American Strategic Deception Bureau

　A commoner girl like Marita Lorenz, who sets her goals for a man so high that they are completely unrealistic and dreams of becoming the First Lady overnight, is more likely to wake up. Just take out the resumes of rulers from all over the world and show her how many of them are unmarried, came to power through non-mainstream means, have no bad habits, and are good-looking... Marita will be disillusioned and become honest.

　——After Firi revealed the truth, Marita realized that after leaving Castro, she would really not have another chance.

　Even if she had not been arrested by the CIA in the winter of the previous year, she would have had to leave the stage of high society and return to the life of an ordinary citizen.

　So, seeing that she couldn't win the argument with Fili on the moral issue, Marita shut up and turned her attention back to the TV show.

　——The show "Fallout" that is currently playing on TV is a spin-off and prequel to "Mad Max". It tells the story of a world-destroying nuclear war that has broken out and the world is about to become a wasteland.

　When the land was in chaos, various warlords and bullies fought each other for resources under the mushroom cloud.

　For example, the vast majority of wealthy people and officials hid in safe shelters on the eve of the nuclear explosion. While listening to the desperate cries outside on the radio, they drank fine wine and sighed, "This is not the end of human history, but a new page in the bloody history of mankind!"

　At the same time, the people who were left outside the shelter were in a state of chaos and misery, with people wailing everywhere.

　Let's not even mention the dead who were reduced to ash and charred in the flash of a nuclear explosion. Even in places not hit by the nuclear explosion, order collapsed and violence was rampant. Thugs were everywhere looting stores and setting houses on fire. Crazed beggars pounced on passing women to satisfy their lust. Mentally ill or high on drugs danced in the streets. Fathers and sons, eager to protect their families, took up arms and engaged in passionate shootouts with gangsters in their own backyards.

　A former military officer, "Immortal Joe," who has occupied an unfinished shelter, leads a group of "Wild Fire Boys" riding Harley motorcycles to plunder houses and shout, "The terrible doomsday is coming. In order to survive, we should prepare food, water, medicine, weapons, and plenty of girls!"

　To protect themselves, a group of tough women gathered together and settled in an oasis in the Mojave Desert. They called themselves the "Amazon Tribe" and used the cactus as their totem, because - "Delicate flowers cannot survive in the wind and sand, only the tenacious cactus can survive the storm of doomsday!"

　In addition, there are the vulture tribes hiding in New York subway stations, scavengers pushing broken carts and picking up trash among the ruins, wasteland pirates based on a 10,000-ton stranded ship, and cultists who grow mushrooms and perform blood sacrifices in hidden caves...

　Together, they create a picture of a radioactive wasteland filled with cruelty, blood, and violence, which perfectly captures the imagination of Americans in the 1950s and 1960s.

　Watching the scene on TV where "Immortal Joe" drove a big truck to crash through roadblocks, led a group of "Wild Fire Boys" to break into communities and farms, killed the men inside, stripped the women, tied them up and threw them into the truck, Marita looked at the handcuffs and shackles on the corner of the bed, and couldn't help feeling sympathetic.

　"God, even at the end of the world, can men still not forget to kill each other and capture women?"

　She turned her head to look at Fili who was hugging her and muttered, while Juanita also raised her head and looked at the host with pure eyes.

　"Uh, isn't that the same formula in movies and TV shows? Women and violence are always the most attractive plot points!

　Since ancient times, survival and reproduction have been the instincts of all living things and the most fundamental essence of human nature."

　As Fili casually played with Marita's body, he commented, "Just like a Stone Age primitive man, if he saw a woman he liked, he would knock her unconscious with a club and drag her into a cave without a second thought. Men in the apocalypse will do similar things."

　"Isn't this too rough? Besides, it's the end of the world, and you men still only think about violating women?" Marita curled her lips.

