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

The bearded man carrying the Molotov cocktail hesitated for a moment, and actually didn't dare to take another step forward.

Because he realized that this crazy woman was truly capable of firing a gun.

"Who is that?"

Inside the car, Jessica put down her binoculars, her tone tinged with surprise.

There was even a hint of... excitement at meeting someone like her, "What a cool woman! And her gun-holding posture is even more perfect than mine!"

"If the information is correct."

Chen An looked at the figure, a hint of admiration flashing in his eyes.

"This woman's name is Irina. She is the daughter of the former factory manager of the Polaris factory."

"She is of Russian descent. It is said that she studied at a university in Moscow, majoring in...metallurgical engineering and Sambo fighting."

This is the person Chen An is looking for.

A princess with a strong background, currently in dire straits, and with a fierce personality, similar to a "princess of a fallen kingdom".

She's practically the perfect heroine for my harem drama.

"It seems our partner is in trouble."

Chen An activated the G63. "Hold on tight. Since we're here to acquire, we need to make a slightly... spectacular entrance."

………………

The main entrance.

The stalemate continues.

"Miss Irina! Don't be so stubborn!" The bearded man said, somewhat embarrassed and angry.

"Your crappy gun only has two bullets, while we have more than a dozen men here!"

"And besides, do you want all the old, weak, sick, and disabled people in this factory to die with you?"

"As long as I can take you away, I'm not at a loss." Irina's gun remained steady, her eyes resolute.

She really had no way out.

Her father passed away from a serious illness, the bank is pressing her for repayment of debts, and now this group of thugs has inexplicably appeared, forcing her to sell the factory at a low price.

This factory is her father's life's work, and she will never hand it over to these robbers.

"Damn it! Let's teach her a lesson! Drive! Run her over!"

The bearded man gave the order.

A pickup truck equipped with a crash beam roared to life, ready to crash into the iron gate.

Right at this moment.

"boom--!!!"

A more ferocious and deeper engine roar came from the end of the street than that of the pickup truck.

Before anyone could react, the others realized what was happening.

A black storm of steel has already swept in.

The matte black G-Class didn't slow down at all; instead, it crashed into the side of the pickup truck that was about to ram through the door like a cannonball!

"Bang!"

A loud bang.

The two-ton pickup truck was actually rammed by the G63 and slid sideways three or four meters.

Half of the car body was dented, and it almost rolled over.

In contrast, the G63 only had a slightly deformed front bumper.

This is a real land-based tank!

The entire room fell silent.

Everyone was stunned by the sudden violence.

The doors of the G63 opened.

A long leg clad in black tactical pants stepped down.

Next up were those tactical boots that held their ground firmly even in the snow.

Chen An got off the bus.

He wasn't holding a gun.

Wearing an expensive-looking black cashmere coat and leather gloves, his calm expression made it seem like he had just accidentally bumped into a trash can.

Meanwhile, Jessica jumped out of the passenger seat.

She wasn't going to be so polite; she immediately disengaged her M1911 and pointed it at the bearded man.

"Is this private property?"

Chen An walked between Irina and the group of thugs, looked around, and spoke with disdain.

"Is this a garbage recycling station? Why is there so much trash piled up at the entrance?"

"Who the hell are you?!" The bearded man, clutching his bruised arm, scrambled to his feet and roared.

"You dare hit my car? Do you know who we are? The Black Brotherhood..."

"Never heard of it."

Chen An interrupted him.

He walked up to Irina, his back to the group of thugs.

He looked at the Russian beauty who was still stunningly beautiful even up close, and even taller than in the photos.

Irina was already pointing a gun at Chen An, her eyes wary.

"Who are you? You want to take over my factory too?" Her voice was tense, like a fully drawn bow.

"Rob?"

Chen An extended a finger and gently pressed it against the barrel of her gun, slowly pushing down the still-warm muzzle.

"I'm here to save you."

Chen An looked into her eyes, where a powerful confidence and desire for control shone through her dark pupils.

"Let me introduce myself. I'm Chen An, the owner of Titan Resources."

"I brought checks, I brought orders, and I also brought... a broom to clean up the trash."

Upon hearing the words "Titan Resources," Irina's pupils dilated slightly.

That was the "white knight" her father kept talking about before he died in his hospital bed, the only one who might be willing to pay a fair price to acquire.

"You... are you really the Chinese man who discovered lithium in Montana?" Irina asked in disbelief.

"If you don't believe me, you can take a look at this."

Chen An took out a check from his pocket and held it between two fingers.

"Two million US dollars. This is just a small gift to help you bury your father and pay these workers' severance pay."

Before Irina could even reach out to take it.

The big-bearded man behind me has gone mad.

Two million?! That's my money!

The bearded man pulled a switchblade from his pocket and stabbed it towards Chen An's back, yelling, "Die, you yellow-skinned pig!"

"Watch out!" Irina shouted, instinctively reaching for her gun.

But she doesn't need to lift a finger.

"Bang!"

A gunshot rang out.

The sound didn't resemble a shotgun; it sounded more like the crisp crack of a .45 caliber pistol.

Jessica stood beside the car, holding a gun with both hands, smoke rising from the muzzle.

The shot landed precisely on the snow in front of the bearded man's feet.

The splashing ice shards hit his face, startling him so much that he collapsed to the ground, his crotch instantly soaked.

"Next time, it'll be between the eyebrows."

Jessica blew on the muzzle of the gun, her cool look making Chen An want to applaud her.

Chen An turned around, glanced at the burly man who had wet his pants, and shook his head.

"It's so dirty."

He looked at Irina.

"Miss Irina, I think we'd better go inside and talk. The air here... is polluted."

Irina looked at the powerful man in front of her, and then at the young girl who had amazing marksmanship.

Her tense nerves finally relaxed a little.

"Please come in."

She opened the rusty iron door.

"I don't care who you are, as long as you can help me get rid of these bastards... I'll even give you the factory."

"No need to send it."

Chen An walked through the gate and paused suddenly as he passed by her.

He whispered in her ear:

"I'm more interested in the female factory manager who can guard the gate with a shotgun than the factory itself."

Irina's face flushed slightly in the cold wind.

This man... is dangerous.

But for her now, this danger may be the only salvation.

She had no other choice!