Player Reload

"Received, you need to run."

The Oracle's tone remained calm, with so many cameras on the island, there must be a centralized control room managing the surveillance equipment.

Within ten minutes at most, or just a few minutes, security guard Bob's presence can be tracked to find the villa where the blond youth, Walter, resides.

"Okay, right away."

Just as Joker was about to turn and jump down from the second floor, he suddenly saw a yacht dropping an inflatable rubber boat on the sea, carrying several people rapidly towards the island, heading straight to the beach.

A relatively elderly Asian man on the rubber boat looked somewhat familiar.

Joker couldn't help but exclaim, "Li Changyu? He's coming to the island too?"

Upon hearing this name, Li Cheng raised an eyebrow and quickly said, "There's no mention of him in the revealed Epstein case files of the real world, but it's not particularly strange to see him on the guest list."

Besides being a place where the high society of the United States pledged allegiance, Epstein Island also served as an entertainment and leisure venue.

Experts and scholars from various fields were regularly invited to discuss topics like the universe, science fiction, human civilization history, psychology, criminology, etc., providing SVIP and VIP guests the chance to cultivate their taste and purify their spirits.

Li Changyu, an American Chinese renowned for his expertise in criminal investigation and forensics, had been the Director of Public Safety in Connecticut, the first Asian American state-level police chief in the United States, holding numerous honorary positions in both China and the United States. Receiving an invitation seemed reasonable.

Of course, aside from forensic technology, Li Changyu's political insight was also quite keen.

He encountered cases like the assassination of Mega-Church leaders, the Watergate scandal involving Listen-Church, the scandal involving young Kennedy's dancer, and the suicide case of Link-Church's assistant, navigating the treacherous political whirlpools of Washington repeatedly as an Asian forensic expert without "committing suicide" or experiencing "car accidents."

You could say he's very impressive.

He understands forensics, and he understands politics even better.

As a counterexample, representing top American Chinese figures, the former U.S. Secretary of Labor Elaine Chao's sister, Angie Chao, chairperson and CEO of Foremost Group,

met a mysterious end in February 2024, driving a Tesla Model X into the pond at her Texas resort, drowning senselessly.

In any case, since security guard Bob wasn't a significant figure, Li Changyu naturally wouldn't be politically influenced and would focus entirely on the case. The risk of the player being exposed increased sharply.

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"...So, Dr. Li Changyu,"

In the underground prison, the goat-bearded supervisor asked urgently, "Have you noticed anything?"

"Judging from the traces in the prison alone, including footprints, bloodstains, and fingerprints, the greatest possibility is that the security personnel guarding the prison took away the two detained individuals."

Li Changyu had handled numerous major political cases and knew what to ask and what not to. Ignoring the child's-sized handcuffs and shackles in the room, he said in a deep voice, "But several points don't make sense.

For instance, the pillow soaked with water in Room A, footprints on the ceiling pipes, and the dandruff on Room B's password panel..."

"What do you mean?"

Frowning, the goat-bearded supervisor asked, "Could you be a bit clearer?"

"There's a small possibility that the two detainees from rooms A and B managed to attack the prison guards and somehow threatened him to take them out of the underground prison."

Li Changyu shook his head after saying this, "This is merely a speculative possibility based on the scene's traces.

Even this theory fails to explain why the guard, who weighs several times more than the detainees, couldn't resist.

Even if the detainees were hiding under the covers, the guard would still obey them."

Speaking unintentionally, listening attentively,

The supervisor's expression turned serious, his mind entering a brainstorm.

As Epstein's trusted assistant, he was acutely aware of the island's status within the upper echelons of American society.

Should the affairs of the island fully unravel, it would be akin to throwing fireworks into the village's dry toilet, resulting in an endless spill, dung everywhere, and storms of stink.

Security guard Bob's social experience was straightforward and clear, not like someone who would infiltrate the island with malicious intent,

So, who could be the mastermind behind this?

Perhaps aiming to strike the Democratic Party during the midterm elections, the Republican Party leadership? Russian KGB? Or a former CIA agent whose children were taken to the island?

"Taken" was involved in a 2008 film, after all.

Just as his face turned a blend of green and purple, a "beep" sound came from his waist communicator. It was a call from the surveillance center.

The supervisor hesitantly answered, "Hello?"

"Hello, supervisor, we've found Bob on the surveillance footage. He's now near the winery on the west side of the island, and... digging cables?"

The surveillance center staff's tone seemed hesitant. On the surveillance screen, Bob was swinging a shovel vigorously, digging a 70 cm deep pit and excavating insulated cables.

What is he doing?

The staff instinctively leaned forward, almost burying their heads into the screen.

Bob seemed to notice the surveillance camera hanging on the tree branch, grinned at the lens, then swung the shovel forcefully, cutting the power cables.

Buzz—

The surveillance screen instantly went black, and the staff quickly shouted into the intercom, "I can't see him anymore!"

"Hiss."

The supervisor took a deep breath; Little St. James Island was far from land and had no solar panels installed, relying entirely on diesel generators and underground cables for electricity.

He quickly ran out of the underground prison, passed through a pavilion filled with indulgent Hollywood celebrities, stood on the lawn, and looked towards the west side.

He clearly saw all the lights on the higher terrain of the west side of the island going out simultaneously.

The supervisor, with his experience working in a PMC private military company, reacted swiftly, grabbed his walkie-talkie, and called the security team on the west side of the island, "Hey! This is Supervisor Eric, be cautious of Bob, he's defected. Repeat, Bob has defected and may be armed."

"Understood."

The response from the other end of the walkie-talkie was calm, and the security team leader issued orders to his subordinates, "Team A, go to each room and evacuate the VIPs through the emergency escape routes,

Teams B and C guard the entrance to the underground level of the winery,

Team D bring weapons to the ground level for precaution."

With the power lines to the west side of the island cut, all surveillance cameras were disconnected, and communication was only possible via the walkie-talkie.

The supervisor could only infer what was happening on the other side from the sound coming through the walkie-talkie.

"Report, Team D found Bob, he's fallen at the... winery entrance? Oh no, God, he's nothing but a skin now!"

Just a skin?

Supervisor Eric clenched the walkie-talkie tightly, completely unable to comprehend the meaning of this message, and couldn't help yelling, "Does that mean it's a makeup prop? Hello?!"

Bang bang boom clang clang—

The walkie-talkie emitted a burst of dense chaotic sounds, gunshots, body collisions, sharp weapon hacking sounds, heavy objects falling.

No matter how much Supervisor Eric shouted, there was no response.

A moment later, everything fell silent.

Footsteps grew closer on the other side of the walkie-talkie, followed by the sound of picking up and breathing.

Supervisor Eric swallowed hard and softly said, "Hey, Team D, report the situation."

"There's no Team D anymore."

A blond young girl wiped the blood off her face, pushed aside the internal organs wrapped around her neck, and casually clipped the walkie-talkie to her waist.