?"

Prien was utterly incredulous. "How did this guy find his way here?! Did someone leak information? Did he betray the organization? That's impossible!!"

"Counterattack!! Counterattack!!" Prien shouted hoarsely, his mind in turmoil.

Just as the security personnel next to them were about to instinctively raise their guns, the Beggar Clan members on the Black Hawk helicopter suddenly pulled out two machine guns and started firing wildly at the land and cowshed next to them.

Flames roared! Wherever the bullets passed, dirt flew and dust rose two meters high.

The cowshed collapsed completely.

This is a 7.62 caliber machine gun that fires hundreds of rounds per minute! And there's also a mini-cannon machine gun with six Gatling guns.

If you hit someone, wouldn't they be covered in bruises and welts?

There was nothing left but blood mist and debris; the person was completely shattered!

The security personnel felt a chill run down their spines and instantly prostrated themselves on the ground, raising their hands and shouting, "We surrender! We surrender!!"

Why risk your life for a few hundred yuan a day?

"Fxxk! You bunch of useless trash! What am I paying you to do?!" Prien cursed, furious at the cowardly performance of his men.

Furious, he picked up the rifle from the ground and aimed it at the Black Hawk overhead, ready to fire. However, perhaps due to his age, his hands and feet were clumsy, and he wasn't very proficient with firearms; his hands trembled like someone with Parkinson's. He mustered his courage to prove himself, but after pulling the bolt and pulling the trigger for a long time, he couldn't fire a single bullet.

Finally, in a fit of anger, he slammed the gun to the ground, stomped his feet, and roared furiously.

Seeing this, the Beggars' Sect disciples turned their guns around and almost shredded him to pieces. He was really lucky; the bullets jammed.

But in reality, he was so flustered that he didn't even bother to open the safety lock.

"Behave yourself!! Prian! You should be glad you didn't fire! Otherwise you would have been torn to pieces by my men by now!!" Madison laughed and mocked him.

When the VIPs at the ranch villa first heard the explosion outside, they thought it was an illusion and wanted to continue playing music and dancing. But they soon heard the sound of helicopter rotors, machine guns, and Madison's loudspeakers, and realized that this was no joke.

The group instantly snapped to their senses, panicked, and descended into chaos. Peering through the window, they caught a fleeting glimpse of xenon headlights and a Black Hawk helicopter.

"No!! Our plane has been destroyed!!"

"How are we supposed to escape? Are they terrorists?"

"There are still a few cars in the garage; we can leave by car. They only have one helicopter!"

"Are you kidding me! That's a Black Hawk helicopter! It's going over 300 kilometers per hour! You'd be blown to pieces before you even got out of there! They also have rockets!!"

"Why are Black Hawk helicopters here? Colonel Frank, perhaps only you can help us!"

Some of the group broke down emotionally, and some were so frightened that their legs went weak and they collapsed to the ground.

The once glamorous celebrities and the strategically astute board of directors are now like mud, filled with fear of the unknown and uncertain of their fate.

Colonel Frank, who had connections within the military region, panicked upon hearing this, completely at a loss. He stammered, "Fxxk! I don't know what happened! My phone is blocked, there's no signal here!! The nearby signal station must have been destroyed. What were those security personnel doing? They should have discovered the problem immediately!"

"What's the point of saying all this now? They've already attacked!!"

"They also have armed escort vehicles!!"

Many people saw the approaching armored trucks through the windows. The fully armed personnel got out of the vehicles, immediately set up their guns, and seemed ready to fire at any moment, completely surrounding the ranch!

Seeing this scene, Madison felt the situation was already settled. He immediately used a loudspeaker to order everyone to assemble in their current, original forms! Otherwise, he would have his men open fire!

"Madison! It's Mr. Madison!" The group of people nervously went out the door, some even squatting on the ground with their bare bottoms and hands on their heads. Some of them recognized the people in the Black Hawk helicopter and started shouting loudly.

Many people immediately thought of his personal feud with Prien.

After all, he lost a son and a whole collection of his possessions. They sank to the bottom of the sea – it was a blood feud!

Although I had thought that the other party would retaliate sooner or later, I never expected it to be in such a crazy way!

The group of people hurriedly began to curry favor with Madison, who was in control, and begged for mercy, completely disregarding their own dignity and pride.

