Start in America, and receive three assassins every day.

The time came to seven o'clock the next morning.

After Chen An and his group disembarked, they drove back to their home in Los Angeles. As he opened the door and entered the living room, a figure flew quickly toward him and landed steadily on his shoulder.

It was Nicholas Little White.

"Xiao Bai, have you missed me these past few days?" Chen An asked.

The little white man nodded humanely.

"What a gift! Boss, this crow can actually understand what you're saying, what the hell!" Karl held his head in his hands, looking utterly astonished.

Chen An said calmly, "Xiao Bai is quite smart and can understand some basic instructions."

The two then sat down, and Emily turned and went to the kitchen. When she returned, she was carrying a gift box, which she placed on the table.

Carl looked curious. "Boss, what's this?"

"Have you ever smoked a cigar?" Chen An asked.

Carl shook his head after hearing this. "No, but Rhett used to smoke it every day. I wonder what it tastes like?"

During their conversation, Emily opened the gift box, revealing an exquisite cigar box inside, clearly very valuable and exuding a strong sense of luxury!

Opening the lid, Chen An pulled out a piece and played with it in his hand. Then he put it to his nose and snorted, a faint scent of dried grass filling his nasal cavity.

This feeling was very different from the cigarettes he had smoked before.

"Boss, I've seen Rhett smoke one." Carl said, reaching out to pick one up and then starting to smoke it with practiced ease. He lit it, took a deep drag, and then slowly exhaled.

"Hmm! Not bad, boss. No wonder those big bosses smoke cigars; expensive things are just different!"

Seeing this, Chen An followed suit, cutting off the cap of the eggplant with his fingertips, slowly lighting it, taking a sip of the smoke, letting the smoke swirl in his mouth before exhaling slowly.

"Not bad." Chen An leaned back on the sofa, leisurely smoking a cigar.

At this moment, Xiaobai also came to the cigar box and picked up a cigar.

Upon seeing this, Chen An looked surprised. "Xiao Bai, you want to smoke too? Do you know how?"

"I want."

Understanding what Xiaobai meant, he didn't think much of it and lit a cigarette for Xiaobai himself, which Xiaobai smoked in a rather professional manner.

For a moment, the two people and the bird in the living room were smoking.

"Brother, when did you guys get back!" Chen Wan's voice came from behind, and the other person was seen rubbing their eyes as they came down from the second floor.

He sniffed the air, then looked at the cigar in Chen An's hand, and walked over curiously. "Brother, is this a cigar? Where did you get it?"

Chen An smiled and said, "It was a gift from a friend."

"Brother, can I have one to try?" Chen Wan was curious about what a cigar would taste like.

"No way! Smoking is bad for your health, you can't smoke." Chen An waved his hand in refusal.

"Then how could you smoke?"

Chen An smiled and said, "Of course I can smoke, I'm your brother. Besides, I'm just trying it out, I won't smoke often."

"Okay." Chen Wan nodded, then suddenly reached out her hand, asking, "Brother, did you bring me any gifts from New York?"

Chen An smiled and pointed at the other person, "Of course."

Then he took out a beautiful pink Glock 17 from his pocket. It was the one that White Tiger had taken from the armory of the Continental Hotel. He had taken a liking to its color scheme and appearance at first sight.

"How is it? Do you like it? There's only one left."

Chen Wan excitedly reached out and took it, looking it over from head to toe, and said with great delight, "Brother, I really like it."

"That's good."

Chen An and Carl then went to Residence No. 8. Hank was still fast asleep in bed, while the other two assassins had already gotten up.

So the two of them looked up what procedures were needed to set up a security company, and he needed to find someone to handle them one by one.

The assassins quickly listed all the necessary procedures.

Chen An and Karl took a closer look and realized there was quite a lot they wanted to get their hands on.

"Karl, do you know anyone who can get these things done as quickly as possible? Money is no object."

Faced with Chen An's question, Carl thought for a moment and said, "Boss, I thought of a friend who might be able to help us get it done, as long as we have enough money."

Chen An nodded, "Okay, then go and ask him. If possible, get it done quickly. If you encounter any difficulties, you can tell me."

"No problem, boss, I'll go ask right away."

With that, Carl went out, got in his car, and drove off to find his friend.

Just then, the cell phone rang.

He picked up his phone and saw that it was Black Wolf calling. What could this guy want to call at this hour?

Did he know that I wanted to find him to replenish my ammunition?

Then click to connect.

"Hey, Chen An, where are you?" Black Wolf's voice came through.

"What's up with the call from home?" Chen An replied.

"Do you have time to come over here? We can talk about arms."

Upon hearing this, Chen An's eyes lit up. "Black Wolf, you've finally come to your senses! Okay, I'll be right there."

"Okay, I'll wait for you."

After hanging up the phone, Chen An left the residence, got into his Chevrolet Corvette, and drove towards Black Wolf's location.

Half an hour later, the car came to a smooth stop in front of Black Wolf's residence. Chen An opened the door and got out of the car. The security guard at the door opened the gate as if they were old friends, and he stepped inside.

Black Wolf was already sitting on the sofa in the living room, waiting.

"Chen An, you're here."

"Black Wolf, I brought you some good stuff." Chen An smiled and took out two cigars from his pocket.

Upon seeing this, Black Wolf looked surprised: "Chen An, you've been living a more and more comfortable life lately, even smoking cigars now. I usually can't bear to smoke those."

"Are you kidding me? You earn so much money you can't even afford a cigar?" Chen An said.

"Alright, let's not talk about that anymore. Let's talk about the weapons. I didn't want to do this, but Taishan has been going too far lately. He not only stole my weapons, but also killed my men!"

"This has crossed my line!"

Chen An laughed and said, "That's easy. Just seize their weapons and then take care of them."

"That's right, but it's easier said than done. It's not that simple; we need to make a plan," Black Wolf said.

"So tell me, what plan have you come up with?"

Black Wolf shook his head. "I haven't thought about it yet."

"No, then why are you saying so much?"

"Didn't I call you over to think about this together? Aren't you going to participate too?" Black Wolf looked speechless.

Chen An said, "I don't know the situation yet. Send me the relevant information and I'll get back to you later."

"That works too." Black Wolf nodded.

"When should we start the plan so I can arrange the manpower?"

Upon hearing Chen An's question, Black Wolf pondered for a moment and then gave a specific timeframe, "It won't officially begin for at least ten days. I also have things to do during this time."

Chen An's expression shifted. "What do you want?"

Black Wolf smiled and took out an invitation. "The biggest comic convention in Los Angeles is in a few days. I never miss it every year."

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