America: Starting with Daily Intelligence

What are you playing at with just a few hundred bucks a day?

"Fxxk! You useless pieces of shit! What am I paying you for?" Priyan cursed furiously, disgusted by the cowardly display of his own people, nearly bursting with anger.

Unable to contain his rage, he picked up a rifle from the ground and aimed at the Black Hawk overhead, ready to spray bullets. Unfortunately, he seemed too old, too uncoordinated, and not well-versed in firearms, his hands trembling like Parkinson's. Trying to prove himself, he courageously but futilely pulled the trigger repeatedly without firing a single shot.

In the end, infuriated, he threw the rifle to the ground, stomping his feet red with rage.

When the Beggar Gang Disciples saw this, they turned their guns around, almost blasting him to bits. Was he lucky that there was a jam?

But in reality, in his panic, he hadn't even bothered to disengage the safety.

"Stay put, damn it!! Priyan! You should be grateful you didn't shoot! Otherwise, my guys would have torn you to shreds by now!!" Madison laughed mockingly at the sight, jeering at him.

The distinguished guests in the ranch villa initially thought the explosion outside was an illusion, wanting the music to continue, the dance to go on, but they quickly discerned the sound of helicopter rotors, the gunfire, and Madison's loudspeaker, realising this was no joke.

A group of people snapped to attention, thrown into panic, the gathering descended into chaos. Peering out the window, they caught a glimpse of the xenon headlights and the Black Hawk Helicopter.

"No!! Our plane has been blown up!!"

"How are we going to escape? Is it terrorists?"

"There are a few cars in the garage; we could drive away, they only have one helicopter!"

"Are you kidding? That's a Black Hawk Helicopter! Its speed exceeds 300 kilometers per hour! You won't get far before getting blown to bits! They've got rockets too!!"

"Why is a Black Hawk Helicopter here? Colonel Frank, you might be the only one who can help us now!"

Some were so emotionally shattered that they collapsed to the floor, legs turned to jelly.

The once glamorous stars, the shrewd board directors, were now like a quagmire of mud, filled with unknown fears, their fates uncertain.

Colonel Frank, with military connections, was also taken aback, at a loss for words, shivering as he said, "Fxxk! I don't know what's happening either! My phone's been jammed, there's no signal!! They must have destroyed a nearby signal tower. What are those security people doing? They should have detected the problem right away!"

"What's the use of talking about this now? They've already attacked us!!"

"They've also got an armored truck!!"

Many people caught sight of the approaching armored truck through the windows. Fully armed personnel disembarked, setting up their guns on the spot, seemingly ready to shoot, leaving no way out from the ranch!

Seeing this, Madison felt the endgame was near and began shouting through the loudspeaker, demanding everyone to come out in their current state or he would command his men to open fire.

"Madison! It's Mr. Madison!" A bunch of people came out fearfully, some with bare butts, hands on their heads kneeling down, while others recognized the man on the Black Hawk and began to shout loudly.

Many instantly thought of his personal vendetta with Priyan.

After all, his son was killed, and a trove of collectibles sunk to the bottom of the sea—a deep-seated blood feud!

They had expected retaliation one day, but not in such a crazed fashion!

People began to desperately curry favor, pleading with Madison, holder of the upper hand, completely disregarding their dignity and pride.

"Mr. Madison! We are all lawful citizens; please don't harm us! We can settle this by talking! Whether it's shares, market value, or collectibles, everything is negotiable. There's no need to go this far!"

"Mr. Madison! Remember, I even treated you to dinner!" an old man said, on the brink of tears.

"You should've been in a coffin long ago, you son of a bitch! You deserve to die the most. Why aren't you dead yet?"

Madison cursed without restraint, showing no face to anyone, yelling through the loudspeaker: "All of you here! You're all sons of bitches! Scum! Fags! Coprophiles! All of you deserve to go to hell!"

"You're right! You're absolutely right! Mr. Madison! We're scum! We do deserve to go to hell! Not even Jesus can save us!"

A group of people hastily nodded and bowed to admit, sliding on their knees to take sides and fawn over them. In front of the truth, they didn't dare to talk back.

After all, this was the middle of nowhere without a signal, and the other party had put on such a big show. Just imagine if they went crazy and decided to execute them all here, what a tremendous loss that would be for the United States!

You're over seventy, riddled with illness. It's no big deal if you die, but we are still young!!

There are still billions in our bank accounts that haven't been spent! All that money is for socializing and buying longevity drugs from pharmaceutical companies. We could live to ninety!

They were extremely afraid.

Madison had gone berserk, not sparing a single one, naming and furiously berating each one. She spilled all the dirty deeds they had done.

Priyan's face was extremely embarrassed, alternating between shades of green and white.

Soon, there was the buzzing sound again, and a Black Hawk Helicopter flew over, followed by a convoy of armed escort vehicles on the road below.

"Another Black Hawk Helicopter, it's their people again..." Everyone present was numb to it.

Madison was still furiously cursing.

The General Sect Leader watched this scene with a strange expression, quietly listening for a while. Realizing that Madison was still going on, seemingly endless.

Now, Madison would curse even at a passing dog, having completely entered a state of madness!!

Thinking that this couldn't go on, Allen Zhang immediately had the Beggar Gang Disciples land the Black Hawk Helicopter on the ground.

Putting on his sunglasses, he stepped off the plane, chewing gum. Waving over the Beggar Gang Disciples, they started filming with the camera, a truly picturesque scene.

This was even more artistic than Picasso's paintings!

"Sweetheart, come, face the camera, smile. Why the long face? Not happy? You seemed quite happy in front of the camera before, right? Think happy thoughts, like how you'll be exposed by the media tomorrow for attending a slave auction. And the scandals of group activities, how beautiful is that!" The General Sect Leader laughed heartily.

Listen, is this something a person would say?

Kicking someone when they're down, taking joy in others' misfortune, he had a knack for it.

People couldn't recognize him, but there was no doubt he was a troublesome figure not to be trifled with, a man with significant influence. They had really fallen hard this time!

"Sir, please don't do this, you can make me do anything, just please don't hurt me," the female star Selena begged tearfully.

Allen Zhang snorted with derision, unmoved. Crocodile tears, that was all.

"Waitresses, stand aside, don't get caught on camera. I won't be paying for your image rights."

The girls crouched in the crowd quickly stood up and moved to the side.

Others attempted to blend in unnoticed, but were sharply scolded by the discerning Beggar Gang Disciples and kicked back, "You think I don't recognize you? You're all over the hot searches on the media every day, we'd recognize you even if you turned to ash! You like to hype things up? Do charity? This time, let's see you get enough of it! Hands on your head!!"

The people present were like deflated eggplants, their disgrace on full display, all captured on camera.

When Madison felt she'd had enough cursing, having run out of lines and nothing new to say, she reluctantly descended from the plane, still muttering under her breath.

"What about these guys? Should we interview them one by one?" Madison suggested.

"Extrajudicial interrogation is illegal. That's for the CIA, FBI, and the cops and courts to handle. We just copy the original tapes onto encrypted disks, share them with our friends, everyone gets a backup copy in case they're curious. I don't think they'll be foolish enough to ask for troubles," Allen Zhang smiled slightly at the crowd.

The people nodded urgently, "We would never do such irrational things. As long as you don't give the tape to the media or the courts, we will definitely cooperate with you!"

"Well, that depends on your performance!"