America: Starting with Daily Intelligence-Chapter 248 - 160 Security Work_2

Besides spending it outside, most of the time this money is directly deducted from the internal property card, and receipts are printed for daily expenses, but there will always be money exceeding the market standard, otherwise how would they make a profit?

Allen Zhang asked Sieg to prepare the equipment in advance, then drove over to pick up the people.

Time quickly approached the evening, Allen Zhang drove to the agreed location, parked the Jeep in the airport parking area, and got out of the car with bags of security equipment. Precisely on time, he contacted Lisa.

"You’ve arrived."

Lisa glanced at the time, showing exactly 9:59, and smiled as she shook hands, "Good time management. You truly are professional security personnel. May I know among you who is responsible for leading the work arrangements?"

Allen Zhang immediately pointed to Sieg, "This is Sieg Campri. He’s a retired captain of the Marine Corps and he’s in charge of commanding our security work."

"Hello, Mr. Campri." Lisa immediately extended her hand to Sieg in greeting.

"Hello, Ms. Lisa, thank you for trusting us by hiring our team for this security assignment. We will fulfill our duties diligently to ensure the safety of our employer," Sieg started with a set of polished industry-standard pleasantries.

"It doesn’t need to be too serious, this is just a routine assignment, there’s nothing too risky. The place we’re going to is a private island owned by a famous collector, very safe. What you need to do is ensure the employer’s mental and physical health, making sure he doesn’t drink too much or have relations with too many women. He has a heart condition," Lisa said.

"We are already aware of the employer’s identity, and we will advise him within our scope of responsibilities," Sieg responded. Whether he listens or not, that’s not our concern.

After all, at an hourly rate of 65 US dollars, why should I risk my life? It wouldn’t benefit me to offend the boss.

Allen Zhang also learned in the afternoon about the employer’s identity, a over seventy-year-old white man, single and divorced, with no children, suffering from epilepsy and potential heart disease.

He’s involved in investment and charitable affairs, also a senior executive at a private foundation. He had previously managed a foundation for a famous boxer from the 1970s and was later dismissed, but that didn’t stop him from becoming a multi-millionaire.

As for how he became a multimillionaire last century, one only needs to look at Mike Tyson’s agent, Don King, as they especially liked exploiting these uneducated Blacks.

They’re bloodsuckers! Sucking blood vigorously!

No wonder Lisa is so concerned about the landlord, after all, if she can take down this old man, she can directly inherit his fortune after he dies.

While chatting with Olivia, Allen Zhang learned that the old man was just out of the hospital last month. The doctor had advised him not to engage in strenuous exercise, nor to sit in cars and planes for long periods, to prevent epilepsy and heart attacks, but it’s unclear whether Lisa deliberately or unintentionally always arranged some stimulating activities for him, which is why she persuaded the old man to attend this gathering.

Even though she knew the program could easily trigger a heart attack, she still made the old man the main guest.

Buddy, aren’t you a bit too eager? The map of the West Coast is too short, isn’t it?

Your old baby is well-managed, he could live at least two more years. Can’t you wait?

However, these matters have nothing to do with the General Sect Leader. They just need to do their job.

The employer has not yet arrived, there’s still some preparation time. Lisa also took them to board the private plane early, touring the interior environment of the plane—a business jet priced at two million US dollars, with a feminine touch evident in its description.

Changed into security gear. Lisa also discreetly contacted a few people, handing Allen Zhang a small blue pill.

"What is this?" Allen Zhang looked puzzledly at Lisa.

"This is a medication to assist with managing heart disease and epilepsy. You need to ensure the employer takes it on schedule," Lisa said nonchalantly, "The private doctor who usually accompanies him had to take leave, and he handed these prescription drugs to me. To avoid any sudden incidents, you must strictly follow the schedule and procedures to administer them to him."

"..."

Do you think we can’t recognize what this thing is?

Giving the old man little pills, tired of him living long, huh? But indeed, managing heart disease does require taking small pills, these were developed precisely for treating heart disease, professionally correct, it seems not problematic.

Yet Sieg felt somewhat uneasy.

Allen Zhang chose to accept the pills, "Please rest assured, we will remind the employer to take his medication on time. There should also be emergency equipment on the jet, and if any abnormal situation occurs, we will treat the employer immediately to prevent any life-threatening situations."

"That’s good, if this trip goes smoothly, I will definitely apply to the employer to pay you guys an extra generous reward!" Lisa smiled, "But you better not talk about it everywhere, after all, the employer doesn’t want outsiders to know about his epilepsy and heart disease. He is a normal person."

"I think our employer can still live for at least twenty more years." Allen Zhang responded smoothly.

After a few more exchanges, Lisa turned and left contentedly.

Sieg felt something was amiss and whispered, "Why do I feel like this personal butler is intentionally trying to kill the employer?"