America: Starting with Daily Intelligence

Damn it! The General Sect Leader has totally forgotten!

"Where's your husband? Didn't he come on the trip with you?" Allen Zhang asked again.

"He's fiddling with his music. I feel like marrying him was basically marrying a violin and guitar. Maybe I should be hugging a musical instrument to sleep at night. At least it has some protrusions that could relieve my cravings."

Davis sighed, somewhat in despair, "You have no idea of the sadness of a thirty-year-old married woman. We pretty much do our own things now. Married life is nothing like what I imagined."

"And you say you're not a slut," Amanda teased.

"It's a normal need, okay? Guess what? When my photo got leaked, his first reaction wasn't to comfort me, but to question if I found a new investor to create hype, WTF! That's nothing like a husband should be," Dellins complained.

"If you need help, I can sort it out for you," Allen Zhang said, "I know some people who are experts in cyber technology, who can help you."

"I don't have to sleep with him, do I?" Dellins said half-jokingly.

"You just need to sleep with me," Allen Zhang replied irritably, "You're overthinking it. I'm only helping you because you're a friend."

"That's great! Hooray!!" Dellins laughed, "If you want something to happen between us, just say it. I drank so much last night I didn't feel a thing. Buddy."

Amanda spoke somberly, "I didn't feel a thing last night," and pulled out her phone to play a voice recording.

Davis was shocked, "You freaking recorded me?"

"Do you want to see the video I have?" Amanda said.

"Fxxk! You should have sent that to me privately, I don't want to see that," Davis swore, still trying to save face.

"Alright, actually I didn't film anything. It's not a habit of mine," Amanda said frankly.

Allen Zhang watched them banter, their private relationship was indeed good. After finishing breakfast, he took out his phone and sent a message to Blitz, informing him to check on those responsible for starting the trouble.

Before long, Blitz replied with a message: It was indeed an unexpected incident. A few thieves picked up Kate Dellins' phone and unlocked it, finding her private photos, which they then sold on the deep web, and accidentally it ended up in the hands of a few media outlets specializing in lurid content dissemination, who certainly thought about making it public for the sake of money and traffic.

Allen Zhang: Invasion of personal privacy, selling of photos and videos, how many years does that get? Let's report those guys to the police, if the officers don't care, then let the FBI deal with the trouble.

Blitz: You actually met Kate Dellins?

Allen Zhang: She's right next to me, introduced by a friend.

Blitz: Can you get her autograph for me?

Allen Zhang: You're a fan too? Alright, I'll get her to sign for you. Do you want it to say 'I love Blitz'?

Blitz: Sarah would kill me! I'm just collecting, don't let Sarah find out, this is our little man-to-man secret.

Allen Zhang: Ok, celebrities are no different from the rest of us, you don't need any filters. Maybe one day I can bring her to meet you.

Blitz: Okok!

Instantly energized like a robot filled with oil, he went off to work enthusiastically.

Allen Zhang put away his phone and smilingly told the two of them, "Done. We found out it's a few media outlets stirring up trouble behind the scenes. They'll be punished. My friend is a fan of yours; he especially likes Max and hopes you could sign something for him."

"I'm truly honored, but sadly, I'm not Max," Davis readily agreed, taking pen and paper to sign her own name.

"But I feel like you've been playing yourself all along," Allen Zhang complimented.

"Indeed, many people say that, but actually, I don't like swearing or telling risqué jokes, I'm a lady... WFT! Amanda! Are you going to keep pinching until I die? I've freaking hit menopause," Davis gasped for air, turning to look at her good sister, who was seemingly up to something under the table.

"..."

Allen Zhang also chuckled dryly.

After breakfast, Davis and Amanda began to clean up the dishes. The General Sect Leader sat down on the couch to rest, also taking time to check the daily intelligence report.

[Daily Intelligence: A large consignment of military weapons transported by Mason's Fast Ship is expected to arrive at the California and US-Mexico border port at 13:30 in the afternoon. The Tijuana tendering department will send someone to collect the weapons on time.]

[Daily Intelligence: The company you invested in, Pike Company, has reopened. The bank has issued a debt collection notice. With complete evidence regarding the Qiliye Mountain issue, you may choose to file a claim in the Los Angeles court against the malicious competition by Azure Metal Renewable Energy Company, claiming for compensation and exemption from debt responsibility.]

[Daily Intelligence: The major collector Madison is ready with a party and private island firework display, inviting you and many celebrities to join the gathering. Involved are military district colonels, PMC company directors, major arms dealers, underground casino hosts, pharmaceutical company officials. The military colonel is interested in selling retired Black Hawk helicopters, and you may be able to secure new trade orders.]

[Detailed: The underground casino host Melissa faced criminal charges for leading a gambling ring and collecting tips, but was spared due to having a list of gambling suspects in her possession, and was only fined 200,000 US dollars. The pharmaceutical company's lemon slices and bodybuilding beast drugs, irregular operations led to a human life case, the victim's family accepted hush money, but competing companies chose to target this event, with board members opting to hide out on a private island, CIA agents infiltrate the private island, disguised as staff, and will land on the island around 2 am without notice to arrest the drug-related list members.]