America: The neighbor's wife is so incredibly hospitable!

"Knock knock knock".

A knock sounded on the door. It was unhurried, with a condescending politeness.

"Please come in."

Chen An's slightly tired and hoarse voice came from inside the room.

The door was pushed open. A group of uninvited guests, carried by the cold wind, rushed into the living room.

The room was dimly lit, with only a faint glow from the fireplace and a table lamp on the dining table.

The temperature was so low that Davis could even see his own breath when he came in.

He saw Chen An slumped on the sofa, his beard unshaven, with a half-empty bottle of whiskey in front of him.

Sarah sat to the side, head bowed, sobbing.

Meanwhile, the beautiful daughter Jessica stood in the corner, staring at them with a resentful expression.

Good evening, Mr. Chen.

Davis took off his leather gloves but didn't sit down because he thought the old sofa was dirty.

"I am Davis. I believe the messenger has conveyed my sincerity?"

"Fifty million."

Chen An didn't get up, but just looked up at him, his eyes cloudy. "Cash. Old bills, not consecutive numbers. Now."

"certainly."

Davis snapped his fingers.

Vincent stepped forward and placed the black briefcase on the table covered with "debt collection notices".

"Click".

The box was opened.

It wasn't a box full of US dollars, but rather a stack of documents underneath a layer of US dollars.

"Here is a deposit of one million US dollars," Davis said with a smile.

"As long as you sign this 'Agreement on Gratuitous Transfer of Assets' and the 'Declaration of Waiver of Recourse'."

"I will transfer the remaining forty-nine million to you within a month through my Cayman Islands account."

"What?! A month?!"

Chen An suddenly stood up, knocking over the wine bottle.

"You promised it would all be cash! I need the money right now, it's a life-or-death situation! I'll be arrested by the bank in a month!"

"Mr. Chen, please calm down."

Vincent sneered, "You have no right to bargain now."

"Look outside, I have twenty fully armed bodyguards."

"And you... only have two women and a security team that's almost run away."

"Do you think you can keep this mine if we're unwilling to pay?"

This is blatant robbery.

Exchange one million in cash and a bounced check for assets worth hundreds of millions.

"You...this is a scam! You're robbers!" Sarah cried out from the side, putting on a spectacular performance.

"This is business, madam," Davis said coldly, looking at her.

"Sign it. If you sign, you'll have this million, and you can live the rest of your lives in Mexico. If you don't sign..."

Several bodyguards behind him stepped forward, revealing the black butts of guns beneath their coats.

"Perhaps tonight, an unfortunate 'gas leak explosion' will occur here."

"After all, the story of your whole family committing suicide because of bankruptcy is quite plausible, isn't it?"

Threat.

Death threat.

The air in the living room seemed to freeze.

Jessica was trembling with fear. This time, she was half acting and half genuinely a little scared, clinging tightly to Chen An's clothes.

Chen An took a deep breath, as if making a final compromise.

His hands trembled as he picked up the pen from the table.

"If we sign... you'll let us go?"

"Of course. We're after money, not our lives," Davis said with a victor's smile.

Chen An lowered his head, the tip of his pen touching the paper.

All eyes were on the pen.

Right at this moment.

Chen An suddenly stopped.

He raised his head, and his previously cloudy and dejected eyes instantly became clear, sharp, and even carried a hint of mocking smile.

"I think... before signing, I should ask a few witnesses to come forward."

"A witness?" Davis was taken aback.

"What witness? Do you have a lawyer?"

"No, it's a more important witness."

Chen An didn't look at him, but instead looked at the door behind him leading to the kitchen, raising his voice:

"Mr. Robert, and... FBI Agent Williams."

"I think that recording of 'commercial intimidation' and 'premeditated murder threats' was interesting enough, wasn't it?"

Before he could finish speaking...

"Bang!"

The kitchen door was kicked open.

Robert White strode out.

Beside him were three agents wearing bulletproof vests with the word "FBI" printed on them, carrying automatic rifles.

at the same time.

"Splash—!"

On the second-floor railing, in the bushes outside the window, countless powerful flashlights suddenly lit up.

"Don't move! FBI!"

"Put down your weapons! Put your hands up!"

The Titan security team members who were just "on strike" outside suddenly appeared from all directions as if by magic.

Each person was holding a riot gun, the dark muzzle pointed at the thugs who hadn't even reacted yet.

In the infrared scopes of those thugs, several red dots were already locked onto the space between their eyebrows.

That was Ironhead and his sniper.

The situation was completely reversed in that single second.

Davis's smile froze on his face.

He looked at Robert, who exuded righteousness, and at the real FBI agents.

Finally, I looked at Chen An, who had sat back down on the sofa and was slowly lighting a cigarette.

"You...you..." Vincent collapsed to the ground in terror. "This is a trap?!"

"This is called 'luring the enemy into the trap'."

Chen An exhaled a smoke ring, stood up, and picked up the box that contained only one million US dollars.

"I'll accept the one million deposit. Consider it a birthday present for Jessica."

"As for you..."

Chen An pointed to the gate.

"Detective Williams, I think these men and Mr. Smith, who's still in jail, probably have a lot in common. Take them away."

"By the way, today is Jessica's birthday."

Chen An walked up to Davis, who was pale-faced, still maintaining his elegant demeanor.

"I don't want to see blood. So, please get into the police car with some dignity."

"Otherwise... Oh right, my Zeus hasn't had dinner yet."

in the corner.

A huge Caucasian Shepherd slowly emerged from the shadows, letting out a thunderous growl.

………………

An operation that could have devastated TerraPower and shaken Wall Street came to an end in the cold living room of this farm.

As Davis was handcuffed and led away, he glanced back at Chen An.

That was the look in the eyes of someone looking at the devil.

The police cars and FBI vehicles sped away.

The farm has returned to tranquility.

"call……"

Sarah slumped into her chair and let out a long sigh.

"Oh my god... that scared me to death. I thought they were really going to shoot."

"With me here, they have no chance."

Chen An walked to the dining table and pushed the briefcase to Jessica, who was still in a state of shock.

Happy birthday, Jessica.

"One million US dollars. That should be enough for you to buy the whole street at the market."

Jessica looked at the box of money, then at Chen An.

next second.

She screamed and threw herself into Chen An's arms without thinking.

"Ann! You're...you're the worst, but also the most handsome, bastard in the world!"

"Now, the crisis is over."

Chen An hugged her and whispered in her ear.

"Go change into that black lace dress. The celebration party tonight has only just begun."

"And... fill that big bathtub on the porch with water."

He turned to look at Sarah, his eyes burning.

"Tonight, we're going to have a proper celebration. The kind of celebration that lasts all night."