America: Starting with Daily Intelligence

Chapter 63 Chain Reaction

"Don't look at me like that, I've already given up."

Blitz answered frankly.

"My online accounts and personal ID information are on the Department of Defense's list. Almost everyone with a criminal history like me has a special file that is sealed and archived. If I'm just doing normal work, it's not a problem. But if I do something outrageous, try to create a fake identity, or use that fake identity to do bad things, they can quickly use big data networks to filter and deduce my identity, then remotely locate my IP address, and assign the local police or even the FBI to carry out an arrest plan against me! So I basically don't go online except for work requirements."

As a hacker who once wreaked havoc online, the day your true identity is revealed, you have already lost your personal freedom.

It's like a toothless tiger turning into a cat in a zoo.

The National Defense Cyber ​​Security Bureau has records of his preferred attack and escape methods, meaning that if he is targeted domestically, he has virtually no chance of fighting back.

However, Blitz isn't exactly a black hat; he's been a cybersecurity programmer for over twenty years and is already a proper white hat.

Even when I was at my lowest point, I never thought of hacking an ATM to make it dispense coins and alter the last few digits of my bank account.

Even if he could remotely control something, the consequence would be nothing short of self-destruction.

"Setting up a shopping website shouldn't be a problem, right? I can do it using my identity." Jason chuckled.

"Of course, I really want to earn some extra money. It's not illegal, just unethical." Blitz nodded with satisfaction; young people these days really have too many clever ideas.

What a talent!!

Zhang Ailun was filled with emotion.

What merit or ability does Camp 19 have to gather such outstanding talents as you?

Rather than a gathering of elites, it was more a result of the prevailing environment, where even a player as strong as Blitzcrank was forced to live on the streets.

He was once a king, but later he developed diabetes, incurred exorbitant medical expenses, and went bankrupt.

Jason and Blitz started discussing building a website, but they needed initial funding and to buy several computers with internet access.

Even after establishing the website, Blitz doesn't have much time to maintain it. He would only consider quitting his job to do it full-time if he earned enough to support his daily life.

Jason and Fitz were going to get this sorted out: buy a few used computers, get an internet connection, and set up their office in the basement they rented.

By the way, we also brought those two incredibly unlucky guys, the one with the mohawk and the one with the dark tattoos, back into the team, mainly to get them to contribute money to the team as well.

Zhang Ailun wasn't particularly interested in their business and declined Jason's offer to join him. After all, this kind of thing was definitely not a long-term business; collecting cans and reselling vehicles was more reliable.

The group continued their discussion into the night. They only parted reluctantly when Blitz couldn't keep up.

Zhang Ailun also received a message from Reina and chatted with her for a while.

I learned that the other person had been busy all day and barely had time to use their phone. So, we can only wait until another day when everyone has more time to get together and have drinks.

……

[Daily News: A homeless Black man illegally possessing a gun was shot and killed by four police officers with 37 bullets. A bloody conflict erupted at Sanjid's Bar in the evening. Southern Precinct officers responded to a call and launched an emergency investigation, arresting and issuing warrants for those involved. The Singed Gang was wiped out overnight. The latter half of Sanjid's Bar was shut down and prohibited from operating. The bar owner was fined $20,000. Playboy Mary and her bartender colleagues saw their income plummet by 70%, and Mike was fired. With a significant drop in customers and the onset of winter, the Sanjid owner is considering selling the bar and hiring a garbage collector.]

The next morning, the first message Zhang Ailun received upon waking up astonished him.

Are those homeless black men really gone?

Did the Singed Gang also disappear?

Good grief, I told you you shouldn't be too arrogant.

Just then, Officer Miguel was hospitalized after being retaliated against by a black man. During the day, a crackdown was launched on those two streets, resulting in the death of a homeless black man. At night, there were frequent clashes and bloodshed, leading to a fatality.

What an unlucky guy.

Zhang Ailun thought that if he hadn't reported those black men for illegally possessing firearms, the Sanji Bar incident, although involving police officers, wouldn't have escalated, and the relevant individuals and gang members wouldn't have been completely eliminated.

The crackdown on organized crime is really intense!

It is very likely that the issue with Officer Miguel also triggered a chain reaction in the development of the situation.

These days, officers in the Southern Precinct can't stand the sight of an old black man on the street. Would you dare to act recklessly under their noses? Their enforcement is unequivocally tactic: draw your gun and shoot!

Yay!

Good riddance, old Michael. May there be no more Hamilton Sir Ultra-Thin Mechanical Watches on the streets.

【每日情报：维金街头绿门洗衣房后院的黑市跳蚤市场内，穿着绿色背心的髒辫黑人小D会在10:24分摆摊销赃一尊在盗窃过程中前蹄损毁的唐人街陶瓷马，低价45美元出售。西部拓荒时期产自1860年的威廉埃里铂金怀表低价20美元出售。虫吃鼠咬的大明通行宝钞一贯面额银票低价15美元出售。】

What? There are black-clad guys selling stolen goods at the flea market?

Your thieving skills are terrible! You managed to break a horse's hoof while stealing something?

A horse stumbling is a bad omen!

Let me take on this risk!

The antique trade is too complex; Xiao Heizi can't handle it!

【每日情报：加州含洛城在内的局部地区于11:28分将会下小雨，15:40分转中雨，徬晚22:15分转雷暴雨。雷电将会击中贫民窟的塔尖及电力设施，预计将会面临大规模停电与公路设施停摆。】

Weather forecast?

This information is a bit outrageous. We don't know how big the thunderstorm will be, how wide its impact will be, or whether it will flood the bridge camp.

Zhang Ailun didn't wake Dominic. He got up, washed up quickly, stretched, and started jogging, where he ran into Sieg, who had also gotten up.

The two greeted each other and then ran around the area under the bridge together.

Zhang Ailun also asked the other person, "Sig, do you think the police will help you reinstate your identity?"

"Maybe, but the military will most likely not retain my veterans' benefits. They will definitely find all sorts of excuses to shirk responsibility and minimize the impact of this matter," Sieg replied helplessly. He had basically seen through those in high positions.

What democracy, what freedom, what legalization of prostitution? I curse your mother and great-grandmother.

"What are your new plans after you regain your identity?" Zhang Ailun asked.

"My plans? Of course, I'll keep collecting cans."

Sieg felt it was only natural. "I have nothing left. I'm an undocumented immigrant with all my assets wiped out. I don't own a house, and I don't have any veteran benefits. Even if I regain my status, I'll still be a poor person and won't be able to find a decent security job. My life hasn't changed at all."

"I wouldn't recommend that you spend your whole life collecting cans."

Zhang Ailun said, "You're physically healthy and have military service experience, so you're more suited for other jobs. Have you ever thought about what you'd do after you're discharged?"

Sig pondered for a moment and said, "You're right. I was thinking that after I left the army, I might partner with a friend to open a security company? Or a gun shop? I didn't learn anything in the army except this."

"Armed nation? Great idea! I have high hopes for your future, keep it up!"

Zhang Ailun nodded appreciatively, then joked, "But for now, you should honestly go and collect cans to save money and accumulate initial capital."

"That's true." Sig said optimistically.

(End of this chapter)