Zuo Dao Becomes a God Starting from American Horror

Chapter 215 Modern-Day Thousand-Game FBI W Recreates Precise Hunting (4k)

"Then, here comes the real point."

"Only by clearly understanding the needs of our customers can we make better preparations."

One apprentice questioned, "Is this the only clumsy method we can use?"

"A stupid method? Ha! Let me tell you! This kind of database is terrifying. It completely understands a person's preferences. We can know everything about them, including what they like to eat, wear, drink, and use!"

"All consumer needs are laid out clearly before us! There's no need to rely on luck anymore!"

"Then why can't we create demand?"

"Hehe, that's the next training program."

Louis stroked his chin and nodded. "Oh, this is a push notification from artificial big data."

Wow, they've gone this far! Seriously, won't they be called a stalker and reported to the police for doing this?
And what is the next training program he mentioned?
With this question in mind, Louis walked toward an area closer to the center.

This area is much quieter than the other two. Everyone here is dressed in suits and ties, looking like hypocrites.

If someone sees him coming, even if they don't know him, they'll pretend they didn't see him.

"Did you understand this nine-star alignment?"

"I think the 'Roadblock Shura Squad' that the general manager mentioned is pretty good, but we don't have the military strength for that..."

"Your game is too big. A simpler game like the dripping ball game would be more suitable. With our current scale, we can easily replicate this game on a large scale."

"Hehe, you don't think those upper-ups don't know what our company is, do you? The dripping ball system can't withstand their pressure."

"So what? Just win over a portion of them, and everyone can make money."

"Alright, alright, how about we try the Taigong Fishing Game..."

"Hahaha! These idiots can't escape their inherent greed." Someone laughed as he recounted how he had exploited human nature to amass wealth.

"It's a pity that our company can't control the market right now, otherwise we could set up a Shunzhai Ancient Temple Bureau and resell it to make a fortune."

"By the way, what happened to that congressman who tried to extort money from us last time?"

"Hehe, guess? Okay, okay, it's already been dealt with by the general manager. The Three Immortals Offering the Cauldron Situation, figure it out yourself."

"..."

As Louis watched these scheming and treacherous individuals boast to their colleagues, his lips twitched even more violently.

They're all villains...

These schemes, though they may sound appealing, are essentially just ways to exploit the darker side of human nature to incite conflict and profit from it.

Most of these are just clever tricks, useless to true wise men; only a few are truly sophisticated schemes.

at this time.

Louis heard a desperate roar, followed by a suppressed cheer from a crowd.

Turn around and look.

A familiar figure was already standing on the table in the telephone area, giving a loud speech into the microphone.

"Poverty has absolutely no nobility!"

"People only have two choices: either be rich or be even richer! If I'm rich, when I face difficulties, at least I can get out of my limousine, wearing my ten-thousand-yuan suit and a hundred-thousand-yuan gold watch, and try to find a solution! Instead of wearing a cheap shirt, walking down the street racking my brains, and finally being kicked out of my house like a clown!"
People without money are useless! Trash! God made a mistake creating them!

"They don't deserve to live on this land!"

Tell me, what kind of people do you want to be?

A gold watch was thrown out.

A more terrifying cheer erupted from the crowd as they scrambled for the gold watch, their eyes burning with greed for money, like hungry wolves led by their alpha wanting to tear flesh apart. When Jordan asked his question, they shouted out the word in unison.

"Rich people!!"

"it is good!"

"Now! Immediately! Right now! Get moving!"

After the frenzied speech, everyone enthusiastically started making phone calls, and the volume on the phone suddenly increased several decibels.

People from other districts also watched this scene with smiles on their faces.

They didn't feel resentful, nor did they feel like they were being given empty promises, because although Jordan made fraudulent phone calls, he never made empty promises to his employees.

For every order completed or every scheme planned, the profits will be distributed to employees as bonuses, calculated as a percentage of the total profit.

Everyone here can make money! And eat meat!
This is the true wolf-like culture.

After finishing his speech, Jordan swayed as he walked down the aisle. He glanced at Louis, and his body stiffened instantly. He ran over to Louis in a flash.

