Start in America, and receive three assassins every day.

Schwarzman began to explain Oris's situation in detail.

"His network of connections is just as intricate as mine, consisting of some of New York City's top billionaires."

"It is said that he also maintains close ties with the FBI, CIA, and even the mayor's office, and knows several former presidents. He is a very influential businessman."

"The sudden death of such a person will definitely cause a sensation and a full-scale investigation. I'm afraid the whole of New York will be on high alert."

"To track down the killer, deploying special forces is commonplace. The national-level surveillance system will be fully activated, retrieving all the video footage from New York City and screening it frame by frame. As long as the killer is still in New York, it will be almost impossible for him to escape unless he can become invisible."

Hearing Schwarzman's serious tone, Chen An knew that Oris's death would inevitably lead to countless troubles.

Fortunately, this matter had nothing to do with him.

The ones who did it were Suzaku and his group, so it's impossible for them to leave any trace.

Perfect camouflage, thorough information shielding, and swift, decisive action all greatly reduce the risk of exposure.

Soon after, Chen An and his group returned to the apartment.

He walked into the suite alone, sat down on the sofa, and fell into deep thought.

Another hundred million US dollars has been deposited. Will this money be used for lotteries to improve the quality of keywords, or will it be invested in future development?

Just as he was weighing his options, news came from the shooter in the Middle East.

Chen An immediately activated the shared perspective, and the scene in front of him switched to the view of the archer.

In a large hall, Mike and his gang of thieves sat in front of the shooter.

Mike glanced at the shooter quickly before averting his gaze, looking flustered.

They are currently in the Israeli town of Gluck.

"Mike, it took us a lot of effort to find you," the shooter said calmly.

Mike's body trembled, and he forced a smile: "Shooter... what do you need me for? We seem to have only met a few times before."

He was filled with confusion. He had learned a few days ago that the Twelve Constellation Mercenary Group was looking for him everywhere, which scared him so much that he immediately went into hiding. He never expected that he would still be found.

They had already heard about the recent exploits of the Twelve Constellation Mercenary Group, things that were chilling just to hear about.

They were just a theft gang, and their biggest operation was stealing some jewelry. They would never dare to get involved with these desperate criminals.

But now, the situation seems to be worse than imagined.

"I heard you have a lead on a jewelry jewel worth hundreds of millions. It seems you can't handle it yourselves?" the archer said, his sharp eyes scrutinizing Mike, observing every change in his expression. "How about you leave it to me?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Mike and the others' expressions changed drastically, filled with shock.

How did the other party know this information?

They never revealed it to anyone!

"Mr. Archer, I..."

The archer raised his hand, directly interrupting his explanation, his tone leaving no room for doubt: "Think carefully before you speak. Since we were able to find you, we must have our sources. Those who lie to me never have a good ending."

These words, spoken casually by the archer, carried a completely different meaning when they reached the ears of Mike and the others.

Mike immediately changed his tune: "Yes...we did have information about this jewelry, and we even planned it for a long time...but for some reason, we're ready to give up."

"Oh?" The archer became interested. "Why did you give up?"

Mike realized that if he couldn't give the shooter a satisfactory answer, he might not even be able to leave the room unscathed.

He no longer concealed anything and explained in detail: "All we know is that we must act before the 7th, and now there are only ten days left until the 7th."

"But all the specific information about this jewelry is kept by Harvey Gates of our team."

"The problem is... he's currently imprisoned in Blackwater, Israel's most secure prison, and getting him out is simply a pipe dream."

Upon hearing this, the archer simply muttered, "Blackwater Prison is nothing special."

He then looked up at Mike and said, "Work with us, and after it's done, we'll give you a share of the jewelry as a reward for your hard work. We'll also rescue your friend for free. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity."

"You have a way?" Mike couldn't help but remind him, "Blackwater Prison isn't as simple as you think! It's full of death row inmates, heavily guarded and fortified. Even a medium-sized armed force couldn't break through the first level! Besides, a large part of that prison is underground!"

The archer smiled and said, "You don't need to worry about that. If we want to go, there's no place in this world we can't reach."

"Capricorn, give him a computer and have him record all the information about the target, as well as Harvey Gat's physical characteristics, preferably a photo," Sagittarius instructed.

Capricorn nodded and turned to prepare.

The shooter looked at Mike again: "For the time being, you'll stay here. Of course, you can leave if you want, but I don't think... you'll do that, right?"

Mike and the others fell silent, exchanging bewildered glances, unsure whether being dragged into this matter was a blessing or a curse.

the other side.

Chen witnessed the whole thing, which confirmed that the information Jerome had provided earlier was true.

"Blackwater Prison... it shouldn't be too difficult. With the abilities of the assassins, they could easily go in and out seven times." Chen An muttered to himself.

He then picked up the phone and called Hank, asking him to gather all the information about Blackwater Prison. Although he was confident in the absolute strength of the assassins, this essential intelligence was crucial.

After doing all this, Chen An lay down on the bed and fell into a deep sleep.

Over the next two days, things unfolded exactly as Schwarzman had predicted.

The streets of New York were filled with police and special forces, and all five boroughs, including Queens and Brooklyn, were under martial law.

New York City’s crime-solving rate soared several times under pressure, and a large number of fugitives were apprehended, including many members of the top five families.

Even Hydra, which had just established itself in New York, was affected to some extent.

Fortunately, Tian Gang and his group were always cautious in their actions and did not attract much attention.

The Continental Hotel in New York has recently seen several visits and checks by police officers.

Fortunately, the hotel had a strong background and powerful connections, so it did not cause any substantial impact.

Chen An was naturally not idle either.

The five major families are now defunct in name only, and Hydra's rise in New York is unstoppable.

The empty seats at the High Table are worth vying for.

If successful, the mainland hotels will no longer be just a way for him to make money, but will become a formidable subsidiary force.

That day, inside a hotel in mainland China.

Tian Gang, accompanied by several bodyguards, walked steadily into the hall and went straight to the butler, Weston.

Seeing the group approaching menacingly, Weston frowned, alarm bells ringing in his mind. Lately, New York City has become increasingly unsafe.

He suppressed his unease and, as was customary, stepped forward to ask, "And you are?"

"Hydra, you should have heard of it." Tian Gang looked directly at him and cut to the chase, "I want to see your manager."

Upon hearing this, Weston's expression changed slightly.

Hydra... he knew it all too well.

During this period, this name was known to everyone in the New York underworld, and assassin organizations like theirs received the news immediately.

Now that the five major families have been destroyed, their coming to our door at this moment has an obvious purpose: they are clearly eyeing the vacant seat at the High Table Meeting.