American Strategic Deception Bureau

　At the beginning of the 20th century, as the imperialist powers competed for hegemony, no one could completely treat America as a backyard. Although Argentina did not have much industry, it was once quite wealthy simply because of its beef, minerals and agricultural products, as well as its vast territory, sparse population and fertile land.

　Many older popular science books also consider Argentina, a resource-rich country with underdeveloped industry, to be one of the developed countries.

　Why? Because Argentines were the least mixed-race people in South America, had the whitest skin, and held a high position in the world system at the time.

　This allows Argentines to enjoy the Kshatriya treatment of the "world caste system" and keep the vast majority of the profits from selling resources for themselves.

　Unlike other colonial or semi-colonial protectorates, which either had to hand over 90% of the profits from selling resources to the mother country, or could only sell their resources at a 10% discount. Even if agricultural products, minerals and other natural resources sold well, the profits went to the European powers, and the indigenous people received almost no benefits.

　However, after the end of World War II and the United States became the world hegemon, the English-speaking Anglo-Saxon people completely became the sole masters of the capitalist world, while the rest of the old European countries all fell and no longer occupied the top position.

　Therefore, Spanish-speaking Argentines, no matter how white their skin is, are automatically downgraded in this new world system.

　To put it in an analogy, it is equivalent to being demoted from a Kshatriya to a Vaishya under the Indian caste system.

　Coupled with the subsequent mismanagement of successive Argentine governments, Argentina went from being a once-powerful "pseudo-developed country" to being "indistinguishable" among South American countries in just a few decades, and eventually became the failed country in "Don't Cry Argentina".

　——This is certainly due to Argentina’s own problems, but it is also inseparable from the decline of Argentina’s “status in the world” after World War II.

　However, Argentina lacks the pressure of survival and has been pampered for a long time, which has led to the degeneration of its sense of crisis and neglect of changes in the world. Under the influence of the long-term closed-loop winning theory, Argentines have long forgotten how their affluent life came about, and have never thought of surrendering and paying tribute to the new world leader.

　As a result, by the 21st century, when the madman Mile took over Argentina's mess, the country had already become a typical failed state!

　In contrast, Australians are very clear about how they came to be a developed country.

　They saw themselves as the isolated outpost and bridgehead of white English civilization in the "barbaric world of Asia", similar to the "Western Regions Protectorate" of the Central Plains dynasties in ancient China.

　In order to survive and develop far away from home and surrounded by foreigners, Australia must rely on the hegemony of its motherland.

　Therefore, when it comes to international issues of confronting and suppressing "barbarians", even if it has nothing to do with itself, Australia has been very active.

　During the war, Australian and New Zealand troops repeatedly went on overseas expeditions, sacrificing their lives and blood for the world hegemony of the Anglo-Saxon nation.

　In peacetime, Australian kangaroo diplomats also fight on the international stage, even at the expense of their own national interests, to maintain US hegemony.

　Australia is often the most active country to follow any social changes in the United States.

　In this way, facing such a loyal Australia, the American boss will naturally give it more preferential treatment and share any good things with it!

　This naturally includes the "magic items" that I collected with great difficulty and the "tiefling" that I picked up with great luck...

　Author's Note: PS: The "entry theory" has been disproven to some extent. After the entry into the confederation, international forces continued to oppose it, even if they fabricated the facts. The reality is the "win theory" that closes its eyes to the facts. The only way to awaken them is to use fists, but that's exhausting.

　Chapter 639: After the Space Fever comes the Extraordinary Fever

　Half a month later, San Fernando Valley, Refuge Villa, Underground Palace

　Although it was the hottest summer day outside, the scorching sun made people dizzy.

　The bare rocks were roasted like teppanyaki, and an egg cracked on them would sizzle and become fragrant.

　But in the basement of Firi's home, the temperature is always maintained at a constant 30 degrees Celsius, giving people a very comfortable feeling.

　Although it was a basement, the floor was covered with a soft rabbit fur carpet that made one want to roll around on it, and light pink, light gold, light green, and light blue tulle curtains hung around it, making this enclosed underground space seem less stuffy.

