America: Starting with Daily Intelligence

Violet couldn't stand it anymore and went straight for a Russian hook kick, thumping it onto the old man's chin. His eyes rolled back, and he keeled over unconscious on the ground.

"Hey! What happened?"

The commotion seemed to have caught the attention of the security personnel backstage, who peered around and called out: "Is Harry any good at all?"

Violet, trying to cover up, chose to sit next to the old man, letting out some panting noises, along with a series of English words.

Hearing the commotion, one of the security guys whistled and muttered: "Fxxk, did this old man pop some intense stuff? I thought I could score a deal."

"Wait until late night, when those big-shots are tuckered out, what can't we score?" But his colleague seemed calm and experienced.

Seeing this, the others returned backstage.

"Someone come over and help push his ass."

After a few more minutes, a staff member came in through the front door and said to several security personnel present: "A VIP has bid 6000 US dollars!"

The security guys exchanged glances; one of them took a deep breath as if he had made a tough decision and clenched his teeth as he followed the staffer to the front.

"Guys, someone's backdoor is not safe," a few reveled in someone else's misfortune.

"Shut your damn mouth!" The security guy raised his middle finger without looking back, "These 6000 dollars, I've got them in the bag, not even Jesus can stop me, I swear!"

"Good luck to you."

The others waved their hands, peeking through the crack of the door at the chaotic scene at the front, a commonplace orgy.

Even accustomed to such spectacles, they couldn't help but marvel.

A few minutes later, as they chatted and smoked, they glanced at the time and suddenly felt something was off.

"Harry usually lasts no more than five minutes, why is it taking so long this time?" someone wondered.

Another person grabbed the walkie-talkie and directly called the surveillance center, "This is the Clover security team backstage, requesting a video from the surveillance network. Hello?"

Suddenly, a strange magnetic voice came through, "All is well."

"Ok..." The security personnel hesitated, but then dismissed the concern.

Taking a heavy drag, their minds felt foggy, as if they were soaring high, they continued to chat and chuckle with their colleagues.

On the other side, the smoke-filled sentry post was ablaze with fire.

A Black Hawk Helicopter landed on the ground, with an armed convoy parked by the road.

Allen Zhang turned off the connection with the walkie-talkie and looked at the equipment beside him, which the Beggar Gang Disciples had timely moved out to fight the fire.

Mouse was squatting on the side, hacking into the surveillance center's system to copy the videos.

Allen Zhang smiled: "Violet did a pretty impressive job, extracting so much useful information, deserving of a professional killer. Although we had already located the suspicious signals nearby through the terminator 2.0 search."

The little software programs by Blitz sure are handy; if someone's phone is connected to the network and online, a nearby search can reveal their signal and location. Clover Ranch might have a secretive location and sneaky facility functions, but against hackers and the General Sect Leader's team, they stand no chance.

After all, without prior knowledge, no one would go out of their way to raid such a remote place. What if it's a research institute or a military base, or a Motorcycle Gang's workshop? Attacking and exploring this place would end up a pointless venture.

After a series of network maneuvers, Mouse successfully cracked the account password and found some clues, reporting to the General Sect Leader.

"Boss, this network center seems to have been attacked before, more than once, and some video content has been leaked. However, those haven't surfaced on the Dark Web. Seems like those people conducted emergency public relations, found the real offline IP addresses, or simply paid off."

For a hacker like Mouse, hacking the network center's backend is no challenge, but your average Joe wouldn't bother.

Even if they got their hands on the content, it's a hot potato, not daring to release it.

Mouse browsed through the stored videos, randomly selected one from the archives – a feast for the eyes from last July, and a full six hours of captivating footage.

"Boss, this is the crime evidence they've kept on themselves! Probably what Jehovah Priyan uses to control and build connections!"

Mouse was ecstatic and immediately handed the videos over to the General Sect Leader for review.

Allen Zhang took a glance; the video content was absolutely explosive and shocking. Suddenly, he recognized some familiar faces in the videos.

"Hold on, is that Puff Daddy? This black guy, is that NBA's James?"

They watched a segment of the footage, man on man, and everyone clicked their tongues in disbelief.

"No wonder the guy often sustains groin injuries on the basketball court. Getting squashed like that by Old Black, how could he not get hurt? Even iron groins would be scarred." The Beggar Gang Disciples joked.

"I think he's quite enjoying it. I heard Puff Daddy spent a hundred million for James' first night; the guy's been selling his ass, pretty much half his career earnings right there. He must be more than willing, he's definitely hit the jackpot," someone else said with a chuckle.