　"There's nothing we can do. Life's most important things are killing and fucking! Perhaps, it's precisely because it's the end of the world, and men feel their lives are in jeopardy, that they're more eager to find women to reproduce with. After all, the shelter only has canned food, not women..."

　At this point, Fili seemed to have a feeling, as if he had thought of something. Then, for some reason, he suddenly got stuck, his eyes staring blankly ahead.

　After a moment, he excitedly slapped his thigh and suddenly realized something: "Wait! There were no women in the 'Doomsday Survival Kits' we sold before! But how could those wealthy people who hid in the doomsday shelter not have women around them?"

　“Delicate flowers cannot survive the wind and sand, only the tenacious cactus can survive the storm of doomsday!

　A woman who can survive the doomsday cannot be an ordinary socialite or gold digger!

　Eureka! I got it! Marita! You are my lucky star! Now I finally have a way to report this to the police!"

　Fili, beaming, suddenly hugged Marita and kissed her passionately. Then he walked to the desk, took out a pen and paper, turned on the lamp, and said without turning back, "You guys keep watching TV, but turn the volume down. I'll stay up a bit and do some writing..."

　Marita: ???

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　More than an hour later, seeing Fili writing furiously under the desk lamp, the pregnant woman Marita stood up with the help of Juanita, walked curiously to Fili's side, picked up the two written papers, and glanced at them under the light.

　After reading only a few lines, Marita felt a blackout and almost fainted.

　"Doomsday Companion! Shelter Girl! Create a top-notch female slave brand exclusively for the CIA!"

　She looked at Firi in disbelief. "Is the CIA also a human trafficking organization?"

　"Hey, dear, aren't you one of the items being auctioned? It's just that I've stolen it now."

　Fili continued writing and answered without looking up, "Since the establishment of the CIA, human trafficking has been its main source of income! You've been locked up in the dungeon with other slave girls for so long, you can't be unaware of this, right?

　When I was cleaning up old files in my office, I found a

　I’ve already written a draft of your advertising slogan for the auction..."

　"I thought it was just Team Leader Estelline secretly running a human trafficking operation... I didn't realize the entire CIA was trafficking girls!"

　Although she didn't hold her head and scream, "No, this isn't true," Marita, with her worldview completely shattered, couldn't help but become glazed over, her thoughts fuzzy, and she muttered, "Oh my God! The CIA is a state agency after all, how can they get money in such a despicable way?"

　"Well, what's wrong with a little slave trade? Isn't that what people have always done? Even though the Civil War was over almost a hundred years ago, slavery still exists in Mississippi (Mississippi officially abolished slavery in 2013).

　Dear, you don’t think that the CIA is a righteous knight order that slays demons and eliminates evil, or an upright savior, do you?

　Sadly, virtually no intelligence agency in the entire liberal Western bloc is clean! French intelligence agencies even monopolize the global drug market, poisoning delinquent youth worldwide! The CIA has tried several times to seize their narcotics business, but to no avail!

　The British MI6 and the Israeli Mossad have also done many evil things and are not much cleaner than the German SS.

　I believe you must have heard this when you were with Castro, right? In the eyes of people in most countries of the world, we CIA agents are ugly demons crawling out of hell, locusts that devour all beauty and hope.

　Firi said disapprovingly, "We spread war and plague, we create unrest and hunger, we torment the world with crises and famine, we burn farms and pastures into despairing scorched earth, we destroy peaceful nations, and bring nightmares and shackles to distant foreigners!"

　He put down the pen in his hand and looked up at Marita, who looked a little dazed. "I know it may be a little hard for you to accept it now, dear, but you will get used to it eventually. Because this world where the strong prey on the weak is so bloody and cruel.

　Where there is light, there is shadow; where there is greatness, there is sin. Just as the foundation of the Roman Empire was built on the bones of slaves, and the rise of the British Empire required the suffering of Indians, the prosperity and greatness of the United States of America was also forged on the blood and gore of the Old World and Latin America!

