America: Starting with Daily Intelligence

Old Jack: What do you mean? Are you planning to lift some loot in this place? Where are we? Looks kinda like Madison's private museum, with all these treasures, huh?

Allen Zhang: You guessed it, I'm actually on Madison's private island. Can you recognize the value of these antiques?

Old Jack: How did you manage to infiltrate? There must be plenty of security on the island. I advise you to steer clear of any crooked ideas.

Allen Zhang: How could I possibly? I'm not short of money right now, there's no need to fall back on my old trade. I just find these items quite cool. I was formally invited by Mr. Madison as a VIP guest to the island.

Old Jack: There must be loads of engaging programs there, probably dazzled your eyes, right?

Allen Zhang: Of course.

He then took a few pictures of the hot babes beside him flaunting their figures.

The ladies cooperated well, arching their backs, with one hand on the wall, turning their heads with a smile lifting their skirts, enthusiastically inviting you to press the F key to enter the cockpit.

Old Jack: ...

Mad, beast.

After touring the island with a bunch of stunning beauties, we headed back to the villa area by car. Naturally, our relationships had grown considerably—as expected of the General Sect Leader, wealthy and charming with words.

The final home run stage had already begun.

Then the General Sect Leader, at their enthusiastic invitation, went into the next door's private room to conduct some human anatomy research, and to practice English pronunciation.

Good English is essential, gotta study it.

Before long, it was the early hours of the morning, and the sound of fireworks could be heard outside, along with the sight of a spectacular display visible through the window.

The General Sect Leader glanced at the time, feeling it was time to leave.

He immediately dressed up, bid farewell to the beauties, whose names he'd forgotten, exchanged kisses and contact details.

Stepping out, he encountered Colonel Wood and the bosses from Armed Nation as well as Madison and the directors of the blue pharmaceutical company, chatting and drinking.

Old acquaintances, really?

Allen Zhang walked over to say hello.

"Didn't expect to see you here, Mr. Jin, long time no see," the boss of Armed Nation exclaimed with amazement.

"Hello there," Allen Zhang replied with a smile, nodding his head.

Colonel Wood also said, "Mr. Jin, we will consider your quote seriously. If you have time some day, you could come to visit our military base."

"Some day when I'm free, I will pay a visit to your base," Allen Zhang responded with another smile and said goodbye to Madison, indicating that he had some personal matters to attend to.

"You're leaving already? The fireworks show just started, and there's still half an hour until the event begins," Madison expressed regretfully.

"Stay any longer and I might end up in hospital," Allen Zhang joked.

"Hahaha, that means Mr. Jin is very popular! I'll send someone to take you to the airport," Madison laughed heartily, calling over his female assistant to arrange for a driver to escort Allen Zhang to the airport.

Allen Zhang waved goodbye, calling Sieg and the Beggar Gang Disciples who were enjoying the fireworks show.

"Boss, you're leaving already?" Sieg and Bailey were surprised, aborting midway? That wasn't like you.

Allen Zhang just smiled: "Going back to rest."

Without further explanation, he got into the back seat of the Cadillac: "The job here is done, no point in staying. Do you want to stay up all night like Jason, getting tips and gifts from the rich guests?"

In a little while, this place is going to be more than fireworks, it'll be all bang-bang-bang with guns.

"Of course not."

Sieg immediately responded; after all, Jason was a warrior, and the entertainment here was too energetic.

They didn't say much more, hopped into another car, and followed to the airport.

The driver smoothly reached the airport, and Allen Zhang said goodbye to his assistant Gwen, boarding his own Cirrus Fathead Shark plane.

It wasn't until Bailey powered up the plane, piloting it away from the private island, and Allen Zhang watching the neon lights shrink into a tiny speck through the window, that he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Great, avoided getting pinned down by the CIA.