Start in America, and receive three assassins every day.

Hearing Susan say this, Chen An was not surprised, so he continued, "Then help me investigate."

Susan nodded. "No problem."

She then borrowed Chen An's computer, logged into the Catholic Intelligence Network, and began searching for information related to Burmese pigeon blood rubies.

Several pieces of intelligence came out quickly.

"Chen An, this price is a bit shocking." Susan's expression changed, and she turned the screen towards Chen An.

Chen An looked over and rubbed his eyes. "How much?! Just finding the exact location of the pigeon blood ruby ​​alone would cost a hundred million US dollars. Has the founder of this God's Intelligence Network never seen money before, or is he out of his mind?!"

Susan's expression turned strange upon hearing this.

"Chen An, it's possible that the price of this pigeon blood ruby ​​has exceeded one billion US dollars, which makes the information so valuable," Susan said, offering her guess.

Chen An fell into deep thought.

A billion US dollars?

According to Harvey Gates, that was indeed the price. Just hearing that amount, he could imagine how chaotic things must be over there.

After all, whoever gets this gem will never have to worry about anything for the rest of their life, and may even achieve a leap in social class!

"That's fine. Only a fool would pay 100 million US dollars. As long as we can confirm that the news is true, that's enough," Chen An said.

After hearing this, Susan didn't say anything more. "Then do we still need to buy intelligence?"

"No need, but thank you for your trouble. I'll transfer the money to you later." Chen An said, then got up and left the bedroom.

"Thank you very much. I'm so lucky to have such a great client like you." Susan said, then closed her laptop and followed.

Time passed slowly, and it was already ten o'clock.

Susan and the others sang some songs together, went for a swim, and then said goodbye to Chen An and his sister before leaving the villa.

On the way back, Susan sat in the driver's seat and tapped her earpiece a few times with her finger to make a phone call.

The call was quickly answered, and a deep male voice came through, "Boss, what can I do for you?"

Susan's face had already adopted a cold and calm expression as she said, "Increase the price of the intelligence on Burmese rubies to six hundred million US dollars."

After a moment of silence, the person on the other end asked, puzzled, "Boss, isn't the price too high?"

"No," Susan said with a smile. "Because a very important person got involved, the price is just right."

"Understood, Boss! I'll get on it right away."

"Um,"

Susan disconnected from the other party, looked at the road ahead, and muttered to herself, "Chen An, you're getting more and more interesting."

.........

December 2st, early morning.

In the small town of Wat Ta in Myanmar's Golden Triangle, two figures were walking down the street. They were K of Clubs and Rite, both wearing short sleeves and trousers. They stopped at a Chinese restaurant.

Club King glanced around and his gaze quickly settled on a thin man with dyed yellow hair and wheat-colored skin.

The other person's eyes kept scanning, and they also spotted the two men in Clubs K. Seeing their white faces, their eyes lit up, and they quickly got up and walked over.

"Hello," Wang Anquan said in broken English.

The King of Clubs spoke up, "Which language are you familiar with: English, Chinese, or Burmese?"

These six words, the King of Clubs, are spoken in three different languages.

Wang Anquan looked surprised, not expecting that these two white men could speak Chinese, and speak it so well. So he quickly said, "Chinese, Chinese, friends, come into the store and let's talk slowly."

Soon, the three of them sat down at a table in the restaurant. Wang Anquan waved and said, "Boss, three bowls of beef noodles, please."

"Okay, that'll be 18 yuan in total! Please wait a moment."

After Wang Anquan finished speaking, he continued to focus his gaze on the King of Clubs. He could tell that this person was probably the boss, and his aura was more frightening than any other big shot he had ever seen.

"Gate said you're very interested in pigeon blood rubies?"

The King of Clubs nodded. "Do you know where it is?"

Upon hearing this, Wang Quan leaned back. "Friend! If I had known, I wouldn't be dressed like this now, all tattered and ragged, not even having a hundred yuan on me."

"Let me tell you, once you enter the Golden Triangle, it's very difficult to get out. Wa State, warlords, drug traffickers—all sorts of forces are crowding in from all directions. People could die here at any moment!"

"Do you know how much that gemstone is worth? I heard it's worth this much." Wang Anquan spread his arms wide, "One billion! And that's not RMB, it's USD! Who wouldn't go crazy if they heard that!"

"The beef noodles are here." The owner carried over three bowls of beef noodles and placed them on the table himself. He casually mentioned, "Wang Anquan, you big mouth, be careful you don't offend someone one day. You dare to talk about this kind of thing everywhere, even telling foreign tourists."

Wang Anquan waved his hand dismissively, "These two are my friends. It's no big deal to say something. Anyway, this kind of thing doesn't happen to ordinary people like us."

"That's true, but we can't let your friend come for nothing. Let him try the authentic Lanzhou beef noodles." The owner said as he walked back to the kitchen.

Once the person had walked away, Wang Quan'an continued chatting, "You saw it too, right? I have a lot of connections here, I know a little bit about everything."

"Gate didn't tell me whether you were here for tourism or business, but I could have made recommendations."

Clearly, Wang Anquan was unaware of the purpose of the King of Clubs at this moment.

The King of Clubs smiled slightly, but instead of revealing his answer, he asked again, "Who is the most powerful person here?"

Without much thought, Wang Quan said directly, "Of course it's Uncle Ang. He's practically half Chinese and very famous in the Golden Triangle. Are you looking to do business with him? That might be a bit troublesome."

"However, now that the pigeon blood ruby ​​has been discovered, the biggest power in the Golden Triangle is probably no longer Uncle Ang. After all, how can an individual power compare to a country?"

After listening, Club King made a request: "Could you take us to meet this Uncle Ang? The reward is ten thousand US dollars."

Wang Anquan's eyes lit up when he heard this. "No problem. Like I always say, Wang Anquan is the most reliable. I'll leave after I finish my beef noodles."

The King of Clubs said, "I'm in a bit of a hurry, can we leave now?"

Wang Anquan was taken aback for a moment, then nodded, "Okay, let's go then."

Then Wang Anquan took out some money from his pocket and put it on the table. "Boss, I've left the money here. Save the noodles for when you get back."

"good!"

Wang Anquan led Club K and his companion out of the restaurant, looked around, and asked, "Didn't you drive here?"

The King of Clubs spoke up, "Yes, but it's parked a bit further away."

"That's great, then you can ride in your car. It's a bit far, and getting to see Uncle Guo is a little complicated. Just follow my lead later."

Wang Anquan then followed Mei Hua K into the alley, where four pickup trucks were parked.

Wang Anquan immediately realized something was wrong. This pickup truck wasn't a regular pickup truck at all, and the people inside were actually throwing grenades around!