　In order to serve the United States' global strategy, the CIA is destined to be a sinister and unscrupulous organization! Our mission is not to maintain peace, but to make the world suffer! From the moment we join the CIA, we are all bad guys.

　It is too luxurious to maintain a sense of justice and morality in this position, and we cannot escape this system.

　So... Marita, come take a look at this marketing plan I wrote for "Shelter Girls." What do you think?

　After hearing what Fili said, Marita looked at Juanita beside her, and couldn't help showing an embarrassed expression of being neither funny nor helpless on her face.

　"Uh, you want me, a trafficked female slave, to give you advice on your slave marketing plan? What's going on in your head?"

　Marita pouted coquettishly and reached out to gently tap Fili's forehead. "Isn't this just like a butcher trying to negotiate with his pig: should it be made into ham? Or sausage?"

　"Whether I make you into ham or sausage, you are already mine!"

　Fili stood up with a smile, put his arm around Marita's waist, and let her sit in his arms. "But you have to think about your fellow prisoners, right? Since they have been locked up in this dungeon, their fate of being sold is inevitable, and no one can change it.

　The only difference is that they will be bought as high-end luxury goods by some of the richest and most powerful people in the world to embellish their palaces and manors, and then they will live leisurely in comfortable rooms, eat delicious food, and even have exclusive servants to serve them.

　Or would they be sold as cheap consumables to an underground brothel in a slum, forced to serve twenty to forty men every day, and be injected or fed all kinds of strange anesthetics, usually dying within three years?

　No matter how you think about it, the higher the price they are sold for, the better their future will usually be, and the bureau will be happy because they make more money! "

　"Well, you may be a moral vacuum, but you do have a point..."

　Marita sighed and reached out to pick up the draft of the plan that Feri had just written. "Hmm, the Doomsday Companion Plan? Providing professional shelter girls to wealthy people? Suggesting that the CIA secretly establish a female slave school in the name of a spy school to increase the added value of the products?"

　After seeing Marita, I thought she was pretty good and was going to try to train her.

　Moreover, there is no need to worry about the CIA reporting your affairs: President Kennedy himself had eleven mistresses!

　Collaboration with the Communists is not a problem. The FBI slanders its superiors every day and spreads rumors that Kennedy's brother is collaborating with the Communists. This is known throughout the country, and the White House has long been annoyed.

　The charge of collaborating with the Communist Party was very scary in the 1950s, but in the 1960s, it was probably similar to saying someone had overseas connections after the reform and opening up.

　By the 1970s, it was still a matter of face if someone was attacked for being a communist.

　Chapter 48: Early Promotion of the Sugar Daddy System

　Miami, Florida, March 1961

　Inside the CIA's Dominican Special Task Force headquarters, a safe house disguised as an advertising agency, Deputy Director Richard Bissell looked up at Fieri standing before him, then down at the report in his hand, his eyes wide open.

　The document spread out before him was the one Captain Ferry King had worked overtime through the night to finish. He had revised it under the guidance of Marita Lorenz and the one-legged proprietress, Ms. Armas, and finally conducted field research. Ferry personally took the plan and ran to the dungeon to consult the individual opinions of the female slaves to be sold. After repeated revisions, he carefully typed out the "Doomsday Companion - Shelter Girl Marketing Plan."

　Faced with this marketing plan, even though Deputy Director Richard Bissell had been in the political arena for decades and had seen all kinds of bizarre and strange things, he couldn't help but feel a little confused for a moment - does this guy really intend to treat the slave trade as an industry and carry out scientific planning?

　Is this going to take America back to the slave trade era of the 19th century?

　Well, when the Pentagon transferred Captain Ferry King to the CIA, the CIA did have the idea of ​​using this WAA's gold medal salesman to boost the agency's mediocre performance in human trafficking.

　But according to the original idea of ​​Deputy Director Bissell and Director Dulles, they just wanted Firi to be a simple introducer, bringing some "high-end customers" or brokers serving "high-end customers" to participate in the underground slave auction organized by the CIA.

