America: Starting with Daily Intelligence-Chapter 404 - 213 Action
Chapter 404: Chapter 213 Action
"Wait, you’re saying he never smokes weed?"
Allen Zhang looked puzzled at Rip, who was enthusiastically puffing on a joint. In the world of white rappers, there’s probably no one better at smoking weed than him.
"This is my persona. Besides, I’m also a white rapper who supports the legalization of abortion, same-sex marriage, cares for environmental protection and animals, and likes to donate to Black single mothers and impoverished families. That’s why a lot of Black teenagers are also willing to support me and buy my albums. I even endorse a jewelry brand made by Black manufacturers."
Rip pointed to his dog bone gold necklace. You think he wants to wear this thing? It’s all for making money.
"Although there are people constantly attacking me, trying to find my traffic points, I’ve fed so many people in their teams, they certainly won’t expose me all at once. Otherwise, they’d have no money to make! I still have traffic, people supporting me, and they’ll collaborate with me in hyping things up. If my persona collapses, the worst I can do is switch careers and become a fitness and food influencer. When I make some achievements, I can repent just like Donnie."
Rip sat with his legs crossed, casually puffing on his joint, totally indifferent.
He could even smoke weed in front of those paparazzi, so what? You can only make one-time money by revealing that, but if you release blurry photos without solid confirmation, you can keep making money indefinitely.
Go ahead and release it! I don’t care!
"..." Mad, speaking of internet operations and hyping, that’s gotta be your thing.
But as for getting back the music chips, that still needs the General Sect Leader’s professional team.
When it comes to online schemes and making money through fame, I might not be as good as you, but when it comes to real-life operations, you are far behind me!
"After they get their hands on the music USB, they’ll definitely hurry to make new copies. If we want to get those copies back, we’ll need to destroy them or find their hiding places. They definitely won’t just place them in one spot waiting for us."
Allen Zhang immediately had Blitz start searching for the music copies’ location information and also had Rip provide data about the USB chip.
Finding a similar signal among countless sources is like finding a needle in a haystack, very difficult for ordinary people, almost impossible, but for a hacking godfather in Los Angeles, there’s no problem at all!
Manipulating the internet is as simple for him as eating and drinking.
Blitz operated on the computer for a while and found the signal sources through his own methods and channels.
"There are six signal sources in total, one in the city area of Los Angeles, located at a luxurious villa at 1689 Sunset Boulevard, the others are in the suburbs, but the locations are scattered, one is at a factory in the mountains, the Underground Entertainment Venue, a tire shop, a repair shop, and their camp in the mountains." Blitz brought up the coordinates, who knows what each of those places is for.
Maybe to prevent revenge theft, not keeping all eggs in one basket?
"The suburban ones are all their properties; they should be stored in safes under surveillance."
Rip took a look and declared confidently: "That apartment belongs to a manager from Red Spider Company! He’s also my previous collaborator, the physical USB might be hidden in his possession."
He couldn’t help but curse: "That damn Black Devil, I will make him pay!!"
"Can I go with you guys?" Rip asked immediately after: "Don’t worry, I definitely won’t drag you down! I want to watch them get blown up with my own eyes, Tommy can also help you."
"I guess I’ll pass..." Tommy hesitated, "Professional matters should just be left to the professional team to handle."
"Are you scared? Tommy? They’ve already stepped on my head!" Rip retorted, "My partners shouldn’t be cowards! Where’s your courage from before? I even helped you rise up and made you a lot of money!"
"Who’s scared? Let’s go!" Tommy couldn’t stand being provoked, suddenly getting a bit angry.
Watching the two of them argue, Allen Zhang immediately knocked on the table and raised his hand to stop them, "Quiet! Guys! Do you think this is child’s play? We’re heading to the Motorcycle Gang’s headquarters, where they are ruthless and won’t blink an eye to kill. We’re going to face them in a gunfight, not street fighting! Bullets don’t have eyes! Whether you two are fearless is your own business, but I still have to consider who will pay me later, okay?"
"I just need to watch from afar, I won’t get involved in the fighting, aren’t you driving an armored vehicle?" Rip pleaded.
Allen Zhang retorted annoyed: "Proving your courage is your own business. If you can defeat him! Prove to me you can defend yourself, then I’ll let you go!" pointing to Sieg.
Me?
Sieg’s expression darkened, looking at Rip as he clenched his fists, making a crackling sound.
Even if you are the employer, he won’t go easy on you!
Other than the General Sect Leader, every one of you here, let’s all go at once!!
Rip looked at Sieg, who under the nurture of the General Sect Leader, had grown some muscles on his 1.8-meter-tall body and wasn’t small in size, already mastering street fighting skills, clearly a high-tier elite in street fights, while Rip with his small stature, even if stacked three times, was just delivering himself for defeat.
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