　The air was filled with the faint fragrance of flowers and plants, and of course the girls' charming body fragrance.

　Catherine, the new slave girl who had just recovered her limbs, was lying in the corner with sweat all over her body, hugging Adriana and kissing her, enjoying the afterglow of another intense lovemaking. The four breasts on their chests were pressed together, and the slightly flattened appearance made people almost blood boil.

　——In order to make the newly recruited beautiful slaves abandon their unnecessary sense of shame as soon as possible, quickly become lesbian, and adapt to the happy life in this nude harem, Catherine has been fucked day and night by the other female slaves almost every day in recent days, from dawn to dusk, and then from night to dawn.

　Red-haired Marita held Monica in her arms as they sat in front of the TV, wearing headphones and watching a soap opera. The sight of a mature mother and her delicate young daughter, naked and pressed against each other, the visible difference in size alone, created a profoundly perverse feeling.

　Considering that Marita, the legal wife, is now pregnant with her second child...it seems even more immoral, doesn't it?

　Alena held her newborn daughter, a few months old, breastfeeding her with a loving expression and humming a Latin American nursery rhyme. Next to her sat Kate, whose belly was as big as a drum and who was about to give birth, and she was sharing her experiences on childbirth and parenting with Alena.

　The expressions of the two seemed to be filled with happiness and joy, but there was also a hint of charm.

　Zhao Qiuniang and Juanita, who are equally petite and lovely, are flipping through a book side by side, whispering in each other's ears from time to time, or reaching out to touch each other's naked bodies, patting and biting each other like cats playing to show their affection. The scene is infinitely charming.

　Camilla and Isabelle lay on either side of Phili, their eyes closed, enjoying their afternoon nap. Their bodies smelled so good after taking a bath that Phili couldn't help but reach out and touch them, causing the two half-awake and half-asleep naked beauties to let out extremely sugary moans.

　"I've been living naked in the basement for ten years now, and it feels like nothing's changed..."

　Feeling the softness and warmth of the plump female body, Fili muttered softly, then glanced at the newspaper spread out in front of him, "But the world outside has changed so much that it's almost unrecognizable!"

　——On the front page of the newspaper in front of him was a huge photo of the Sydney Opera House, and the headline read: "Global Shock: Declassified American Paranormal Files Make Their First Overseas Debut! Sydney Sets Off a 'World Truth' Exhibition Viewing Boom"!

　[Sydney Exclusive]: On Tuesday morning, a line stretched for two kilometers in front of the Sydney Paranormal Exhibition Park in Australia. People braved the Southern Hemisphere's winter winds to wait for admission, just to see the numerous paranormal files and artifacts released by the US government that day.

　According to a special declassification order from the White House, this batch of documents includes original footage of the 1947 Roswell incident, the wreckage of the UFO at Area 51, last year's investigation report on the "time travel" of the UFO at Stonehenge in the UK and the HMS Leander on the Thames, as well as detailed introductions and physical evidence of numerous "alternative world travel incidents" that occurred in Las Vegas, Phoenix, Kansas City and other places in the United States in the past year.

　In the glass cabinets of the exhibition area, there are pottery, bone tools, wood tools, ivory carvings and jewelry that are suspected to come from many different worlds, as well as skeletons and furs of creatures from other worlds.

　The world's "super high-tech products" and more than 30 survivors who have returned from another world will tell visitors about their wonderful adventures in the other world and the future world, as well as the videos and photos they took during their adventures.

　The demonstrations of the use of various real magic items and the display of high-tech prostheses made all the visitors exclaim in admiration and felt that their horizons were broadened.

　Through the 24-hour documentary broadcast in the exhibition hall, visitors can not only appreciate the exotic scenery of the fantasy world, the wonders of magic and miracles, but also experience the "cyberpunk" science fiction future of the 21st century, understand the changes in the world situation in the next 100 years, and feel the advancement, development and cruelty of the future new world, as well as the rise and fall of countries and nations.

　The most anticipated exhibit, "Close Encounters of the Third Kind," requires a separate reservation. Visitors can witness and experience up close a tiefling half-demon with succubus blood. The charisma she exudes is enough to captivate most men, even reshaping their perceptions. Visitors are even required to wear a spiritual amulet to prevent themselves from losing control and becoming a captive and enslaved by the half-succubus.

