Start in America, and receive three assassins every day.

Soon, Chen Wan walked to Chen An's side, wiped the mottled bloodstains on her face, and threw herself into his arms, her voice choked with sobs.

"Brother, thank you."

"Good sister, now that we have avenged our great enemy, let's leave this place and leave the rest to them."

Chen Wan nodded, and then Chen An led An Dong and the others out of the warehouse, leaving the rest to Chen Long and the others.

In the blink of an eye, they returned to their home in the Ralph community. Chen An first took a hot shower, and then sat down on the sofa in the living room.

Now that the Kree family has been dealt with, the potential threat has basically disappeared, and time can be used to slowly develop his power.

There's also the ten million dollars from the Fan Di family waiting for him. I wonder what surprises this system upgrade will bring him?

.......

On a transport plane bound for New York, the supposedly dead Kerry Weddell appears here, accompanied only by Agent Millard.

"Weddell, I just received a message from the CIA that your estate has been invaded, and Trevor and your son Creedwin have been captured and are most likely dead."

"Even Cobra Security suffered heavy losses and is doing everything they can to find you."

Kerry Weddell sat in his chair, his expression unreadable. "Call me Baird now. I'm not letting this go!"

That's the truth. The "Kerry Weddell" in the manor is his double, who has been in the shadows since he was thirty, and his appearance is almost identical, even his habits are exactly the same.

That's how he escaped crisis after crisis, but the thought of the Kree family's demise still tugs at his heartstrings.

That's the culmination of a century of hard work by the Kree family!

He won't let the Fan Di family and Shaquille O'Neal get away with this!

Fortunately, he had a backup plan, so he wouldn't lose completely. When he got to New York, he might still have a chance to turn things around!

"Weddell, good luck. This is all I can do for you." Millard patted Kerry Weddell on the shoulder.

"Thank you." Weddell smiled. "I'll transfer the money to your account later. Remember to keep my survival a secret."

"Of course, we're very close friends," Millard said with a smile.

at the same time.

In Los Angeles, the underworld was in turmoil. They had learned of the massacre of the Kree family and the whereabouts of Kree Weddell and all the core members were unknown.

This meant their territory was now vacant, but no one dared to make a move, because they knew that anyone who showed up now would be closely watched by the Los Angeles police.

At that point, forget about fighting for territory; you might even end up in jail!

Meanwhile, inside Carter Fandy's villa, he and Carleon were toasting and dancing wildly, the lights reflecting on their faces, their almost overflowing smiles impossible to conceal.

They have learned that the Kree family has been completely wiped out, and now they are the most powerful family in Los Angeles!

"Carter, I think it's time for us to make our move," Carleon said.

Carter Fandy nodded. "Yes, we can't let go of any of the Kerry family's docks, smuggling routes, or bar businesses. We should seize this dangerous moment and go all out."

"Anyway, we have someone to back us up. At most, we'll be interrogated for a day. Without evidence, there's nothing they can do."

Carleon said, "But the most important thing is to recover the existing funds of the Kree family. We need to give Chen Long ten million first, so we don't end up like the Bukry family."

"The other party is too terrifying; it's best not to offend them lightly."

Carter Fandy nodded in agreement, "You're right. It's best not to offend Chen Long. They're too mysterious. I heard that one of Cobra Security's Black Hawk helicopters was shot down. Cobra Security is having a tough time right now."

......

Meanwhile, Cobra Security was holding an emergency meeting. Apart from the consultant Rolls, all the other consultants were present in the meeting room.

At that moment, the door was pushed open with a loud bang, and several figures stepped in.

The middle-aged man at the head of the group wore a custom-made, thick dark charcoal gray suit. The fabric was crisp and durable, and the loose fit made his shoulders and back appear exceptionally broad. He rarely wore any fancy accessories.

Wearing a solid-color black turtleneck sweater underneath, without a tie, and casually loosening the collar, she sheds the formality of business and adds a touch of ruggedness from battle experience.

He wore dark handmade trousers and polished vintage leather work shoes, with a heavy leather belt discreetly hanging at his waist.

He suppressed his anger in his eyes, and without even glancing at the several advisors standing there, he went straight to his seat and sat down.

The lawyer and an elderly man with white hair followed behind, their aura making everyone hold their breath.

"As you all probably know, Cobra Security Company has once again become infamous, and not for a good reason."

"Thirty security personnel, led by three three-star security guards, were wiped out in less than ten minutes without making a ripple. They even lost several special cars and a Black Hawk helicopter."

"We've also been the subject of official complaints, with demands for compensation of approximately eight million US dollars."

Upon hearing this, Lawrence turned pale and slumped into his chair. Some of the other advisors showed sympathy, while others watched the scene unfold with an attitude of indifference.

"Laures, you're in charge of this mission, what's going on?"

Upon hearing his boss's question, he quickly defended himself, saying, "Mr. Wayne, this was a mistake by the intelligence department; they rated this mission as three stars."

"But our opponent's strength is far beyond three stars; it's at the five-star level!"

"Bullshit! Rolls-Royce, it was clearly your own mistake, don't blame it on our intelligence department!" The advisors in the intelligence department wouldn't admit it, don't even think about shifting the blame onto them.

"Enough!" Wayne snapped, and Lawless and his companion, who had been shifting blame to each other, fell silent, and the surroundings returned to quiet.

"You are both at fault in this matter."

"Laurence, this mission is supposed to have a reward of twenty million, right? Why did you decide on your own not to collect a deposit? Also, do you think it's normal to offer twenty million dollars for a three-star mission?!"

"This is all your fault, caused by your greed!"

"And the intelligence department, they didn't even find out how many people the enemy had, and their judgments about the types of firearms they used and their marksmanship were all wrong."

The intelligence advisor began, "Mr. Wayne, we have indeed been investigating this very seriously."

Wayne snorted coldly.

"Do you really believe that these people's strength has increased dramatically in just a few days?!"

Wayne looked at everyone present.

Everyone quickly shook their heads.

"I don't believe it!"

"That's impossible."