America: Starting with Daily Intelligence

Chapter 371 Sanction Targets

"Received." Mouse sat in the Highlander and watched from the camera footage as Old Jack entered the mansion. The security team responsible for patrolling returned to their patrol area after their shift change, and the two passed each other by perfectly.

He immediately informed the pest control team on the other side, "Old Jack has entered the villa. With my command and cooperation, we should be able to take care of the target soon. You need to find an opportunity to go to the airstrip and install explosives on the aircraft as soon as possible."

"Understood." Zorro and Violet received the message and responded immediately.

The former adopted the attitude expected of a pest control worker, carrying a sprayer, wearing a mask and disinfectant gloves, and began spraying pesticides along the way, while the latter cooperated and began to move closer to the apron.

They inevitably ran into the security team on patrol, but the team had already received the news and didn't say much when they saw the two of them. Instead, they greeted Violet with great interest.

"Working overtime so late, you guys are really hardworking."

"Hey beautiful, what's your name? Can I get your contact information? If you have any special offers or promotions in the future, feel free to contact me."

Zorro replied irritably, "Aren't you guys working overtime too? Go patrol other places. This place is very safe, we don't need you at all. If I were your boss, and I saw you guys being so unprofessional during work hours, flirting with girls, I would definitely deduct your wages."

"Of course you can add my contact information, but my fees are very high." Compared to the hot-tempered pest control worker Zorro, Violet displayed the attitude of a prostitute, full of enthusiasm for potential customers and even giving them a few flirty winks.

This was also very helpful to the security team, who rushed to add her as a friend on social media, even though they were all fake accounts.

However, they didn't rush to recruit people to do things during working hours; they simply agreed to go out for breakfast after get off work when they had time.

"Of course! If I still have the energy after get off work, I can come to your home to do services. Perhaps you can also schedule a meeting with me on Saturday or Sunday, when I have plenty of time!" After saying that, Violet waved her hand and followed Zorro to work elsewhere.

The security team watched the two leave, commenting on her hot figure. Some even opened her chat account and were quite taken aback by the revealing photos she posted online.

"I'm getting more and more excited about what happens after get off work. God, why is it just the start of the workday and not already time to leave?!"

"I hope you don't get home so tired you collapse and fall asleep immediately. Aren't you on a date with that girl at the town bar?"

"She's definitely not short of food and drink right now. She's probably drinking and chatting with some Black traveler from out of town, and something might happen between them. To be honest, I don't consider her my girlfriend. You know, we're just friends who are interested in each other."

"I understand, of course I understand. If you don't mind, could you give me her contact information? Don't worry, I'll definitely be a good friend to her."

The group chatted and joked around, but someone noticed that the pest control service's work area was a bit off-target. They immediately asked in bewilderment, "Didn't you guys notice that the place they went to is strange? It looks like an airplane parking area."

"Why are you so concerned? Maybe there's been a change in the work area. Don't worry, with Old Monte on guard duty there, we don't need to worry about the plane. The boss needs to travel tomorrow morning, so he must have had the aircraft prepared the night before."

The others seemed indifferent, since it wasn't their responsibility. They were only responsible for patrolling the existing routes in the courtyard, and they were sent by different security companies. The front yard and the back yard had different security teams, so if something happened, the other party would be punished, not themselves.

Anyway, everyone is here to work, so if they can slack off, they definitely won't take it too seriously.

It's good to earn overtime pay, but even if you work diligently and stand at attention until your neck hurts, your boss and company won't give you an extra bonus.

The group chatted and laughed as they continued their patrol and stroll through the next area.

Seeing that the pest control team had begun their operation, Mouse contacted Old Jack on the other side, switching the view to the interior of the mansion. "Old Jack, where are you now? Are you alright?"

"Of course I'm fine. As soon as I came in, I took advantage of the fact that no one was looking and ran to the dressing room in the attic." Old Jack had just climbed out the window and run into the mansion when he heard footsteps passing by next door. He obediently hid in the dressing room without making a sound.