　Despite the high price of AUD 250 per person, tickets for the first week sold out within a day. Local university student Claire started queuing at 4 a.m., saying, "My grandma has been telling me fairy tales about witches and wizards since I was a child, and now I have to see the truth with my own eyes."

　There were also tourists from Japan who said they had taken time off specifically to see "The Wonderful Mysteries of the Other World" and took photos in front of each display case.

　According to customs statistics, tourists from 27 countries have flown to Sydney specifically for the exhibition, and the occupancy rate of surrounding hotels has reached 97%.

　Faced with the Australian public's enthusiasm for paranormal events, most people from all walks of life are optimistic about it, welcoming and delighting the fact that these legends, once hidden in the archives, are now part of everyday life. However, some scholars are concerned, believing that humans should not open Pandora's box without permission and cannot ignore the risks of misusing supernatural powers...

　"Well, just like the 'space fever' that swept the world in the 1960s, triggered by Gagarin's space flight and the Apollo moon landing, now in the 1970s, a 'supernatural fever' is crossing the Iron Curtain and spreading around the world."

　Reading the newspapers' glowing praise for Sydney's "World Truth" paranormal exhibition and the Australian kangaroos following the American "paranormal craze," Fieri couldn't help but stroke his chin and mutter thoughtfully, "Being the mastermind behind this, I feel a little embarrassed!"

　——In addition to the public information in the newspapers, as far as he knew, there was even a financial company in Sydney that launched a "ticket loan", ostensibly to allow poor students and moonlighters with little savings to buy expensive exhibition tickets with low-interest installments.

　But in fact, the apparently low interest rate of "ticket loan" is just a cover. In fact, it is an extremely hidden compound debt model that includes dynamic interest rates, hidden fees, compound interest calculations and early repayment penalties.

　If you borrow $250 this way, you will have to pay back at least $1500 over three years.

　Of course, if the Australian dollar depreciates fast enough in the next few years, perhaps the loss will not be too big, or even a profit?

　Hearing Fili's words, Juanita and Zhao Qiuniang, who were originally reading side by side, also looked up at Fili and said with a smile, "Master, are you comparing yourself to Gagarin, the first human astronaut, and the Apollo 11 moon landing team?"

　"Why not? Don't forget, we filmed the Apollo moon landing in this basement using special effects."

　Fili said without shame, "And the current 'paranormal fever' also originated from this underground shelter! Well, since Australians are so keen on supernatural powers, I should give something back - we can't let all supernatural events only happen in Europe and the United States..."

　He forced his wife and children to live in a basically isolated prison life in the world and moved them to an extra-large nudist camp a few kilometers away: the town of Eden.

　He had already built a small four-story apartment building in the town as the future home for this "naked family."

　On the first floor of the apartment is an aromatherapy shop owned by Marita, and the other female slaves are theoretically her employees.

　Of course, in reality, they were still supported by Fili, so it didn't matter whether the store was profitable or not. It was just to give the slave girls something to do in their spare time, and to have a job in public so that they could explain it to their children in the future.

　The fourth floor is the luxurious suite where Fili lives. The second and third floors are divided into ten small apartments, one for each female slave.

　However, in the first few years of living there, everyone will probably still live together in a bare apartment, and their respective small apartments are just for show.

　Moreover, because the apartment is located in the permanent nudist camp of Eden Town, the women can continue to live naked, even go shopping with their bare bottoms, and interact with other nudist neighbors, thus avoiding the communication barriers caused by long-term confinement.

　——Although he was terrible as a husband, as a master, Ferry could be described as very gentle and loving.

　In addition, the Pasadena offices of the Strategic Deception Bureau, which Fieri previously headed, were tragically destroyed by fire. Today, the office remains a scorched earth and rubble, leaving the Strategic Deception Bureau without a place to work shortly after it opened.

　To this end, Firi bought a bankrupt, rusty two-story motel on the roadside at the entrance of the town of Eden, and then renovated it into an office building. He then hung up the eagle emblem representing the federal department and moved the Strategic Deception Bureau in.

