America: Starting with Daily Intelligence

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Chapter 308 The Fruits of Victory

The Beggars' Sect disciples used cameras to film the ugly appearances of these people, admired the figures of female celebrities and models, and then edited the footage to ensure that their own people did not appear in the picture.

Upon hearing the sound of the Black Hawk helicopter, Violet knew the situation was settled. She changed her clothes and hurriedly ran out from the shadows of her hiding place to rejoin the others.

"I'm glad you weren't bullied by them. Where did you go before?" Mouse asked curiously.

"Of course I have my own methods. Don't worry about the rest," Violet said irritably, then walked past him and ran straight to the Grand Master to claim credit.

"Well done." Zhang Ailun nodded and praised, "You can go ask Dave for your reward later."

"Boss, is there no other reward besides the bonus?" Violet asked expectantly.

"What are you thinking? I'm your boss. You want to be a promotion machine, don't you?" Zhang Ailun said irritably.

"It's not impossible," Violet chuckled. The group chatted and laughed, enjoying themselves immensely.

Madison, still trying to show off in front of Prian, approached Colonel Frank. Seeing the old man's distressed expression, he comforted him, "Oh, isn't this Colonel Frank? It's an honor to see you here. Don't worry, someone has already spoken to you beforehand. In order not to affect the military's reputation, we will not release your video."

"Thank you so much, Mr. Madison." Frank was overjoyed to hear this.

"Don't get too excited. I'll hand your video over to the military. They'll decide the pros and cons for themselves. You'd better have thought about how you're going to explain this to your superiors." Madison chuckled.

Colonel Frank sighed helplessly. He realized that the other side was planning to use his dirt on him for a bargaining chip. Wasn't this like escaping from the wolves only to fall into the tiger's den?

The best outcome would be retirement from the military region, while the worst outcome would likely be dying by suicide after being shot 27 times. But there was nothing he could do about it.

Madison then turned around and arrogantly approached the others, greeting them one by one, "Hello, long time no see, Mr. Manson. I hope I didn't scare you. Don't misunderstand, this wasn't intentionally targeted at you, but you suddenly betrayed our organization to join the Prim's camp, so you should have expected this day to come! I said I would get revenge and make him pay for his crimes in blood! But it seems you didn't listen."

The man gave an awkward smile, speechless. He could only stammer, "Could I put on some clothes?"

"No way. Leave it on. I like you looking disheveled right now." Madison gave his lower body a meaningful look, laughed, and turned to walk to the next person.

It's like a victorious general in a prisoner-of-war camp going around greeting everyone, and all those defeated opponents are acquaintances he knows and is quite famous.

"Hey, Chief Justice, what are you doing here instead of trying guilty people in court? Oh, I get it! Are all the girls here guilty? Their only crime is asking you for money, and you gave them too much! Hahahaha!"

"Hello, Victor, I heard Blue Pharmaceuticals is in trouble. Was it you who switched jobs and reported it to the CIA? Well done! You even dragged me into this, making me spend a little more time in the police station. But you probably didn't expect to run into this situation, did you? Don't worry, we're not interested in your pharmaceutical company. After all, I don't like those cheap pills you make; they're for poor people."

Wherever Madison went, he would tease every acquaintance he saw, leaving the group looking dejected. As for celebrities and gangsters, he paid them no heed, because in terms of power and status, they had no right to speak to him, and he was not interested in traffic or hype.

"Madison, what price do you want me to pay for this? To let our feud be over? One hundred million? Or two hundred million?" Prien knelt on the ground, his hands no longer trembling after calming down. Seeing Madison approaching, he took a deep breath. "How about this, I can give you five hundred million dollars in one go to buy out those videos..."

Bang!! Before he could finish speaking, Madison delivered a Russian-style punch to Prien's face. Caught off guard, Prien was stunned by the blow.

He lay on the ground, covering his bleeding mouth and swollen half of his face, staring at Madison in disbelief.

"Fxxkyou! Do you think I'm short of money? Do you think I'd care about your five hundred million dollars? You should have known this day would come when you had my son and my collection targeted!"

Madison, enraged, roared, "You deserve a hundred times harsher punishment than everyone else! Don't worry, I'll make sure you're well taken care of!"

He shook his hand. He hadn't learned any boxing, so his stance and position were entirely subconscious. He punched his opponent but felt like he hadn't gained anything at all; it seemed like he had a fracture himself.

But Madison, who was in a fit of anger, ignored this and went straight to the Grand Master, saying, "I need your potion."

