America: Starting with Daily Intelligence
Chapter 63 - 63 63 Chain Reaction

63: Chapter 63: Chain Reaction 63: Chapter 63: Chain Reaction “Don’t look at me like that, I’ve long since quit.”

Blitz calmly answered.

“My online account and personal ID information are all listed at the Ministry of Defense, almost everyone with a dark past like me has a dedicated archival record.

If I were just working normally, there would be no problem, but if I were to do something out of line, like trying to forge a fake identity to do bad deeds, they could swiftly use big data networks to filter and infer my identity, then remotely locate my IP address, and assign local police stations or even the FBI to implement an arrest plan!

So aside from work requirements, I hardly go online.”

As a hacker who once stirred up trouble online, the day you willingly expose your real identity is the day you lose your personal freedom.

It’s like a toothless tiger turned into a cat in a zoo.

What attack and escape methods he excels at are also recorded by the National Cyber Security Bureau, and being watched domestically means there is virtually no room to fight back.

However, Blitz isn’t exactly a genuine black-hat hacker; he has been a cybersecurity programmer for more than twenty years and is a bona fide white-hat.

Even at his worst, he never thought about hacking ATMs to spew out gold coins or altering the last few digits on bank cards.

Even if he could remotely control that sort of thing, the consequences would be nothing short of self-destruction.

“Just setting up a shopping website should be okay, using my identity,” Jason chuckled.

“Of course, I’d indeed like to earn some extra money.

It’s not illegal, just unethical.” Blitz nodded approvingly, today’s youth really do have too many tricks.

Such talent!!

Allen Zhang couldn’t help but feel emotional.

How on earth has the Bridge No.

19 Camp managed to gather such outstanding talents as you?

Rather than saying it’s a gathering of heroes, it’s more like being influenced by the environment, that even a player as strong as Blitz is forced to wander the streets.

He was once a king, but then got diabetes and went bankrupt paying exorbitant medical bills.

Jason and Blitz started discussing the website setup, but it still required some initial capital and purchasing several networkable computers.

Even if establishing a website, Blitz doesn’t have much time to maintain it unless the money earned can sustain his daily life, then he would consider resigning and doing this full time.

Jason and Fitz went to sort this out, buying a few second-hand computers and pulling a network cable, their office location being in the basement they rented.

While at it, they decided to bring back two unlucky brothers with mohawks and dark gothic tattoos to the team, mainly to have them also chip in financially.

Allen Zhang wasn’t too interested in their business and politely declined Jason’s attempt to draw him into the partnership, as he knew such ventures wouldn’t last long.

Picking up cans and flipping cars seemed more reliable.

The group discussed deep into the night.

When Blitz could no longer keep up, they reluctantly dispersed.

Allen Zhang also received a message from Rena, chatting with her for a while.

Learned that she had been busy all day, barely having time to play on her phone.

They’d have to wait until another day when everyone had time to go out for drinks.

…

[Daily Intel: Homeless black man illegally armed was shot dead by 37 bullets by four officers near Sunkist Bar; bloodshed incident occurred in the evening, Southern Branch officers received an emergency call to investigate, arrests and warrants issued for involved individuals, Sindred gang obliterated overnight.

The latter half of Sunkist Bar was closed, banning business, the bar owner fined $20,000, incomes of Bunny Girl Mary and bar’s colleagues dropped by 70%, Old Mike got sacked.

The bar’s customer traffic significantly reduced entering the winter season, Sunkist bar owner considering selling, recruiting sanitation workers.]

The next morning, the first message Allen Zhang received made him exclaim in surprise.

Those homeless blacks are really gone?

And the Sindred gang too?

Well, I say you shouldn’t be too arrogant in life.

Just happened to catch Officer Mig being hospitalized due to Black people’s revenge, and during the day they cracked down on those two streets, killing homeless Old Black.

And at night, it just so happened to be a time of frequent bloody conflicts, causing deaths.

Just my lousy luck.

Allen thought that if he hadn’t reported those Black people for illegal possession of firearms, the Sunkist Bar incident might have involved police officers, but at least it wouldn’t have been blown out of proportion, and the relevant people and gang members wouldn’t have been completely wiped out.

The crackdown really went a bit overboard!

Most likely it was also because of Officer Mig’s issue, causing a chain reaction in the development of the situation.

Now the police officers in the Southern Branch look at the street-side Blacks in a way that’s nothing short of hostile, and you dare to act up right under their watch?

Law enforcement is definitely trigger-happy!

Great.

Old Mike, you left us for good, may the streets be free of Hamilton jazz ultra-thin mechanical pocket watches.

[Daily Intel: In the Black Market flea market in the backyard of Green Door Laundry on Viggen Street, a Black person with dirty dreadlocks, named Little D, will be setting up a stall to sell stolen goods at 10:24 AM.

These include a Chinatown ceramic horse with its front hoof damaged during the theft, priced at 45 US Dollars.

A platinum pocket watch from the William Erie era, from the westward expansion period of 1860, for 20 US Dollars.

Chewed and nibbled Ming Dynasty currency, a one-string face value silver bill, for only 15 US Dollars.]

What?

Little Black D is selling stolen goods at the flea market?

Your thieving skill is so poor?

You even managed to break the horse’s hoof while stealing something?

Losing the front hoof – that’s not a good omen!

Let me take on this risk myself!

The waters of antiques are too deep, Little Black D can’t handle it!

[Daily Intel: Part of California, including Los Angeles, will experience light rain at 11:28 AM, turning into moderate rain at 3:40 PM, and transforming into a thunderstorm by 10:15 PM at night.

Lightning is expected to strike the spire and electrical facilities of slums, expected to cause widespread power outages and halting of road facilities.]

Weather forecast?

This intel is a bit outrageous, not knowing how big this thunderstorm will be, how wide its impact could be, or if it might flood the bridge tunnel camp.

Allen didn’t wake Dominic up, he got up, freshened up quickly, stretched a bit, and started jogging, just in time to meet Sieg who had also just gotten up.

They greeted each other and started jogging around the bridge tunnel area together.

Allen also asked him, “Sieg, do you think the police department will help you restore your identity?”

“They might, but the military is very likely not going to preserve my veteran benefits.

They’ll definitely find all kinds of excuses to shirk responsibility and minimize the impact of this matter,” Sieg replied helplessly, as he pretty much saw through those at the top.

What democracy, what freedom, what legalization of leaves, damn their ancestors.

“Do you have any new plans after your identity is restored?” Allen asked.

“Plan?

Of course, I’ll continue collecting cans.”

Sieg felt it was natural, “I have nothing left.

As an illegal resident, all my assets were cancelled, no house, no veteran benefits, even if I restore my identity, I’m still a poor man.

I can’t find a decent security job, there’s no change in my life.”

“I wouldn’t recommend you collect cans for the rest of your life.”

Allen said, “You’re physically able, and with a military background, you’re more suited for other jobs.

Have you thought about what you’d do after you retire from the military?”

Sieg thought for a moment, “You’re right, initially I thought maybe after retiring I’d open a security company or a gun shop with a friend?

I didn’t learn anything in the military, except I’m only good at this.”

“Armed Nation?

Great idea!

I look forward to your future, go for it!”

Allen nodded appreciatively, and joked, “But for now, just honestly continue collecting cans to save up some initial capital.”

“That’s true.” Sieg replied optimistically and cheerfully.