　Of course, Fieri wasn't so charitable as to donate his privately purchased house to the nation. Instead, he rented the dilapidated building to the Strategic Deception Bureau, receiving annual rent from the government. In Europe and the United States, it's common for governments to rent office space; even some police departments and the IRS rent their offices. However, these leases are often very long, like the 114-year lease on the Empire State Building in New York.

　The Dark Sun Cult, which worships the Prince of Lies, Cyric, has spent $18 billion to buy 70% of the real estate in the town of Eden, using it as a gathering place for believers and a sanctuary for the church. The witch Zoe, who contributed the most, has been elected as the Dark Sun Archbishop of the San Fernando Valley.

　Under these circumstances, Fili moving his harem into Eden Town would also facilitate closer supervision and management of the Dark Sun Cult, allowing him to "balance his life and work" and "grasp both work and activism, and do both well"...

　-

　"Hey! Whoosh!"

　Although it was already past four in the afternoon, the top-floor suite, which had been exposed to the scorching summer sun all day, was still as hot as an oven.

　The August heat wave fermented in the living room and bedroom, and the air was so sticky that it could be pulled out of threads.

　Through the dusty floor-to-ceiling windows, you can see the town's streetscape distorted by the heat wave.

　Juanita swung her slender legs and rode on Alena's shoulders in a shoulder-carriage style, raising her hands high and struggling to hang a bathing-themed oil painting of the hostess Marita high on the wall of the fourth-floor bedroom, close to the ceiling.

　"Ah, finally everything is hung up. It's so hot!"

　Juanita reached up and wiped the sweat from her forehead. A large bead of sweat slid down her collarbone, leaving streaks on her skin. But looking around at the pictures and picture frames hanging on the walls, and the freshly cleaned wallpaper and ceiling, she still felt a sense of accomplishment.

　"If you're feeling hot, then get off quickly! You've made my shoulders all wet! It smells fishy!"

　Alena, riding on Juanita's back, could feel Juanita's sweat dripping down her spine and onto her shoulders. "You're just too wet! You're sweating like a flood! I almost thought you were peeing on my head!"

　"Okay, I'll get down right away! Seriously, it's not like I haven't peed on your face before, why are you so shy?"

　As Juanita spoke, she jumped down from Alena's shoulders, touched her skin which was covered with sweat and dust, and laughed and teased her - when these female slaves comforted each other and had group sex in various ways, it was common for them to suffer from urinary incontinence.

　"Hehe, you rude bad boy, wait and see how I'll teach you a lesson next time!"

　Alena said angrily, sweat running down her wheat-colored skin, and the sunlight made the texture of her muscles and her graceful curves shine.

　As they teased each other, the other girls were busy, sweeping the dust from the rooms, corridors, and first-floor shops with brooms, mops, buckets, and vacuum cleaners, trying to quickly clean up the luxurious suites on the fourth floor. Although each of them was completely naked, their slender bodies were openly exposed, but they all had their long hair tied up and wrapped in towels to protect their lush locks.

　However, as time went by, their headscarves were inevitably soaked by sweat and stained with more dust. The thick hair under the headscarves was also stuck into strands by sweat, and finally stuck to their heads in a sticky mess, making them feel indescribable discomfort.

　My eyes also felt stingy from the salt water mixed with dust.

　As for their bodies, they were covered with a layer of sticky sweat, and hot air seemed to be flowing from their necks to their crotches.

　"What the hell, how long has it been since this place was cleaned? Why are there so many cobwebs?"

　Catherine stood on tiptoe to wipe the dusty crystal chandelier, tugging at her sweat-soaked headscarf and cursing at the thick dust on her fingertips. Layers of spider webs woven like lace between the cut crystal pendants of the chandelier emitted a choking gray mist at the slightest touch.

　Sweat poured out from every pore of her body like a fountain, leaving a trail of wet footprints on the floor with her bare feet.

　"Stop complaining and get to work! We still have to sleep here tonight!"