"Mr. Madison! We are all law-abiding citizens, please don't hurt us! We can sit down and discuss this! Whether you want shares, market value, or collectibles, it's all negotiable, there's no need to go this far!"

"Mr. Madison! Do you remember? I even treated you to dinner!" an old man said, on the verge of tears.

"You should have been in your coffin long ago! You bastard! You deserve to die the most. Why don't you just die already?"

Madison, swearing and cursing without giving anyone any face, grabbed a megaphone and began to hurl insults: "Everyone here! You're all sons of bitches! Scum! Gays! Moron addicts! You all deserve to go to hell!"

"You're right! You're absolutely right, Mr. Madison! We're scum! We deserve to go to hell! Even Jesus can't save us!"

The group hurriedly nodded and bowed to admit it, sliding to their knees at lightning speed to take sides and grovel, not daring to utter a word in the face of the truth.

After all, this is the middle of nowhere with no signal, and the other side has made such a big show of things. What if they go crazy and shoot them all dead here? That would be a huge loss for America!

You're over seventy years old, riddled with illnesses. It doesn't matter if you die, but we're still young!

There are still hundreds of millions in the bank account that haven't been spent! That money was all used for socializing and buying longevity drugs from pharmaceutical companies, enough to live to at least ninety!

They were terrified.

Madison went berserk, sparing no one, naming and hurling insults at each and every one of them, revealing all the dirty deeds they had done.

Prian's face turned extremely pale, alternating between ashen and ashen.

Soon, a buzzing sound came again, and a Black Hawk helicopter flew over, with an armed convoy following on the road below.

"Black Hawk helicopters again, and it's their men again..." Everyone present was stunned.

Madison was still hurling insults.

The Grand Master watched this scene with a strange expression. He listened quietly for a while and found that Madison was still cursing, and it seemed like it would never end.

Madison is now so obsessed that he'd yell at even a dog if it walked by; he's completely gone mad!

Realizing that things couldn't continue like this, Zhang Ailun immediately ordered the Beggars' Sect disciples to land the Black Hawk helicopter on the field.

He put on sunglasses, got off the plane, and chewed gum. He beckoned his Beggars' Sect disciples over, took out his camera, and filmed them one by one—it was quite a sight!

This is more artistic than any Picasso painting!

"Sweetheart, come on, face the camera and smile. Why are you looking so sad? Are you unhappy? I saw you were quite happy in front of the camera before, right? Think about happy things, like how the media is going to expose you for participating in a slave auction tomorrow. And the scandal of group sex, isn't that a wonderful thing!" The leader laughed heartily.

Listen to this. Is this even human language?

They're adept at kicking someone when they're down and taking pleasure in their misfortune.

No one recognized him, but he was undoubtedly a troublemaker and a powerful figure. This time, they were completely finished!

"Sir, please don't do this. I'll do anything you ask, please don't hurt me," actress Selena cried.

Zhang Ailun scoffed. He didn't care; it was just crocodile tears.

"Waitress, stand aside and don't get photographed. I'm not paying you for the right to use your image."

The girls who were squatting in the crowd quickly got up and moved to one side.

Some tried to slip through, but were sternly rebuked by the discerning Beggar Clan disciples and kicked back. "You think I won't recognize you? You're trending in the media every day. We'd recognize you even if you were ashes! You like to create hype? Doing charity? This time, we'll let you create enough hype! Hands behind your head!!"

The people present were like wilted eggplants, making a complete fool of themselves, and all of that was captured on camera.

When Madison had finished venting his anger and run out of lines, he reluctantly got off the plane, still muttering curses under his breath.

"What should we do with these guys? Should we interview them one by one?" Madison said.

"Unauthorized interrogation is illegal; that's something the CIA, FBI, police officers, and courts do. We just need to copy the original videotape onto an encrypted floppy disk and share it with our friends. Everyone gets a backup, and they can take a look if they're interested. I don't think they'll want to cause trouble for themselves," Zhang Ailun said with a slight smile to the people present.

Everyone nodded repeatedly, "We would never do anything irrational. As long as you don't hand over the contents of the videotape to the media or the court, we will definitely cooperate with you!"

"That depends on your performance!"