Starting Work and a Cry for Help

The underwater server was built in the dock area, where a temporary warehouse was rented and operations were carried out directly.

The advantage is that once constructed, it can be deployed into the water nearby. The server can then be transported from the seabed to its designated location, circumventing most official monitoring methods and avoiding exposure.

Moreover, Henry didn't need large machine tools to build things. The vast majority of his work could be done by Heat Vision and manual labor, with only a small portion requiring auxiliary tools, but those weren't anything major.

Like lenses and needles made of various materials. The former is used to further reduce the diameter of the beam of Heat Vision, while the latter is used to adjust minute details.

This experimental underwater server, in particular, has no plans for repair, replacement, or upgrades. If it breaks down, it will be scrapped or recycled for reconstruction.

Therefore, many connection points don't need screws or slots; they can simply be soldered on. This saves a lot of trouble, materials, and processes.

It's autumn now, not because there are fewer bikini-clad women on the beach, but simply because a suitable location has been found, and the plan, simulated by Super Brain, is nearing completion, so construction has begun.

Just as Henry's construction was in full swing, the phone rang at the rental address.

Because the telephone ring was connected to a Henry alert device that could use an ultra-high frequency sound to remind him when he wasn't home. It was the same device as the call bell used in the Black Clinic.

Basically, within a radius of twenty kilometers, Henry didn't need to deliberately use his Super Hearing monitoring to notice that peculiar sound.

The phone is connected to an answering machine, so there's no need to go back to the rented apartment to answer it. What If...? the other party has something important to say, they will naturally leave a message.

But today was different. It was Charlize Theron on the phone, whom I hadn't heard from in a long time. Her voice was a little nervous and anxious. "Henry, I'm sorry, I don't know who to ask for help."

"What If...? you can hear this message, please help me. I don't know where I am, I only know I'm in a photography studio north of Hollywood. I'm sorry, I really don't know what to do. Help me..."

Hearing such a message, it was impossible not to be moved. But it wasn't about blindly searching for people north of Hollywood right away.

Henry stopped what he was doing and Super Speed back to his rented apartment. His first task was to check the phone records.

In the United States, phone calls include the caller's number. Regular phones don't display the caller's number, but the answering machines modified by Henry do record it.

Once you have a phone number, you can deduce the approximate area of the call from the number. This is based on the old practice of telephone exchanges, where numbers from the same exchange would have the same prefix.

Despite several upgrades and renovations to the telephone exchange, and the technology being vastly different from the past, the practice of allocating application numbers has not changed significantly.

Furthermore, it includes phone numbers and allows users to search for information in the Yellow Pages. However, the phone book entries are sorted by the name of the applicant or company, not by phone number.

For most people, finding a specific number is like finding a needle in a haystack. But for Henry, Kryptonian, it's a piece of cake. Unless the phone number he's dialing is too new and not recorded in the Yellow Pages.

Fortunately, the phone number Charlize Theron used was on record and registered under the Joseph Photography Studio.

This studio isn't listed in the Yellow Pages, so there's no address, only the studio's name.

However, this information was enough for Henry to narrow down the search area for Charlize Theron. He flew directly to the rooftop of a high-rise building in the target area and looked down over the area.

This place is very close to the San Fernando Valley, another mecca in Los Angeles comparable to Hollywood.

So, she was tricked into filming an adult movie?

Since he had only received a hasty phone call, Henry couldn't guess the cause and effect of the matter. So he simply stood on the edge of the rooftop, using his Super Senses to search for the girl who had asked for help.

Since the location is a photography studio, the focus should be on the signboard and similar layout, omitting obvious differences to shorten the search time.

Moreover, this area is far from the city center, with few high-rise buildings and mostly detached houses. The so-called high-rise building at Henry's feet is nothing more than a three-story apartment building. Even at that height, it already stands out from the crowd.

Henry quickly located Charlize Theron, more easily than he had imagined.

The girl was wearing a bathrobe, with nothing underneath. Everyone in the room was male, but there wasn't another man like Charlize, dressed in a bathrobe and ready for action.

And the equipment used was just a camera, not a video camera. So it was just taking pictures, not filming?

The person next to the girl was her agent, John Thaddeus Ross. This talent scout and agent was trying to persuade the girl under his wing who was feeling conflicted.

The content is about disrobing for art and such. If you take that step, you'll probably be one step closer to the San Fernando Valley.

Henry didn't barge in; instead, he hailed a taxi nearby. This wasn't a busy downtown area, so taxis were scarce, and finding one on the street wasn't easy.

After getting into the back seat, the driver asked, "Where are you going?"

Henry gave the address of the photography studio, which was very close to the pick-up point. The driver turned around in surprise, looked at the Passenger in the back seat, and asked, "Sir, the place you're going to is only two blocks away. Why don't you just walk there?"

Henry pulled out four or five twenty-yuan notes from his pocket, folded them in half, and handed them to the person in front of him. "Wait for me for ten minutes when we get there. I'll come out with someone and then leave. The fare is extra."

Hearing this strange request and the generous tip, the driver looked worriedly at the passenger in the back seat and asked, "Won't this get me into trouble?"

"What If...? you hear gunshots, run. I probably won't make it out alive."

"Walter!"

"Haha, just kidding. My friend and I are in a hurry to get somewhere else, and it's not easy to get a taxi here. You can understand, right?" Henry shook the banknotes in his hand again.

The driver took the money, but didn't seem inclined to accept it. "Considering the generous tip, I have to remind you. There's a photography studio at the address you're going to that specializes in taking photos of Playboys or San Fernando Valley women."

"They have some connections, so you'd better not get involved with them. Otherwise, I'll have to ask you to get off the bus. And this money is a warning fee."

"Are they a gang?"

"No, but even the black guys and Mexico in the South District don't dare mess with them. That's all I know."

After thinking for a moment, Henry said, "Let's drive. You can park a little further away, and if there's a problem, we can go ahead. Is that alright?"

The driver shrugged, put the money in his bag, and drove off.