In America, my cousin, Supergirl Kara...

Mount Rainier, at 14410 feet, is the highest mountain in Seattle.

The summit is covered with snow and ice all year round, and the mountains are covered with abundant coniferous forests. Due to its active volcanic landform, hot springs often emerge from the streams.

At this moment, on a cleared area of ​​coniferous forest halfway up the mountain, three AH-64 Apache helicopters were quietly parked on the helipad.

Dozens of security personnel dressed in camouflage were gathered in a fan shape around them. All of them were equipped with Titan bulletproof vests with a high polymer coating and five-eye night vision goggles. Compared to them, the armed men in the cave were far inferior.

Sarah sat on a low sofa with down legs, her long black hair tied up with a silver tiara, the ruby ​​in the center exuding a seductive charm.

She wore a pure black strapless dress woven with lotus silk, exuding an ethereal elegance.

Her crystal-clear toes stretched slightly in the man-made spring, and the bubbling hot spring water surged up from her pink arches.

At that moment, she was holding a high-powered telescope, observing the scene at the foot of the mountain.

On the sterling silver platter in front of her were dishes such as yellow croaker maw soup, bluefin tuna belly sashimi, and Iberian ham cold platter with Australian champagne crab roe sauce.

In front of the open-air grill next to them, a chef wearing a green Submariner watch was still preparing ingredients, and two thick, yellow bird legs emitted a strong aroma as they were grilled.

The wild bird beside it had been dead for some time, its large head and long beak still bearing the wisdom in its beady eyes even in its dying moments; it was clearly a long-extinct Dudu bird.

"Miss, the excavation work is now complete, and the construction vehicles have been removed in time. Oh, and that old pickup truck has been replaced." Butler Matthew straightened his suit, walked to Sarah's side, bowed slightly, and then took out a document from his pocket: "This is the profit figure for the organ harvesting center opened by Immigration Bureau Director Pete. He himself has also been brought here. What do you think we should do with it?"

As soon as Matthew finished speaking, two burly men in white suits forced Pete to kneel on the ground.

Pitt looked to be in his fifties, wearing gold-rimmed glasses. His entire body was extremely obese, and his white shirt was squeezed into a circle. Most peculiarly, his chin was basket-shaped.

He has a naturally sleazy look to him.

"Who are you? I'm the Commissioner of Immigration and Customs Enforcement. If you dare arrest me, I'll contact Patel of the FBI to have you all locked up in Lex Island, New York!"

Pete felt terrible. He had been in the living room exercising with Megan, another man's wife, while his wife Louise was on the sofa doing the same thing as Megan's husband, Brian.

Yes, besides patronizing child prostitutes, he also enjoyed playing this kind of game.

Just when they were getting into the swing of things, a group of people suddenly broke down the door.

Then they were immediately dragged all the way here.

He looked up with a sinister gaze; this woman must be the leader of this terrorist group.

When Pete saw Sarah's face obscured by the binoculars, his eyes lit up instantly.

Although her eyes were not clearly visible, judging from her exposed cheeks, delicate chin, and especially her incredibly tender neck, this girl was undoubtedly very beautiful.

However, upon closer inspection, Pete shuddered as if he had been electrocuted.

Why does that silhouette look so familiar? Isn't that Sarah Morgan, the Morgan family's heiress featured in a financial weekly? It was just a fleeting glimpse, but Pitt remembered the dazzling beauty of this aristocratic jewel.

Looking around, he saw dozens of armed men staring at him indifferently, while the missile bay of the Apache helicopter in the distance exuded an invisible pressure.

Cold sweat instantly dripped down his chin, and he immediately prostrated himself on the ground.

"Miss Sara, do you know where I have offended you? Please point it out, and I will correct it immediately!"

He couldn't help but be afraid. The Morgan family was the world's number one financial tycoon. At its peak, they controlled one-third of the United States' industry, finance, and politics. Even then-President Cleveland had to ask the Morgan family for help to get through the crisis when the national treasury's gold reserves were depleted.

It was only thanks to Roosevelt's strong intervention that the problem was nipped in the bud.

But not every leader in the United States has the charisma of President Rodney, not to mention that most of his successors have been incompetent.

After nearly a century of development, the capital it has secretly accumulated has probably already surpassed the energy of the Morgan era.

Sarah ignored him, her gaze fixed on the road that had been cleared down the mountain.

They're here! She focused intently and saw two motorcycles riding one after the other in the newly dug road.

Li Xiao wore a faint smile, his handsome face shining like the sun. Sarah had never imagined that a man could make her so concerned, to the point of silently protecting him from behind.

Someone actually made a phone call inside the cave, but she used a signal jammer to completely block the signal.

Her gaze lingered on Li Xiao's face, sliding inch by inch from his nose and lips to his Adam's apple, and then to the layers of chiseled muscles on his body. It was as if a little flying squirrel was jumping around inside her chest.

There seemed to be someone sitting behind Li Xiao in the shadows. Sarah pressed a button on the binoculars, increasing the resolution.

But the next moment her gaze turned cold. She saw that there was an Asian woman sitting behind Li Xiao.

The woman's body was almost entirely pressed against Li Xiao's back, and she was wearing an ill-fitting hoodie.

Upon seeing Li Xiao wearing only a vest, Sarah immediately understood, and an unnamed flame instantly ignited in her heart.

Her pale fingers gripped the binoculars so tightly they groaned, and Sarah's beautiful face was covered in frost.

What Sarah Morgan sets her mind to, no one can take away from her!

Those two sluts who deliberately seduced her in the boxing ring have been chopped to pieces by her; that's the price she paid.

"Killed"

Sarah put down the binoculars, her face returning to normal, as if she had announced something insignificant.

"No, no... no, please forgive me!" Upon hearing this, Pete's expression changed drastically, and he stretched out his hands in surrender.

However, the two burly men ignored his struggles and dragged him straight behind the dense forest.

A moment later, a soft gunshot, fitted with a silencer, rang out.

"Let's grab some late-night snacks together," Sarah suggested. The cook then sliced ​​the roasted dodo meat into thin pieces and arranged them on a plate.

Matthew took the low stool handed to him by the chef and sat down. Now he wouldn't ask questions or raise doubts. He just needed to honestly complete the tasks assigned by the young lady. The last example was enough of a lesson.

"But the young lady really adores this young man," Matthew thought to himself, picking up a piece of food and chewing.

As expected of a bird that was eaten to extinction, Matthew felt his taste buds were completely awakened the moment he took a bite. It was only sprinkled with fine sea salt, but he felt it was better than any delicacy.

Who would have thought that in the Morgan family's primeval forest, they had domesticated no fewer than dozens of extinct animals, solely for the purpose of satisfying their appetites?

Moreover, only a handful of people from the vast family could taste it, and coincidentally, his young lady was among them.

Sarah ate with great elegance. She stood up straight, and with perfect posture, she picked up the food and slowly brought it to her lips. She gently closed her pearly teeth, bit off a piece of meat the size of a finger, and swallowed it into her cherry lips.

"After I finish what I'm doing, I plan to visit my cousin Kara."

"At your service at any time."