"Boss."

In front of Louis, Jordan, who had just been eloquent and inspiring, completely lost his cunning tongue.

soon.

Louis and Jordan arrived at the office that had been prepared for Louis.

Floor-to-ceiling windows, spacious layout, minimalist British style, and lush greenery—it's clear that the design was specially commissioned.

"Boss, these are the company's financial statements, as well as the schemes we've orchestrated over this period, and the people affected: officials, wealthy businessmen, the military..."

Louis casually took it and examined it, asking, "It looks like you did a good job. Did you encounter any difficulties?"

"Boss, I've solved most of the difficulties, but..." His eyes became somewhat unfocused.

Louis frowned. "Speak plainly."

"Yes."

It turns out that, due to the nature of his company, he had been thriving on Wall Street, but the methods used in the gambling industry were too numerous and dirty, some of which were even outdated.

In addition, as the saying goes, "He who walks by the river will eventually get his shoes wet." While their company's reputation among the upper class may not be universally known, it is certainly familiar to most.

Most importantly, someone has set their sights on this lucrative target. The officials who were previously bribed and threatened have already given up, and Jordan has been troubled by this matter for some time now.

"Someone's watching us? Who?"

"To be precise, it's the FBI."

"Those guys have been causing trouble lately, preventing me from using many of my less-than-ideal money-making methods..."

Louis was stunned.

Good grief, you were taken down by the FBI in the movie, and now they're targeting you again, really...

That's not right either. The Devourer Company is now large and well-known, so it's perfectly normal for it to be targeted.

Louis thought about it and realized that this was indeed a problem. It depended on who the person being targeted was. With that in mind, Louis made a phone call.

We received the relevant information very quickly.

Trouble.

According to Michael, he discovered through the Bureau of Administration that the person targeting Devourer was an FBI deputy director.

Actually, it's not just him; there's another interest group around him, but he's the one in charge.

The FBI deputy director...

In the United States, the FBI is undoubtedly an important agency, although it is relatively weak in the political arena, it should not be underestimated.

The deputy director naturally holds a high position and wields great power, especially since the United States has a tradition of internal referrals. Generally speaking, there is a high probability that the deputy will be promoted to a position like director.

Therefore, this deputy director has caused quite a bit of trouble.

Louis then dialed his grandfather's number.

Grandfather quickly provided the information: "Our family's influence is currently only significant in Florida. As for the North and the South... you know."

"So the information isn't really circulating. However, I got some news from an old friend that this targeting of Devourer Company is both a harvest and a warning."

Do you remember Company W?

Louis raised an eyebrow. How could W Company forget that this was a force with considerable backing, and one that even researched the mystical realm? "What Devourer Company has actually offended is the group of emerging capitalists behind it. You've gone too far and made those guys on Wall Street jealous."

"The FBI deputy director is just someone who's been pushed to the forefront; the real problem lies with them."

Ok.

Following the FBI deputy director, the real root cause lies with the emerging capitalists.

"I'll use some of my connections to see if I can handle it. You be careful on your end."

hang up the phone.

Jordan stepped forward and said, "Boss, it seems I've been too conspicuous lately. Could we allocate some funds, and then..."

"Alright, shut up. Do you expect me to share the money I earned with them because I'm capable?"

Louis scoffed. In fact, he didn't mind sharing the cake, but I can share, and you can't force me to!
My fingers tapped lightly on the table.

As Jordan waited anxiously, Louis quickly opened his eyes.

"The root of the problem has been found."

"It's still because we haven't established our authority!"

"The local capitalists are so rude. They have to be taught a lesson before they'll behave."

"Boss, are you ready?"

"You don't need to worry about it. I'll send you a list in a bit. It's roughly the companies whose stock prices are going to drop soon. You should seize the opportunity."

Jordan nodded immediately. "Yes, I understand."

After Jordan left, Louis sat in his office thinking about how to better handle the situation.

Don't get me wrong, he wasn't thinking of backing down, he was just thinking about whether he could kill them all.

