Start in America, and receive three assassins every day.

Hearing the undisguised threat from the other party, Chen An frowned and calmly said, "Oh, so you're the guy who attacked Eve. You even called me."

He had just agreed to Brandon's request, and within hours someone had already called, which meant that Brandon was being watched closely throughout the party.

"Remember not to get involved in this, and you'll be safe," the voice on the other end of the phone said again.

"Sorry, I'm a businessman. It's not my style to leave business unfinished. Of course, if you give me a hundred million US dollars, I might consider it," Chen An said with a light laugh.

"Fuck! Go eat shit! If you want to die so badly, then just wait!" came an angry roar from the other end of the phone, and then the call was disconnected.

Chen An's face was gloomy.

I sat up in bed, walked out of the bedroom, and in the blink of an eye, I arrived at Hank's studio. There, I saw Hank lying on the bed in his pajamas, playing games.

When Hank saw Chen An visiting in the middle of the night, he quickly sat up and asked, "Boss, is there something urgent that made you come over so late at night?"

Without saying a word, Chen An handed over his phone. "Check where the last call came from. Can you confirm the other party's information? The sooner the better."

Hank took the phone, nodded, and said, "No problem, boss. We'll give it a try and give us the results tomorrow."

Seeing this, Chen An turned around and left, returning home where he fell into a deep sleep.

Unlucky Hank never expected to have to work overtime in the middle of the night, and he didn't even know who made the call, which greatly displeased his boss.

"You better not let me find out who it is, or I'll teach you a lesson." Hank blamed the person who made the call for all the overtime work and began to investigate very diligently.

The two assassins, whose names were embedded with the word "hacker," were also working together with all their might, determined to find out the identity of the person behind it all by tonight.

The next morning.

At eight o'clock in the morning, Chen An got up very early. After having breakfast, he went to Hank's studio. Looking at him, he saw that Hank's hair was messy and his dark circles were very obvious.

Upon seeing Chen An appear, Hank said listlessly, "Good morning, boss."

Chen An asked, "How is it? Any clues? If we can't find anything, then forget it."

"The other party is very cunning. After making the call, he destroyed the phone and SIM card, making it difficult to trace his location. However, he forgot that this would only lose the subsequent location data, while the previous records could still be found."

"So we hacked into the surveillance footage of that area and located that person."

As he spoke, Hank pressed a key, and a video appeared on the computer screen. Unlike the blurry surveillance footage of the criminal investigation cases that Chen An had seen, this video was very high-definition, and every single detail could be seen clearly.

In the video, a man wearing a trench coat and a Fedora hat is making a phone call, but his face is obscured by a mask.

The timing of the other party picking up the phone, hanging up the phone, and then destroying the phone all matched the timing of the phone call last night.

Chen An was basically certain that this person was the mastermind behind the attack on Eve, so he asked again, "Hank, can you find out where they ended up?"

Hank nodded. "Of course, it took us all night. After he left, he took a taxi to the Wilshire Police Station, stayed for about ten minutes, and then left the station. He then left Los Angeles and by the time the surveillance footage stopped, he had already gone to another state."

Upon hearing this information, Chen An looked thoughtful.

The Wilshire Police Department—could the other person really be from the police department, and even Brandon's colleague? That's getting interesting.

"Hank, investigate who's running this Wilshire Police Station," Chen An ordered.

"Okay, boss, I'll check it right away."

A few minutes later, Hank also found out, "Boss, the head of this police station is Daniel, a two-star sheriff."

"Just a two-star sheriff?" Chen An murmured. He knew that a two-star sheriff wouldn't dare to lay a hand on Brendan, the chief's daughter.

He was now certain that this matter was inextricably linked to the police department, and it remained to be seen whether Susan had any information.

In the following days, Chen An went to the San Pedro Pier, then went to San Francisco to talk to Shen Qingshan. He also took the time to check on the situation with Black Wolf, but there seemed to be no movement.

Most of the time had passed, and it was already four o'clock in the afternoon.

Chen An was feeding Nicholas Little White in the living room when the phone rang. He picked it up and answered it; Susan's voice came through.

"Chen An, the information you're looking for is on the Catholic Intelligence Network, but it's a bit unusual. Would you like to hear about it?"

"Tell me about it," Chen An said, his face showing curiosity.

"This intelligence report is marked as speculative; whether it's correct or not, you'll have to confirm for yourself. However, the price is cheaper than before—one million US dollars!"

Chen An's pupils contracted. "One million US dollars? The God's Intelligence Network dared to sell potentially flawed intelligence for a million!"

If he can sell even speculation, he could do it too!

"Chen An, the God's Intelligence Network isn't as frivolous as you think. While they call it guessing, it's usually pretty accurate, unless you're incredibly unlucky and get information that's completely wrong—the probability of that is as low as winning the lottery!"

Hearing Susan's explanation, Chen An felt less upset.

"Don't let me find out who created this Catholic intelligence. If I run into them, I'll have to teach them a lesson they won't forget," Chen An muttered.

"Chen An, you don't need to be so malicious. The God's Intelligence Network won't get involved in these things, and it's very secretive; you won't find it," Susan said.

"Maybe," Chen An smiled, then continued, "Alright, I'll transfer the money to you later. Just send me the information after you've purchased it."

"it is good."

After Susan hung up the phone, Chen An picked up his phone and dialed Chief Brandon's number. The call was quickly answered, and he immediately smiled and said:

"Hello! Is this Chief Brandon? We have a lead on who made the move, but my friend needs two million dollars for the information."

"Two million? Sure, give me a bank account number and I'll transfer it to you." Brandon readily agreed.

"Haha, Brandon, you're still as straightforward as ever. Actually, this intelligence was originally priced at 9.99 million, but I've reduced the price for you. And I can reveal that there are people from your police department behind this."

After a long silence on the other end of the phone, a voice finally came through, "Thank you, Chen An. Actually, I had a suspicion before that it might be someone I know. Now that you've said it, that suspicion might be true."

"I'll know once I get the information, but I estimate it'll be pretty close to the truth." Chen An said, then said goodbye and hung up the phone.