Start in America, and receive three assassins every day.

"Of course, if I didn't have some skill, how could I have succeeded in such a dangerous situation?" Chen An smiled faintly.

"That's a bit too much! I saw those three people dodge bullets with my own eyes. How fast do their reflexes must be? I've never encountered anything like it before!"

Clearly, Black Wolf was equally shocked and incredulous at the strength displayed by Aquarius and the others.

"Well... it probably requires talent and hard training. Aquarius and the others are all experts with their own areas of expertise. They achieved this result entirely through their hard work and sweat," Chen An replied haphazardly.

As for whether it's true or false, Black Wolf has no way of verifying it.

"No wonder you dared to cause such a commotion in Los Angeles. If I had the help of these experts, I wouldn't be worried at all. You're just too lucky to have such powerful subordinates."

At this moment, Black Wolf was very envious of Chen An. Why couldn't he encounter powerful mercenaries like Archer? That would save him a lot of trouble.

"By the way, Black Wolf, I'm heading back to Los Angeles soon. Leave things here to Shooter and the others. Feel free to contact me if anything comes up," Chen An said.

"Okay." Black Wolf nodded in agreement without much thought.

After several hours of travel, they successfully returned to Black Wolf's base. Chen An did not linger and got into the car, heading towards a nearby city.

Arriving at a hotel that was already open, he used his teleportation ability to switch places with Libra again, and thus returned home.

"Los Angeles is still the best place to live. The weather in the Middle East is hot and dusty, and it's not easy to get used to living there for a long time," Chen An remarked.

Then Chen An got up, left the bedroom, and sat down in the living room.

Nicholas Little White also flew in through a window and landed on his shoulder, but its eyes were fixed on the coffee table in front of it.

There, several briefcases were neatly arranged, filled with stacks of US dollars. Chen An exclaimed excitedly, "Not only did we take care of Taishan, but we also made so much money! This is fantastic!"

"Unfortunately, all this money is illicit; it needs to be laundered before it can be used."

Click!

The lock was turned, and then the door was opened. Carl walked into the room looking anxious. Carl immediately saw Chen An and quickly approached him. "Boss, I heard from Rhett that Vincent is in Syria now, is that true?!"

Chen An nodded, "It's true. I met him once, but unfortunately he was very cautious and didn't have time to make a move."

"Boss, Vincent isn't so easy to deal with. Fortunately, he's in Syria. If he were still in America, it would be much more difficult."

As Carl spoke, his gaze inadvertently fell upon the large amount of US dollars on the table. His eyes widened. "Boss! Where did you get all this money? There must be at least twenty million!"

Chen An said calmly, "I won some money, but it's all illicit money. It's too much trouble to deposit it in a bank, but it's enough for my daily expenses."

"That's easy," Carl said. "Susan knows how to launder money. You can contact her; her fee is only 4%. Want to get in touch?"

Chen An's expression shifted. "This Susan really knows a little bit about everything. Let's go with her. The 4% commission is acceptable. Anyway, this money will come very easily."

It was just something I did on a whim.

"By the way, Cameron is with Hank right now, and it seems he has something to tell you," Carl said.

Upon hearing this, Chen An was slightly taken aback. "Cameron, it really has been a long time since I've seen him. It would be good to see him and see how things are going for him."

Chen An then got up and led Carl toward House No. 8. Once inside, they could hear Cameron and Hank chatting.

Hearing the commotion, the two turned around and saw that it was Chen An, the boss, and quickly stood up.

"Boss, you're here!"

Cameron also said respectfully, "It's been a long time, boss."

"Cameron, you're doing pretty well lately. Wearing a suit and tie, and with that watch on your wrist, you look every bit the elite," Chen An said.

Cameron at this moment is completely different from when they first met. Back then, Cameron was stealing from him because he was struggling to make ends meet, but now he is clearly doing very well.

Cameron quickly flattered, "I just didn't want to lower your image, boss. Carl and Hank are always dressed so well, I thought I'd change my clothes too. Anyway, I still have some spare money, hehe."

Since Chen An recovered, he has also recovered and has started his own business, earning about $50,000 a month.

But compared to my previous life, my current life is like heaven and hell.

"By the way, boss, there's something I need to tell you," Cameron suddenly said solemnly.

Chen An looked curious. "Tell me about it."

Cameron said, "Hey boss, before you left you told me to expand the group, right? Now most of the unemployed and beggars in Los Angeles have joined, and the number has reached ten thousand!"

"These people are very grateful to you. I wonder if we need to continue expanding?"

Chen An was slightly startled.

Cameron has quietly amassed so many followers, ten thousand people! With a little more effort, he might even be able to run for mayor of Los Angeles!

He thought so.

Chen An said, "Well done. Continue to recruit more people. The money is no longer important to us. What we need is for those people to be grateful to us."

"And if they perform well, tell them they might have the opportunity to work for a big company with a starting salary of $200,000 a year!"

Cameron nodded. "Got it, boss! I'll have people spread the word as soon as I get back."

Chen An patted the other person with satisfaction, "Work hard, I'll give you a raise later."

"Thank you, boss, I'll do my best!" Cameron knew that Hank and Carl, two of his long-time employees, both owned sports cars, which made him extremely envious.

If he handles this matter well, the boss might reward him with a sports car, something he never dared to dream of before.

"Okay! Let's get to work," Chen An said.

Just then, his cell phone rang in his pocket. He picked it up and pressed the answer button, and Ida's voice came from the other end.

"Chen An, are you in Los Angeles?"

Chen An smiled and said, "Yes, what's up, Officer Ada?"

"Hogg, the new guy at the police station, got promoted today and had a party. Do you want to come? I also want to talk to you about something."

Chen An agreed, "Okay, what time tonight?"

Ada: "I'll come pick you up then. Wait for me at home."

"No problem. I have some impression of Hogg. He risked his life to rush up and kill the sniper on the rooftop, which left a deep impression on me. I'll just buy him a gift to thank him."

"You can buy me a gift if you want, but it doesn't have to be too expensive. I still have work to do, so I'll have to go now." After Ada finished speaking, she waited for Chen An's reply before hanging up the phone.

After putting down his phone, Chen An looked at Hogg's situation through the shared view.