Start in America, and receive three assassins every day.

"Of course I'm here to see you," the elderly white man said calmly.

Kerry Weddell frowned. "Looking for me? I'm barely able to take care of myself right now, how can I help you?"

"You are the godfather of the Gambino family, one of the five great families in New York. It's more like I should be the one needing your help."

Faced with Kerry Weddell's taunts, the elderly white man simply smiled and said, "I know a little about your situation. Even if you're hiding in the Continental Hotel now, with their protection, you'll still have to get out of here once you run out of currency."

"He'll die a horrible death on the streets of New York sooner or later."

Hearing Carlo Gambino's words, his face darkened. The other man was right; he had been staying here without any source of income and would be kicked out sooner or later.

That will be the day of my death.

Thinking this, Kerry Weddell looked at the other man and said, "Carlo, you've said so much, I suppose you have your own reasons. Tell me, what do you want from me?"

After listening, Carlo Gambino slowly took out a piece of paper and a pen from his pocket and said, "I need your connections in Los Angeles, especially Agent Millard. I've wanted to get to know him for a long time."

"By the way, I need to speak with Sean Luke. I heard he's in New York. You must know his location, so could you please tell me?"

Upon hearing this, Kerry Weddell's expression shifted.

He thought to himself that Carlo Gambino was really ambitious; his goal was obvious at a glance—he also wanted a share of the Los Angeles business.

With his own network of connections and Milad's protection, he didn't need to start from scratch. It was like renaming the Kree family the Gambino family, but had the other party forgotten about the Fandi family and Hydra?

"Carlo, I know what you're thinking, but if you dare to interfere in Los Angeles, I guarantee you'll suffer a terrible death."

"Oh," Carlo Gambino said calmly, "Why?"

"Hydra won't let you succeed. You'll be the next Kree family. They even wiped out the Cauca Group in Colombia!" Kree Weddell said.

But Carlo Gambino didn't care. He picked up his black coffee, took a sip, and then said, "My Gambino family has no grudge against them. Besides, we're after the drug trade, and I've heard that there hasn't been a single big player there yet."

"Besides, my family isn't someone you can mess with. I have plenty of ways to deal with them!" Carlo said with extreme confidence.

Kerry Weddell fell silent.

What the other party said was correct. The five major families in New York were indeed more powerful than his family. They had a long history and at their peak, they had penetrated various industries, although they were gradually declining now.

But they must have some hidden methods, otherwise they wouldn't have survived for so long.

Realizing that he indeed needed the other party's help in his current situation, Weddell looked up at Carlo.

"Carlo, I can tell you, but how will you help me?"

Upon hearing this, Carlo Gambino's expression remained unchanged, as if he was certain that Kerry Weddell would agree.

"I will pay for your stay at the mainland hotel in the currency. Of course, you can also leave if you want. I will send someone to secretly take you out of New York."

Kerry Weddell waved his hand. "I'd rather stay at the Continental Hotel. To tell you the truth, Hydra has already arrived in New York. They're ruthless, and it's too dangerous to leave now."

"Perhaps Hydra is also eyeing New York's underground markets," Kerry Weddell said.

"You don't need to worry about that. Just do as I say, and maybe I'll talk to Hydra on your behalf and get them to let you go," Carlo Gambino said.

"Okay!" Kerry Weddell nodded without hesitation, as there was no other way at the moment, but he pushed the paper and pen back to Carlo.

Upon seeing this, Carlo Gambino frowned. "What do you mean by that?"

"I'm sorry, I can't completely trust you, so I need to wait until I'm safe before I give you everything. Right now, you can only get information about Sean Luke."

Carlo pondered for a moment, nodded, put away his pen and paper, and smiled, "No problem, but haven't you considered sending assassins from the Continental Hotel to deal with Hydra?"

Upon hearing this, Kerry Weddell gave a bitter smile. "Half the money has been spent, and there hasn't been a single piece of news. All the assassins we sent have disappeared; they're basically dead. Now the bounty on their head has been raised to a point where I can't afford to pay it."

Upon hearing this, Carlo Gambino's pupils contracted, and he muttered, "It seems I underestimated this suddenly appearing organization."

........

at the same time.

Chen An and his two companions took a taxi and, following Karl's directions, arrived at the lobby of a five-star hotel to check in.

Led by the receptionist, they arrived at the presidential suite.

"Sir, Madam, this is the presidential suite you booked. It has a total area of ​​approximately 400 square meters and is fully equipped. The dining area is downstairs."

"Of course, you can also call the landline in the suite, and someone will deliver your meals. If you have any questions, you can also call us to come over."

"Are there any other questions? If not, I won't bother you any longer."

Chen An smiled. "No, thank you."

"Okay, have a pleasant stay." The receptionist said before leaving the suite and gently closing the door.

After everyone left, Chen An sat down on the soft Italian leather sofa, while Karl looked around with a sigh.

"Boss, this is the first time I've ever stayed in a presidential suite. It's even more luxurious than our house."

Chen An said, "Nonsense! Twenty thousand US dollars a night, how could it not be luxurious?"

"That's expensive! Half a month's worth of that money could buy my car." Carl nodded in agreement, then asked, "Boss, what do we do now?"

"Wait for news. You can also wander around. We'll call you if anything comes up."

Hearing his boss say that, Carl nodded: "Then I'll go and have a look around."

"Go."

Meanwhile, the six members of the Snake group arrived at New York City Airport.

The Rooster took out its phone from its pocket, entered a number, and pressed dial.

The call was answered quickly.

"Hey! Who is it?"

The rooster said, "Mr. Sean, it's me. We spoke before."

"Oh! I remember now, it seems you've arrived in New York?"

"Yes, can the trading time be moved forward?"

A reply came quickly from the other end: "Not at the moment. I have other things to take care of right now. Let's stick to the original time and place."

After hearing this, the Rooster didn't say anything more, but agreed, "Okay, see you then."

After hanging up the phone, he led the five men out of the airport, hailed two taxis, and drove towards downtown New York City, awaiting his husband's orders.

Not long after, Chen An, who had been waiting in the hotel for a long time, received a report from Chen Long, who said that he had found the location where Kerry Weddell had recently disappeared.