　Isabelle turned around and said, she was scrubbing the marble wall panels vigorously, her body covered with wall dust, "Before dinner, we must at least clean up the living room, kitchen and master bedroom. Otherwise, we will have to sleep on the dusty and dirty carpet! Ahem!"

　"You should take a break, drink some Coke, and cool down! We've sweated so much today that we could fill half a bathtub."

　Camilla smiled and poked Isabelle's waist with a feather duster, sending the dust dancing disco-style in the summer light. She then pulled a bottle of iced Coke from the refrigerator and held it against Isabelle's collarbone to cool her down. Meanwhile, Camilla opened another iced Coke of her own and gulped it down. After each sip, she let out a hearty burp filled with carbon dioxide.

　"At worst, I can just turn on the lights at night and continue cleaning. Maybe it will be a little cooler!"

　In short, when the setting sun dyed the crystal chandelier into a honey color, they finally hummed and finished wiping the last mirror. Then, looking at the bright and clean room, the big bed with new bedding, and the cabinets filled with various daily necessities, they all smiled with relief.

　But when they looked down at the puddles of water and black footprints on the floor, the girls' expressions became embarrassed again.

　At this moment, the door of the suite was pushed open from the outside, and a strong aroma of baking cheese, onion and wheat flour suddenly hit me in the face.

　"Girls, Fili and I brought you some pizza! Stop what you're doing and eat first!"

　Marita said this as she walked into the room carrying a stack of pizza boxes.

　This is also something that "Invisible Servant" can often do.

　After all, this was just an invisible servant summoned by a first-level spell, and it was incapable of performing any tasks requiring intelligence or fine manipulation.

　Therefore, this spell should only be used to clean empty rooms without fragile decorations, or to clean up some rough household items that are resistant to being smashed, knocked, or splashed. Otherwise, letting the "Invisible Servant" clean up the secondary damage caused by modern appliances and expensive works of art will definitely make you miserable.

　"Ah, isn't this just adding to the chaos? Forget it, I'll just take the girls and continue the hard work tomorrow to clean up the third floor as well!"

　Marita, who was sitting nearby washing her butt, sighed and muttered, "There's a night market in town tonight. Anyone want to go out for a stroll?"

　"Night market? It sounds interesting, but unfortunately I can't walk any further. I'll just take in the night view from upstairs."

　Alena, who was so tired that she could hardly open her eyes, slumped on the tile floor with her back against the wall and muttered.

　In short, after taking a quick cold shower, the girls pushed the door open and walked out, overlooking the night view outside from the rooftop on the fourth floor.

　Then, as soon as they walked out of the room, they were blown in the evening breeze, which made them shiver and even almost get goose bumps.

　Even though it was midsummer, the night wind still carried a hint of chill. It was as if an invisible hand was caressing their exposed skin, causing these girls, fresh out of the bathroom and soaking wet, to hug each other's arms and cuddle.

　After a moment, they adjusted to the outside temperature and began to cautiously approach the balcony's railing, tossing their dripping hair into the night sky. Looking down from the fourth floor, the brightly lit streetscape resembled a flowing painting, the neon signs of the discotheque humming softly. The letters, formed by the blue and green tubes, swirl in the air, like liquid sapphires splashed across the gray-white cement wall.

　Outside the dance hall door stood a two-meter-high Coke bottle light box, with the light bulb embedded in the red wavy curve flickering.

　Thirty meters away, at the intersection, the chrome-plated burger cart stood like a molten silver ingot. Beneath a red awning stained with grease, a black waitress with dreadlocks flipped the grill, the fat dripping from the patties crackling onto the charcoal, creating tiny golden blooms. Smoke from burrito and hot dog stands mingled with the neon lights. The wind, tinged with the scent of jalapeno powder, carried the tambourines of the two black women dancing downstairs, making them seem nearer and farther away.

　A little further away, you can see the light beams from an open-air movie piercing the night sky, and Marilyn Monroe's swimsuit figure staggering among the trees.

　There was also a fire dancer spinning a burning stick, which was like dazzling gold powder, rising into the sky with the flames, drawing a brilliant starry sky in the night.

　"Look at that dancer playing with fire! She's amazing! Playing with fire with her bare bottom! Isn't she really afraid of getting burned?"