He took out the Twilight Lover potion and an anesthetic from his backpack.

Seeing this, the mouse also advised, "There's a camera at the end of the corridor to your right, but don't worry, I've already taken care of it. However, I'm not sure about the whereabouts of the maids and waiters inside, but they're currently having a meeting in the lobby and will appear on the camera. The target is in the lounge on the third floor. He's probably playing games with his lover right now, and he might need water or a change of clothes later."

"Don't worry, I've already figured out how to deal with them." Old Jack picked out a few clothes that matched his expertise, changed into a bartender's outfit, put on a hat and mask, and walked out the door.

The interior of the mansion was undoubtedly luxurious, and the decor was like a maze. Even with his years of experience working in the interior, Old Jack almost got lost.

After much difficulty, guided by the mouse, I finally made it to the second floor via the stairs, only to hear the sound of high heels.

He could only hurriedly push open the door of the cubicle and hide inside. Only after the footsteps outside had left did he open the door again to take a peek.

Old Jack asked in a low voice, "Didn't you say there was no one on the second floor? Who are they?"

"She's the target's lover. Okay, there aren't many cameras on the second floor, so I can't keep track of their movements. They're moving faster than I expected. She probably came down from the third floor to get desserts and pastries from the first floor. The target should be alone in a lounge on the third floor right now. If you go there now, you can definitely succeed easily! The security personnel are all outside. Unless there are special circumstances, they are not allowed to enter the building."

The mouse replied, "To take the elevator to the third floor, you need an ID card. There are no stairs inside; you'll need to find a universal ID card in the storage room. According to my information, this card is in the supervisor's lounge, in room 206."

"Okay! Leave the rest to me! But your skills are still a bit lacking compared to the robot. Can't you confirm the number of targets through cell phone signals? Or crack electronic devices?"

Old Jack muttered a complaint, then pushed open the door and rushed out. He confirmed that there were probably no people on the second floor, and the third floor was likely only occupied by the target or his lovers, posing no threat.

He then swaggered off to find the lounges one by one, easily locating room 206. Finding the door unlocked, he pushed it open and entered. The room was pitch black, and the light switch was unresponsive; it seemed the power was out, requiring an ID card to restore power.

However, Old Jack didn't need to turn on the lights. He simply took out a flashlight and started rummaging through drawers and cabinets. A few minutes later, he found the supervisor's ID card. "I've got it."

"Well done." Mouse praised, "This kind of thing really needs you to handle! Actually, I've already used cell phone signals to locate people, but there are many overlapping signal sources in the mansion. Cell phone location is only suitable for locating people over long distances. For close distances, we still need to check each signal individually. Besides, hacking technology isn't omnipotent. Deciphering electronic devices takes time and is very risky. Using an ID card is much easier than cracking the elevator, and it also makes it easier for you to escape later."

Old Jack expressed his understanding, but couldn't help complaining, "Is this an assassination or a theft? No wonder you let me in here to do this kind of thing."

"There's no other way. If it were a regular target, appearing on the street or in a company, Zorro and his team could take care of it quickly. But this is their home, and Zorro isn't familiar with the situation there, unlike you who have experience in this area."

Mouse readily acknowledged Zorro's shortcomings, and then praised Old Jack's extensive experience, noting that he had worked on many large projects, something few could match.

"Can I take that as you saying I have plenty of experience stealing chickens and dogs in mansions?" Old Jack scoffed, but since he already had the identity card, he was too lazy to say anything more. He simply took the card, went out to the elevator on the second floor, swiped the card, and took the elevator up to the third floor.

With a beep, the elevator doors opened, and he arrived smoothly on the third floor of the mansion.

He had just reached the third floor and was about to start checking the location of each target when he saw the door of a room being pushed open. A middle-aged man in pajamas came out. Old Jack immediately hid against the wall, and thankfully, he was not discovered.

The man, oblivious to what was happening, turned and walked away. Old Jack peered at him, confirming his retreating figure several times, and said, "Target confirmed."

"Then things become very simple: follow him and take him out!" The mouse's tone became excited.