　Because the price of selling girls to rich people and the price of selling them to gangs running underground brothels are quite different.

　If a beautiful woman is sold to a wealthy man as a slave, she can easily be sold for tens of thousands of dollars; but if she is sold to an underground brothel controlled by a gang, a girl of the same level may only be sold for a few hundred dollars, or at most one or two thousand dollars.

　(The purchasing power of $10,000 in the 1960s was roughly equivalent to $100,000 half a century later.)

　If given a choice, the CIA would certainly prefer to sell the "surplus goods" in its dungeons and safe houses to the wealthy as gifts.

　Instead of being sold at a low price to underground brothels controlled by slum gangs.

　But the problem is that there are barriers to entry in this seemingly lucrative high-end business - those who engage in this business must at least have extensive connections in the American upper class, and they must be a moral vacuum with a lack of integrity, willing to get involved in this despicable human trafficking for the sake of the bureau.

　To be honest, such people are not easy to find - no matter how much the upper class people spend money in private, they always want to be decent in public.

　There are special middlemen in Hollywood who act as pimps and matchmakers between female stars and wealthy men, but it is ultimately different from human trafficking.

　In the past, the CIA secretly engaged in human trafficking in the country through some low-level pimps, brokers and pimps.

　But these guys have limited skills and generally find it difficult to access the social circles of the upper class. Whether they can sell women to rich men depends entirely on luck.

　After all, it has been almost a hundred years since the end of the Civil War and the abolition of slavery in most parts of the United States. The buying and selling of female slaves can no longer be openly displayed in the market, but can only be done in secret.

　(Although wealthy Americans may not necessarily favor black women, it wasn't just black people who were sold in the American slave market in the 19th century. This was because before the Civil War, the United States adhered to the "one drop of blood rule," meaning anyone with even a tiny bit of black blood in their ancestry was considered black. However, in the 19th century, there was no genetic testing technology, so whether a female slave had even a few tenths of black blood in her was entirely determined by the slave traders' nonsense or fabricated family trees.

　Therefore, in places like New Orleans at that time, blonde, blue-eyed, white-skinned beauties were often sold as slaves.

　Even though they have no physical signs of blackness, they are legally classified as black, so they are black.)

　In the eyes of Deputy Director Bissell and Director Dulles, getting Fieri to do this kind of business would probably require some persuasion and pressure.

　But what Director Bissell didn't expect was that when Firi learned of his "real mission" in the CIA, he did not hesitate or refuse, nor did he reluctantly use his connections to help sell the women piled up in the dungeon at a higher price.

　Instead, Firi not only unceremoniously "tested" two women himself, but also diligently conducted research and wrote a report, as if he were just doing an ordinary business like selling cars or televisions, without realizing that he was committing a crime.

　Hey, does this guy really have no concept of morality and integrity?

　They are even more shameless than the most senior elite spies in the CIA!

　"This, this is your marketing plan? Is it so complicated?" Deputy Director Bissell asked Firi with a sigh.

　“Report to the Director, yes!

　Given that the month-on-month growth in the performance of this department failed to fully meet market expectations, business development is approaching a bottleneck, the implementation of the new ecosystem has encountered a growth fog, the marginal utility of the brand has continued to decline, and fluctuations in supply have caused obvious differences in the matching between the supply side and the market. The speed of potential energy accumulation is still difficult to produce a subversive trend compared to that of competitors, and there is still no paid community with exclusive interpretation rights in this track.

　Therefore, to cope with this new scenario, we need to find new strategies and layout new tracks, focusing on the nuclear apocalypse and shelter culture as the main focus, integrating the CIA's top resources, aligning goals with a large number of potential high-quality customers, and achieving the CIA's breakthrough..."

　Facing the deputy director's question, Firi immediately held his head high, full of confidence, and uttered a series of Internet jargons freely and fluently, his speech was as fluent as flowing water, and he also made suggestions and gave orders.

