"Useless trash, why didn't you do any research beforehand? You didn't even know the other party wasn't on set?"
Commissioner Smith quickly explained, "Mr. Cole, let me explain. I really didn't expect their media influence to be so strong. They even own the *Los Angeles Times*.
That dog Robert Iger even spoke up for them, getting ABC to give Gilbert a boost."
"What do you mean?" Mr. Cole roared, "Are you implying it's my fault?"
*Smash!*
A whiskey glass filled with whiskey smashed on Commissioner Smith's head, startling the several young girls nearby.
Mr. Cole pointed, "Get out..."
Commissioner Smith wiped the blood from his head and walked out without a word. His position within the organization was inferior to Mr. Cole's. If he had to take the blame, he had no choice.
Moreover, many people coveted his position, and they would kick him while he was down.
That's how this circle is; you enjoy the organization's various benefits most of the time, but you also leave behind a trail of weaknesses. If you fail to perform your duties at a crucial moment, you'll be discarded.
Commissioner Smith wasn't worried yet. Although the planned assault had failed, it didn't affect the overall situation, and he hadn't been exposed, so he wouldn't be abandoned for the time being.
He left the club, intending to return to his villa on Long Island and find two beautiful girls to vent his anger.
Every time something like this happened, he had to vent. Once, he even tortured someone to death, stuffing them into an oil drum, filling it with cement, and throwing it into the sea. Anyway, it was some wild child he'd gotten from who-knows-where; let them die!
Commissioner Smith was completely unaware that someone was following him, right up to his villa. But due to tight security, they couldn't follow him inside.
A few days later, the vacant villa next door to Commissioner Smith welcomed a new owner.
The homeowner was supposedly a stockbroker who had made his fortune on Wall Street. He had a beautiful wife and a lovely daughter.
This family had even visited him, as visiting neighbors was a normal occurrence. Integrating into a new community always involves making contact with neighbors, so Commissioner Smith didn't suspect anything.
Moreover, looking at the stockbroker's wife and daughter, Commissioner Smith felt a strange surge of desire.
He wanted to violate the stockbroker's beautiful wife and play sadomasochistic games with the stockbroker's lovely daughter, so Commissioner Smith began to pay attention to this family.
He noticed that the stockbroker was very busy, and the beautiful wife was a housewife. The beautiful daughter seemed to live at school and only came home on weekends, which gave Commissioner Smith an opportunity.
Because the gardens of the two villas were adjacent, Commissioner Smith could often see the beautiful wife across the garden. One day, under the pretext of looking at the flowers, the two started chatting across the garden.
As they chatted, the beautiful wife invited Commissioner Smith to her home, so Commissioner Smith specifically chose to visit when the stockbroker wasn't there.
Before long, the two became close friends who could talk about anything. Commissioner Smith also began to make lewd remarks, trying to seduce the beautiful young woman.
The alluringly beautiful young woman seemed rebellious, which presented an opportunity, but Commissioner Smith hadn't found one.
"Well, that's fine," he thought, "first I'll win over the mother, then the daughter."
Persistence paid off; perhaps due to loneliness, the stockbroker's beautiful wife finally took the bait, and the two enjoyed themselves.
One time led to another, and gradually their behavior became bolder. On one occasion, he even sneaked into the neighboring villa from his garden.
Having won over the mother, all that was left was to win over the beautiful daughter. He could have his way with both mother and daughter—life was good.
As for any problems the stockbroker might discover, he could simply reveal some inside information to make even more money. If he wasn't satisfied, the entire Wall Street was theirs, making it impossible for the stockbroker to move an inch.
What Commissioner Smith didn't expect was that the stockbroker was a genuine stockbroker, belonging to the Fruit Group. His beautiful wife was a woman he found in Amsterdam's red-light district, skilled in sexual acts.
His daughter was a trafficked girl; by acting in this scheme, she would gain legal status and a job.
The prospects were good; she could become a model or try her luck in Hollywood.
The mastermind behind this was none other than Rick Evans, known as the "Eye of Hollywood," who had long been working for Gilbert, belonging to the Mango Security Company's competitive intelligence office.
The members of this office were all retired intelligence personnel from the F.B.I agency, who joined Mango Security Company for the high salaries.
Their families received free medical care at Gilbert and Steve Jobs' medical center, their children could attend private schools run by Gilbert, and their wives could hold leisurely jobs.
In short, their families were supported by Gilbert, and their salaries were high, so these employees were completely loyal.
As for those without families, it meant they had no ties and wouldn't enter the core departments of Mango Security Company, only doing menial tasks.
Sarah had just finished serving Commissioner Smith and told him to go home. Commissioner Smith returned to his villa through the secret passage in the garden, unaware that the two men had suddenly appeared in the bedroom.
"Well done, Sarah. Looking at you, I almost believed you were a virtuous wife and mother."
Sarah smiled seductively. "How about it? Not inferior to those Hollywood actresses, right? But I don't understand, why did you have me record these videos?"
Sarah had just cooperated with Commissioner Smith in recording a very intense exercise video.
However, Commissioner Smith was unaware that the villa was riddled with hidden cameras, and everything he did was being recorded.
But that wasn't enough; it was just an exercise video. Next was a video of a girl being assaulted, a serious crime, but it would require his beautiful daughter to make a sacrifice.
"Don't ask what you shouldn't ask," Rick Evans handed the money to Sarah. "Just do your job, Eric. Thanks for today."
"You're welcome," stockbroker Eric asked. "When will this scene wrap up? I can't wait to see Smith's mournful face."
"Soon," Rick Evans said. "Once the boss approves, we'll officially move in. Smith is just a small fish; there are bigger fish behind him."
At this point, the boss Rick Evans referred to, Gilbert Jr., had finished filming *Cyberpunk EdgeRunners* and returned to Los Angeles.
However, he later visited the Watermelon Company's R&D lab to see the high-tech gadgets they were working on.
"This is a subcutaneous implanted listening device. It has a wide receiving range of 800 meters, and the signal is very clear."
"This is a button camera; even professional counter-espionage equipment can't detect it."
"And this—a belt, shoes, a complete set of equipment—can send and store information."
Gilbert looked at these novel gadgets, full of praise: "Anyone who didn't know better would think we were intelligence agents. Can we use them?"
"Mass production isn't feasible yet, but for testing, it shouldn't be a problem."
"Testing is enough. I'll have someone from Mango Company contact them later; you arrange a set of equipment for them."
"Yes..."
Alright, now the fish has taken the bait, the pot is ready, just waiting to kill it and then fry, stir-fry, boil, or sauté it.
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