"Don't worry, leave it to me, I'm a professional too." Old Jack said and followed after him.

She followed the man all the way to the end of the corridor on the third floor and watched him knock on the door.

Soon the door opened, and a well-dressed woman came out, warmly embracing the man. The two then began a passionate French kiss that lasted for more than a minute right at the doorway.

Old Jack was immediately annoyed. "Just how many mistresses does this guy keep in his mansion? Didn't they just break up?"

The mouse seemed speechless, pondering, "Who knows what rich people are thinking? Do you even know what that woman looks like?"

"I don't recognize her. I don't care about this kind of thing, but she looks familiar. Maybe she's a female celebrity or model who often takes photos of men," Old Jack said in a low voice.

Soon the man and his lover finished their passionate kiss at the door and exchanged a few whispered words. Old Jack thought they were going to go into the room, but to his surprise, the man immediately started touching the woman and pinning her against the wall.

"WTF?" Old Jack witnessed this scene and couldn't help but mutter under his breath, "This guy is like an animal, rushing off right at the door. I guarantee he's on drugs."

Listening to the English tutoring class announcements coming from the channel, Mouse was speechless. "Why don't you find somewhere else to wait a while? Or just take action?"

"Just do it! I can't take it anymore, this guy is never going to stop. But before I do it, I'm going to record a two-minute video and send it to your boss so he understands how tough things are for us." Old Jack said indignantly. No sooner had he finished speaking than he excitedly took out his phone and crouched around the corner to record a video.

The male and female leads, pressed against the wall, didn't notice this scene and continued to improvise at the entrance of the corridor.

In less than a minute, the man shuddered.

"..." Old Jack's lips twitched. He hadn't expected the other party to be so fast; he was practically a Western quick-draw gun.

He muttered under his breath, "Useless."

He put away his phone, took out the Twilight Lover potion, filled it into a syringe, and prepared to use it.

"That's it?" Mouse was also quite surprised. Sitting in the car, the scene switched to the first floor, where the night shift employees in the mansion were still having a meeting and grabbing a late-night snack.

After the man finished, he put his arm around the woman and prepared to go into the room to tidy up. The woman couldn't help but complain about him, and the man could only make up other excuses to deal with it. Just as the two opened the door to go in, Old Jack suddenly made a move.

The syringe was aimed at the man's buttocks, and the needle shot out, sticking directly into it.

"Ouch!!" The man couldn't help but groan, clutching his buttocks and collapsing to the ground.

"Darling, what's wrong?" The woman was very surprised to see this, noticing that the man's face was unusually flushed.

Without saying a word, old Jack picked up the syringe, pulled the trigger, and gave her a shot as well.

The woman, with a needle stuck in her chest, turned her head and saw Old Jack appear in the corridor. She looked terrified, and within two seconds, she felt dizzy and collapsed to the ground.

Old Jack immediately came over to check on the two men, confirming they were unconscious. He then notified Mouse, "Done. This kind of job is pretty easy, anyone can do it!"

"Clean up the scene properly," the mouse reminded. "Don't leave any traces."

"Don't worry, I'm a professional." Old Jack said and started to get to work. He pushed open the door, carried the two men into the house, threw them onto the bed, and thoughtfully covered them with blankets.

"The target is sleeping peacefully."

Old Jack cleaned up the battlefield and looked at the two men, whose breathing was steady. No one could tell that something was wrong. He immediately went out, carried his bag, and took the elevator downstairs.

The mouse also pointed out an escape route for him: "There are too many people on the first floor. If you go down there, you will definitely be discovered. The security team is still patrolling. However, you can jump out of the second-floor balcony window and run over the wall to get out."

"Okay." Old Jack found the balcony, quickly climbed out the second-floor window, and jumped down.

After landing and adjusting, he quickly ran to the other side, climbed onto the lawn over the wall, and scurried away like a mad dog.

"All done!!" Old Jack climbed over the wall, a little out of breath, and gave a hand signal to Old Cannon in the tree next door. The two of them began to regroup.

(End of this chapter)