　Deputy Director Richard Bissell, an old fogey who couldn't even use a computer, was immediately confused and felt a sense of awe.

　He sighed, lowered his head again to read the plan, and then his attention was attracted by two advertising slogans that were specially highlighted in red.

　"The terrible doomsday is approaching. In order to survive, we should prepare food, water, medicine, weapons, and plenty of girls!"

　"Delicate flowers cannot survive the wind and sand, only the tenacious cactus can survive the storm of doomsday!"

　How should I put it? These two slogans really convey the cruelty of a war-torn wasteland—this is what the deputy director, who had personally experienced the world war, thought.

　Deputy Director Bissell was certainly aware of the "nuclear apocalypse and radioactive wasteland" topics that have been making headlines in the United States in recent years, as well as the derived concepts such as doomsday shelters. He was also aware that the WAA took the opportunity to sell a large number of surplus war supplies.

　However, he had always believed that the CIA had nothing to do with this doomsday stockpiling craze and could only look at the booming WAA business with envy.

　But it was not until today when he read Fieri's plan that Deputy Director Bissell suddenly realized that the guy who had ruined his plans before was indeed worthy of being called the Pentagon's gold medal salesman. He actually discovered the blind spot that no one else noticed!

　——In addition to stockpiling canned food, drinking water, water purifiers, fuel, medicine, bullets and guns, there must be women in the underground shelter!

　This is also the most urgent need!

　Well, that makes sense when you think about it! Survival and reproduction are the instincts of all living things. Even if a nuclear war breaks out and the world becomes a radioactive wasteland, those wealthy people who have prepared in advance and hidden in shelters will definitely still want a beautiful woman to spend the rest of their lives with them, and even reproduce with them.

　This requires preparing a group of girls who have the ability to survive the doomsday, are healthy and strong, and have good fertility.

　You can't wait until the nuclear apocalypse to snatch a woman, right? What if it's too late, or you're unlucky and can't get her?

　Although, as top wealthy people who can afford underground shelters, these rich guys must be surrounded by women.

　But most of their wives are in political marriages, and they may not have any feelings for each other. They may even be having separate affairs, so it is hard to say whether they are willing to be brought into the shelter at that time.

　As for their mistresses or girlfriends, they are usually those who are keen on enjoyment, greedy for wealth and indulge in life. Even if they dress up beautifully, their bodies may not be very healthy. They may suffer from chronic diseases like the Lady of the Camellias, and may even be addicted to drugs.

　A mistress who only has beautiful looks like a flower is naturally fine in normal times, but in the harsh world of nuclear apocalypse, she will become a burden to survival - as the saying goes: "Delicate flowers cannot survive in the wind and sand, only the tenacious cactus can withstand the storm of doomsday!"

　Moreover, some playboys are very fickle and change girlfriends very frequently (for example, one of their girlfriends will always be 25-year-old Leonardo DiCaprio). It can be seen that they are just greedy for their flesh and blood, and there may not be many emotional factors involved, and they may not necessarily understand the other person's true face.

　What if the other person is secretly addicted to alcohol and drugs, is fond of violence, or has a sex addiction and likes to sleep with many men...what should I do?

　Bringing a woman like this into the shelter is like bringing ten huskies to destroy your house! It's a life-threatening game!

　Instead of doing that, it would be better to buy a reliable woman to control her. As a living decoration in the shelter, in case of emergency!

　Of course, the CIA is by no means the only force capable of trafficking human beings in the US market today - quite the contrary, the CIA's share of this market is very small. It is mainly the various gangs that are selling the women they have abducted, with the Immigration Bureau and the FBI supplying them behind the scenes.

　But the problem is that the young girls that gangs can abduct are either bad girls who smoke, drink, and take drugs, have slept with many men at a young age, and may even be infected with sexual diseases; or they are rebellious and disobedient runaway girls.