I sent a text message to my grandfather.

I received a reply half an hour later.

Here is a list.

The above is a group of emerging capitalists on Wall Street who support Company W.

After taking a closer look, Louis was somewhat surprised to find that there were quite a few Jews among them. Tsk, it seems that he can't resort to the method of wiping out entire families. The implications are too great. Doing so would be tantamount to breaking ties with the Bureau.

"Alright, it seems we'll have to kill a portion of them first."

Stand up.

With one step, his figure vanished.

……

Inside a securities firm on Wall Street.

The man in the custom-made suit answered the phone and nodded repeatedly, "Understood. I'm all ready to take action. Not just me, everyone in this area... is ready and waiting for you."

"Okay, okay, okay, you're in charge."

The man hung up the phone, a smile appearing on his face.

"The Devourer Company, this is a big fish. I wonder how much meat we can get."

At this moment.

Dozens of companies on the west side of Wall Street received the news.

A stock market storm targeting Devourer Company is already brewing.

In a certain state in the south.

In what appears to be an ordinary company, a middle-aged man in a navy blue suit looks at the documents in his hand with sharp eyes and a hint of military toughness in his face.

"The Devourer Company, ha, what a fraudulent company. No powerful backing and still no shame, serves them right for being devoured. Hmm? The Cano family… Louis Cano holds shares?"

The term "Kano family" caught his attention.

With a quick search, he found out what had happened before: "Oh, it's this family. They even had a conflict with the company, but Wilson suppressed it later."

"Well, Wilson and Carcano are good friends."

"Then let's teach them a lesson."

He casually ticked a box on the document, indicating that he was taking away half of its shares.

The man then looked at other documents; compared to the economic documents he had just seen, the current documents concerned the mystical side.

"Has Project Fear Illusion already been launched in various places? Not bad, but it's still not fast enough. The progress needs to be accelerated."

"Hmm, a female corpse was discovered that appears to be capable of resurrection and constantly causing hallucinations? Suspecting she may have demonic or witch blood?"

"Resurrection..." The man's eyes gleamed as he wrote the key words on the document.

He then looked at the next document.

There were so many documents, and he had to sign each one, which shows his control over his subordinates. Normally, this would be very beneficial for personal centralization of power, but the downside is that it would be very tiring.

The man, being a former soldier, was quite robust.

However, for some reason, he is now also struggling to hold on, "cough cough".

Looking at the documents, the man temporarily put down his pen.

"Ah, heaven, I must go to heaven, no, I want to live longer."

He looked out the window at the sky and stretched out his palm, as if trying to grasp something.

……

While a stock market storm was still brewing.

Louis had already quickly taken the list and started searching their residences, preparing to strike first.

I must say, these guys really know how to enjoy life. Most of them own villas in the suburbs and rarely live on Wall Street.

Some of them even built a community in the suburbs.

It's full of rich people like them.

A group of people gathered together for a meal, conversation, and networking...

When Louis arrived, he saw that the group of people didn't care about the siege of the Devourer Company at all. Instead, they were having fun and holding a pool party, with a group of beautiful women and men all naked and enjoying themselves.

Louis, who was invisible in the sky using the Myriad Illusion Cloak, precisely locked his gaze on several targets, clenched his wrist, and revealed the Blood Curse Bead that he hadn't used in a long time.

That's right, he's going to use the Blood Curse Beads to kill these guys.

After all, if you hold back a little, the people killed by the Blood Curse Beads are quite similar to those suffering from a high blood pressure attack.

Looking down at the group of people still enjoying themselves.

Louis smiled.

He turned the Blood Curse Bead.

Crack!

Crack!

clap clap clap!
A sound like firecrackers went off in the large swimming pool below.

One man after another fell to the ground with a thud, into the water, blood gushing from their mouths and noses, their eyes bloodshot.

A large pool of blood stained the swimming pool red.

Even worse, some blood vessels ruptured, and large amounts of blood splattered onto their female companions.

Almost instantly, the entire swimming pool was covered in blood.

Screams followed.

(End of this chapter)