Start in America, and receive three assassins every day.

Before we knew it, it was the next day.

Another group of people arrived at the apartment where Chen An and the others were. These people were wearing combat uniforms, carrying various military equipment, and openly carrying firearms.

However, the "Cobra Security" logo on the back of their clothes served as their pass and did not cause much of a stir.

Their eyes quickly fell on the S.H.I.E.L.D. security personnel who had come with them. At this moment, Xiao Dong and the other assassins were dressed in casual clothes, with only some simple protective gear and the rifles and sniper rifles they carried on their backs, which looked very convenient.

After all, with the current strength of the suicide squad, ordinary protective equipment is no longer very effective. This is much more convenient, and this is not the Middle East, so there is not that much danger here!

However, this scene was seen as a sign of amateurishness by Cobra Security, whose strength of security is often reflected in their equipment.

The security at S.H.I.E.L.D. is so lax; it seems their previous reputation was all hype. I don't know why the company would cooperate with them; it's just giving them free benefits.

He thought this to himself, but didn't say it aloud. After all, the two bosses seemed to have a good relationship, and he wasn't foolish enough to offend them.

Tatata!

Footsteps approached, and Schwarzman, Chen An, and Wayne walked over from a distance.

"Sir!" Xiao Dong nodded to Chen An.

"Chen An, are these all your company's top security guards?" Wayne looked at Xiao Dong and the others, but didn't sense anything special about them. Moreover, their equipment was quite basic. Wasn't it a bit too rudimentary?

In response to Wayne's question, Chen An nodded slightly, "That's right, these are all top-notch security guards from my company, each with top-notch skills and proficient business capabilities."

"President Su, don't be fooled by the fact that they weren't carrying any equipment; it didn't affect their performance at all."

After hearing this, Schwarzman still had some doubts. This S.H.I.E.L.D. security company seemed a bit unreliable.

He had been protected by security companies here before, and their scale was basically the same as Wayne's. No one was like S.H.I.E.L.D., basically carrying only a gun.

Just as he was pondering this, Chen An's voice rang out again.

"President Su, this way you can avoid attracting attention. The people following you are like your assistants and employees, which will greatly reduce the attention from passersby. Otherwise, it will be too obvious."

These words made Schwarzman nod in agreement, "There's some truth to that."

Wayne looked at Chen An, "Chen An, President Su's trip is the most dangerous. Are your people up to the task? Should we replace them?"

"No need," Chen An said.

Yesterday, Wayne and Chen An analyzed Schwarzman's schedule for the next few days, dividing it into rest time and travel time.

People are usually safest at home, so security work is relatively easy.

Traveling means uncertainty, the greatest possibility of being attacked, and the greatest risk, which is why Wayne is uneasy.

"How about this: each of you send half of your personnel to work together. That way, if something goes wrong on one side, we can take remedial action." Stephen Schwarzman was still a little worried about leaving everything to S.H.I.E.L.D.'s security company, so he made this suggestion.

Upon hearing this, Chen An calmly replied, "No problem."

"Okay," Wayne agreed.

Seeing this, Schwarzman slowly said, "Then make preparations. I need to go to the company later. I hope you won't disappoint me, otherwise I'll have to find someone else."

"President Su, I need your help with something," Chen An suddenly said.

Stephen Schwarzman stopped and turned around. "Mr. Chen, is there something you need?"

Chen An said, "There are too many people here, let's go inside and talk."

Seeing this, Su Shimin didn't say anything more and continued walking forward, with Chen An following behind.

Thinking to himself, perhaps this Mr. Su can solve the problem on Black Wolf's side. The sooner the weapons are sold, the better, as the system is still waiting to be upgraded!

Wayne watched the two walk away but did not follow.

He knew that since Chen An was unwilling to talk about it in front of so many people, it must be something secret. It seemed that the other party had other purposes in agreeing to take on this security mission.

Soon, the two arrived at a study.

"Speak, there are only the two of us here," Schwarzman said.

Chen An smiled and said, "It's like this, Mr. Su. I have a friend who is in the arms business in the Middle East. He has recently run into some trouble and came to me for help. It's a bit tricky."

"Mr. Su, you have a wide network of connections. Do you know anyone who can help you with this?"

Upon hearing this, Schwarzman's expression changed, but he quickly laughed again. "Mr. Chen is making friends out of thin air. I must admit I misjudged him. I never expected that Mr. Chen, who looks so refined, would be involved in such violent and ruthless industries."

Chen An didn't explain; they were all smart people, and they knew what was going on in their hearts.

"I do have a few friends in the Middle East who work in the oil industry. What needs does your friend have?"

Hearing this, Chen An knew there was hope. As expected of the president of Blackstone Group, he had extensive connections, and even those in the shady business world wouldn't say anything to him.

Otherwise, he could ask Chief Brandon for help.

Chen An then replied, "He has a batch of weapons he wants to sell, but he has offended some people, and no one dares to buy them for the time being."

"Who did you offend?" Schwarzman asked.

"Howard Grant seems to be an arms tycoon, and there's also Major Vincent."

Chen An's words caused Su Shimin's expression to change again. "Grant, that's a familiar name. I met him a few times in the past. Offending him will indeed make arms sales difficult."

"It's not so much about offending them, the most important person is Major Vincent."

Stephen Schwarzman thought for a moment, took out a piece of paper, wrote down a number on it, and handed it to Chen An. "Have your friend call this number. He's a senior executive I have good relationships with in the UAE. He can solve your friend's problem."

Upon hearing this, Chen An reached out and took the money, expressing his gratitude, "Thank you, President Su. Don't worry, with my security team here, you'll be fine. And I believe this security mission will be over soon."

He hadn't expected that Schwarzman would actually have a way. He casually wrote down a string of numbers, just like a command block. It's true that making more friends is always a good thing!

Su Shimin just smiled and didn't take Chen An's words too seriously, assuming it was just boasting in his excitement.

"Let's help each other out, after all, my safety depends on you guys from now on."

"In that case, I won't bother President Su any longer," Chen An said, getting up, pushing open the door, and walking out of the study.

In the blink of an eye, he arrived in the bedroom, picked up the note, and dialed Black Wolf's number.