Zhang Ailun immediately gave a wink to the Beggars' Sect disciples, who then took a tightly sealed metal box from the helicopter. Inside, there were several glass tubes of medicine and a syringe.

"This is all high-purity neurotoxin, enough to give an elephant. Don't kill him," Zhang Ailun warned. He was afraid the old man might accidentally kill him, even though he didn't really care whether the other person lived or died.

"Don't worry. I know what I'm doing! Prien, you perverted bastard! You're about to experience even more thrilling pleasure, and Daddy will make you happy!"

Ignoring the other man's shouts and screams, Madison laughed loudly and dragged Prian into the villa with his men. Prian's pleas for mercy and screams could be heard from inside, but soon fell silent.

A dozen minutes later, Madison emerged, pulling up his trousers, his face still bearing an expression of indifference.

"You didn't actually do it to him, did you?"

Zhang Ailun was stunned.

Upon seeing the other party nod, he couldn't help but feel a chill and immediately took a few steps back.

Damn it, you old codger, stay away from me!

To think of such a way to insult your arch-enemy, you really are a genius.

You should get an erection too!

"Your twilight lover is really useful. I gave him a shot, and he's sleeping like a log. I'm planning to take him back to the island, give him a good talking-to, and then negotiate with his children. This guy has at least a billion dollars in private bank accounts around the world, plus a lot of other assets. I can't let him off easily!" Madison said cheerfully. "As for those videos and floppy disks, I'll send them to our friends."

"I'm waiting for your good news."

Zhang Ailun nodded and instructed the Beggars' Sect disciples to find the bus driver, who would then drive the girls home in the same way they had been brought there.

As for the VIPs who came to attend the auction, they were naturally allowed to leave. After all, the sudden disappearance of so many influential people would definitely cause trouble.

But they weren't given any transportation; they were left to figure out their own way home. Whether they sought help from the police or took a taxi, they certainly had their own solutions.

Many people felt as if they had been granted a pardon when they heard that they could leave. They quickly got up, huddled together in twos and threes for warmth, and left Clover Ranch without looking back.

The girls knew they couldn't say much after they got back, or they would definitely get into trouble. They repeatedly assured the Beggar Clan disciples that they would never say anything out of turn, and then boarded the bus and left the ranch.

Seeing that the matter had been resolved, Zhang Ailun greeted Madison and boarded the Black Hawk helicopter. Madison then had his security team drag Prian into a car, and they drove away from the ranch.

The Beggars' Sect disciples cleaned up the battlefield, leaving no unnecessary traces.

"Let's go back." With Zhang Ailun's order, Boketu started the Black Hawk helicopter and headed to Los Angeles.

It was already past midnight when they returned to the Newport Villa. The Black Hawk helicopter landed on the villa's helipad. Zhang Ailun and Violet got off the helicopter and told Boketu and the others to leave. Those who wanted to stay overnight could go to the suites in the rooms to rest.

However, many people chose to go outside to have fun, and Zhang Ailun did not stop them.

Returning to their room on the second floor with Violet, they found that Jennifer and Eileen were still awake, and Olivia was also there. The three of them were eating popcorn and watching TV.

It just so happens that those are American TV series starring female celebrities.

Seeing the glamorous female stars in the movie, and recalling their pathetic state of kneeling on the ground begging, the leader of the gang simply joined them.

Sitting on the sofa with his arms around her, he stayed up all night watching dramas until the early hours of the morning, until Violet suggested giving the leader a massage, at which point he decided to go back to rest.

He successfully got promoted, just as he had hoped.

The next day.

Zhang Ailun woke up from his sleep, stretched, and found the white scenery beside him a bit dazzling.

He checked his phone; the sun was already high in the sky. Colonel Wood had sent him a new message, along with a new inquiry from the Tijuana bidding department.

I clicked on it and took a look.

Colonel Wood: I've received your floppy disk videos. Madison had them airlifted to me overnight. Hahaha, I must say they're quite interesting. I've already copied some of the videos and given them to my colleagues, and they're very satisfied. Frank is definitely doomed!

Zhang Ailun: So what do you think of Selena's skills in bed?

Colonel Wood: I'm more concerned about that basketball star, James. My son loves basketball, and he's obsessed with those Black players. I really don't understand what's so interesting about a game that's all Black. Even soccer is almost becoming a Black game! I should be glad that America doesn't have real soccer. Real men should go to the battlefield and fight the enemy!

