Start in America, and receive three assassins every day.

Before we knew it, it was 6 p.m.

Chen An arrived at Andre's ward at Sacred Heart Hospital.

"Boss, you're here," Brooke said.

He nodded, his gaze falling on the weak, awakened Andrei on the hospital bed. He smiled slightly and walked over. "How are you feeling, Andrei? Are you alright?"

Upon seeing that it was Chen An, Andrei slowly said, "I feel alright, I won't die."

"You really scared me to death this time, but it's good that you're alright. I've already taken care of those who attacked you," Chen An said with a smile.

"Thanks, but I'm afraid my health isn't good enough to be a dock foreman anymore. I can retire. You can send someone to replace me then." Andrei said, looking at Ancia who was fast asleep beside him. "I plan to spend some time with Ancia from now on."

Chen An nodded. "Alright, in the end, it's still me who dragged you down."

"No need to say that," Andrei waved his hand.

Seeing this, he smiled and said, "When you're better, we'll have a good drink together. I'll prepare a few bottles of good wine for you then."

"Haha, An, you really understand me. The thought of not being able to drink for the next few days makes me feel terrible," Andrei said.

The two chatted for a while longer, and after half an hour, he got up to say goodbye: "Andrei, it's getting late, you should rest."

"I'm going back too; I still have some things to take care of."

Upon hearing this, Andrei pleaded, "An, let Ancia stay with you for a while. I can't take care of her right now."

Chen An looked puzzled: "What about Ancia's parents? I don't think I've heard you mention them."

"Alas, they both fell ill and passed away in their early years," Andrei sighed.

After listening, Chen An remained silent for a while, then nodded and said, "Okay, I'll take care of Anxiya for now."

Andrei patted Ancia on the shoulder: "My dear granddaughter, get up. Sleeping like this isn't good for your health."

Hearing her grandfather's voice, Ancia slowly sat up, rubbed her eyes, and slowly opened them, saying, "Grandpa, what's wrong?"

"Go back with Andrei, he will take care of you for a while," Andrei said.

"No!" Ancia shook her head. "I want to stay here with Grandpa."

Brooke then spoke up: "Ancia, you can come during the day and rest at the boss's place at night. Don't worry about leaving things here to us."

"Yes, go ahead," Andrei said. "Otherwise, Grandpa will be unhappy."

Seeing this, she remembered the skills of Chen An's men and finally nodded, "Alright, I'll come again tomorrow morning."

"Okay, go ahead," Andrei said.

Then Chen An took Ancia and drove towards the Ralph community.

I arrived home a few minutes later.

Ansia felt a little awkward looking at the unfamiliar surroundings.

"Ancia, what brings you here?!" Chen Wan, sitting on the sofa, looked surprised.

When Ancia saw that it was Sister Chen Wan, she went up and greeted her.

"Brother, what happened?"

In response to Chen Wan's question, he recounted what had happened to Andrei. Chen Wan nodded after listening and looked at Ancia, "You can stay here for the next few days and sleep with your sister at night."

"it is good."

Chen An also contacted Chen Long, instructing him to order O'Neill to take over the territory in Los Angeles' Chinatown and, incidentally, to plunder the money stored in the homes of the various leaders of the Huaqing Gang.

As for the address, it is naturally transmitted to the other party as well.

After doing all this, Chen An contacted Hank again and asked him to try hacking into the bank accounts or deposit locations of the Huaqing Gang members to see if he could withdraw the money.

Hank quickly replied, "Understood."

Seeing this, he put down his phone, took a hot shower, lay down on the bed, and began to think about which smuggled items he planned to order.

Luxury goods are one category, and we can add another; the range is sufficient.

Looking at the list of people who had previously collaborated with the Creek family, Chen An quickly noticed a product: the world's best-selling item, cigarettes!

If this were tax-free, it would be incredibly profitable, almost like printing money.

"This is it. Tomorrow, I'll have Chenlong contact the cigarette sellers and see how things go."

Chen An murmured.

Then he lay down on the bed and gradually drifted off to sleep.

.........

Meanwhile, in faraway Colombia, inside a heavily guarded fortress.

Drug kingpin Matteo Cauca was sitting on a glittering, gold-plated sofa.

He was shirtless, revealing his strong, scarred muscles, and his thick beard appeared even more rugged under the light.

He held a thick cigar between two fingers, the smoke rising slowly, unable to conceal the chilling ruthlessness in his eyes.

Beside him sat several of his suppliers. Each of these men was a notorious figure on America's most wanted list.

Their faces are enough to intimidate ordinary people.

At this moment, everyone's eyes were focused on Kauka, and the atmosphere was as heavy as if a boulder was pressing down on them.

"Kokka, what brings you all here today?" one of them couldn't help but ask.

Matteo Coca didn't speak; instead, his butler spoke for him: "Gentlemen, this is what happened. The Kree family in Los Angeles has been wiped out. According to information, it's very likely that an organization called 'Hydra' was behind it."

"If the Kree family is wiped out, we can find others to cooperate with. But this Hydra organization actually won't allow drugs into Los Angeles and refuses to cooperate with us."

Upon hearing this, everyone present turned grim.

One of them sneered, his tone full of disdain: "You really think you're something special just because you've dealt with one Kree family? You don't even touch drugs?"

"Who does he think he is, God? Trying to save these drug addicts from their misery? Pshaw!"

"Kokka, what exactly did they say?" one person asked.

Matteo Coca laughed, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth, "That's exactly what they said. Plus, the Fandy family doesn't do drug business, so we really can't find any big buyers in Los Angeles right now."

"Losing the Los Angeles market would be a major loss for us. A series of troubles would follow, and we would lose the money we used to bribe officials and the rewards we used to reward our subordinates. In the end, we would be left with nothing."

Listening to Kaka's explanation, everyone present knew that a solution had to be found today.

"Hmph!" one of them sneered. "If Hydra doesn't buy it, there are plenty of other buyers. Los Angeles is so big, I don't believe everyone can stand it."

"If all else fails, we can always sponsor others to buy it ourselves; that way we'll earn even more!"

These words immediately garnered the agreement of several people.

"Right! We'll sell it ourselves. Since this Hydra guy is so ungrateful, let's just ignore him and let him be. He won't dare to really break ties with us!"