Colonel Wood: Those guys couldn't possibly stay silent after they went back last night. I heard Madison received a call from them in the early hours of the morning. But no one dared to threaten him; they were just discussing exchanging some market share and resources for something in return, to ensure those videos wouldn't be leaked.

Zhang Ailun: What did Madison say? And what did the others say?

Colonel Wood: Madison insisted on teaching his arch-enemy a lesson, even paying his security team to systematically beat up Prian, treating him like he was nothing! But apparently, something went wrong? Prian suffered a massive hemorrhage because Madison apparently took him to a zoo and let animals in heat play games with him, and well… tsk tsk tsk. You could say animals are animals.

Zhang Ailun: ...

The Grand Master couldn't understand it, but was deeply shocked.

What kind of modern torture is this?

It has to be you perverts.

Colonel Wood: We don't know yet if Prien is still alive. Madison has contacted his family, but they seem indifferent to their father's fate, fighting over the inheritance overnight. I hear Prien's island is in chaos. In his negotiations with the financial groups, Madison stated that he wanted nothing else but Prien, and after consideration, they decisively abandoned him.

Colonel Wood: Without a doubt, this is a resounding victory for us, and everyone will receive a satisfying spoil. Prien's assets have also been taken over by Madison, who should contact you then to ask what you desire.

Zhang Ailun: I will think it over carefully before making a decision.

They chatted for a few more minutes, then I exited the chat window. I opened the messages from the Tijuana bidding department.

Tijuana's tendering department: We need to order two Black Hawk helicopters! Now!

Thunderbolt Armed Nation: OK.

Zhang Ailun sensed that they seemed to have encountered some trouble. Why were they so eager to order his Black Hawk?

I opened the daily intelligence report and, sure enough, I saw related information and communications.

[Daily News: Your good friend Madison injected her nemesis, Prian, with the neurotoxin "Twilight Lover," subjecting him to inhuman torture and rendering him a demented, vegetative state. After negotiations, the consortium decided to relinquish Prian's assets. His children fought fiercely over the inheritance, with the eldest daughter ultimately gaining ownership of the island and deciding to transfer it to Madison at a very low price. Details: Madison has decided to allocate a portion of Prian's assets to you. You can choose from a private island, villa assets, luxury car assets, private jet, cruise ship assets, or $2 million in cash.]

Without a doubt, this was their victory. Distributing the spoils was only fair.

[Daily Intelligence: A civil war has broken out among the 200 mercenaries on Jehovah Island. Some of the outlaws, wanted for murder, looted the island overnight after losing their shelter, leaving only a few battle-hardened elites to guard the island. If you choose to own a private island, you might consider recruiting them.]

【每日情报：军火机遇网有新的机遇差事活动订单，通用动力造船厂回收了来自海军退役的6艘独立级濒海战斗舰及2艘斯普鲁恩级退役驱逐舰，正在对外出售。独立级濒海战斗舰国际二手市场售价为400万-2000万美元，斯普鲁恩级驱逐舰国际二手市场售价为4000万-2亿美元。】

[Daily Intelligence: Tijuana's tendering department has placed a large arms order with the Thunderfire Nation, deciding to urgently purchase two Black Hawk helicopters. This comes after the daughter and wife of Tijuana's new mayor were kidnapped on their way home from school and their whereabouts remain unknown. An informant reported this incident to the relevant authorities.]

[Details: The White Dove organization accepted a kidnapping order on the dark web. Someone paid $50000 for a 14-year-old girl and a 34-year-old woman. Their true identities are the daughter and wife of Tijuana Mayor Reagan. Debbie and Mrs. Newman were kidnapped by terrorists and taken to a red container (SH585V). They were transported via the MS-5800 Mason Express through the California Gulf to the port area, where they were secretly transported by a dark green Ford F-150 pickup truck (LS-27B-49) to a rendezvous point at an abandoned factory in the eastern suburbs of Los Angeles, where they were handed over to members of a drug cartel. Coordinates: 568.688.22.]

[Daily Intelligence: Your A-10 Warthog attack aircraft, stored in the suburban hangar, has been assembled and will undergo performance testing and debugging this morning. It is expected to be operational by this afternoon.]

[Daily News: Investors in the Prologis Foundation have filed for the acquisition of Blue Ocean Company in the Southern District of Los Angeles. The court has decided to conduct an exceptional auction of the company. If the acquisition is successful, the acquirer will compensate you for your $6000 million debt.]

P.S.: I just realized I forgot to set a timer for the chapter.