America: The neighbor's wife is so incredibly hospitable!

The journey back was not easy.

As the black G63 crossed the border and re-entered the towering mountains of Montana, the sky was so overcast it seemed as if it might collapse at any moment.

Although the blizzard had stopped, the oppressive stillness in the air was more suffocating than the snowstorm itself.

The car's satellite phone never stopped working.

"Chen, the situation is worse than we anticipated."

Robert's voice sounded somewhat distorted through the receiver, but the sternness was clearly discernible.

"Old Joe didn't use ordinary street thugs this time."

"Intelligence indicates that it is an elite action team from the Los Lobos Cartel."

"The leader is called 'The Butcher,' a former Mexican special forces soldier who was later... well, fired because he was too cruel."

"Butcher?"

Chen An held the steering wheel with one hand and gently tapped the center console with the other.

"That's a pretty intimidating name. How many people are there? What kind of weapons are they carrying?"

"About thirty men. Fully armed. Reportedly, they may have RPGs and light machine guns."

"They're not here to negotiate; they're here to carry out a 'cleansing' mission."

Robert paused for a moment, then said, "The Pentagon said that since it's not a national-level conflict, they can't directly send regular troops to intervene."

"But... Colonel Williams sent you a shipment. It's in your barn. I think you'll like it."

"Please thank the colonel for me."

Chen An hung up the phone, a bloodthirsty glint flashing in his eyes.

RPG? Light machine gun?

It seems these Mexicans really do regard this place as the chaotic Tijuana they know.

"Boss..."

Jessica sat in the passenger seat, clutching the M1911 tightly in her hand, her face somewhat pale.

"Thirty special forces soldiers? Should we...should we hide at the police station?"

She had seen blood and fired a gun.

But when faced with such a regular army-level killing machine, instinctive fear still prevailed.

"hide?"

Chen An sneered and stepped on the gas.

The G63's engine roared as it accelerated forward.

"This is my territory. On my land, I am the wolf, and they are the sheep."

"And... the police station can't stop RPGs. But Titan Manor can."

………………

in the afternoon.

Titan Manor.

If you don't look closely, this is still a peaceful farm.

But an expert could tell at a glance that this place had been turned into a war fortress.

Under the outer wooden fence, barbed wire and infrared alarms were quietly installed.

On the open ground leading to the main house, the snowdrifts that had been piled up were cleverly pushed into the shape of shelters.

On the second floor of the red barn, the windows that were originally used to store hay are now occupied by several large machines covered with black cloth.

"Boss! You're back!"

Tie Tou and his security team came to greet them.

The bald men no longer looked relaxed; each of them tightened their tactical vests and their eyes were fierce.

"Has that shipment arrived?" Chen An jumped out of the car.

"We're here! It's inside!" Tie Tou rubbed his hands together excitedly.

"My God, those are the toys men should play with! A million times better than my old firewood sticks!"

Chen An strode into the granary.

Under the light of several high-powered searchlights, several long, dark green ammunition boxes had been pried open.

Chen An walked over and picked up one of the heavy sniper rifles, which was entirely black and had a thick barrel.

Barrett M82A1.

12.7 mm caliber.

This is an anti-materiel weapon.

One shot could blow up a car engine and blast someone hiding behind a wall in two.

"good."

Chen An pulled back the bolt, and the metallic clanging sound was intoxicating.

He then looked to the side.

There was an old M2 Browning heavy machine gun there, commonly known as "Old Godmother," and it was equipped with two whole boxes of armor-piercing ammunition belts.

"Put this on the roof of the main house."

Chen An patted the heavy machine gun. "It has a wide field of view and can cover the entire front yard and the entrance to the highway."

"If that 'butcher' dares to drive in his pickup truck, let him taste what it's like to be turned into a sieve."

"yes!"

Tie Tou and several other security guards had red eyes.

This is the most prohibited item of all, something I would never have dared to even dream of doing before, but now I can actually handle it myself.

Jessica.

Chen An turned to look at the girl who had been following behind him and was trembling slightly.

"Go to the basement. Distribute those night vision goggles and bulletproof plates. A curfew will be in effect starting tonight."

Jessica took a deep breath and looked at Chen Ann's calm and composed demeanor, and the fear in her heart slowly dissipated.

A force of trust gradually filled the space.

"Okay! I'll go!"

She ran towards the warehouse, as if she were running to protect her home.

Back to the main house.

The atmosphere in the living room was somewhat oppressive.

Sarah was sitting on the sofa, holding a photograph in her hand.

Upon hearing the door open, Sarah jumped up.

"install!"

She threw herself into Chen An's arms and hugged him very tightly.

"I heard about...those Mexicans..." Sarah's voice was choked with sobs.

"Ann, shall we go? To Seattle, or to New York?"

"We've made enough money, we can sell the mine if we want... I don't want anything to happen to you."

This is a woman's instinct.

For her, hundreds of millions of US dollars are not as important as a single hair on Chen An's head.

Chen An gently stroked her long hair, inhaling the familiar scent of her shower gel.

"Sarah, look at me."

He cupped her face in his hands.

"We can't escape. If I don't beat them badly and kill them here, they'll chase us to the ends of the earth."

"Besides... do you really think I'd hand over our home to a bunch of drug-dealing scum?"

Sarah looked at Chen An.

What eyes they were!

Calm, profound, yet burning with a mad flame.

She suddenly realized that this man was not one to back down, and the best course of action now was to fight back.

Sarah wiped away her tears.

She turned and went into the bedroom, and a moment later came out with something in her hand.

It was an old-fashioned horizontal double-barreled shotgun, polished to a gleaming shine; it belonged to George.

It was also the weapon she used to drive away several foxes that were harassing the chicken coop back then.

"Since you're not leaving..."

Sarah skillfully loaded two red shotgun shells into the chamber, closed the barrel, and made a crisp "click" sound.

At this moment, she was no longer the gentle and tender housewife, but a lioness who bared her fangs to protect her den.

"Then let's fight them."

Sarah looked up, her eyes resolute. "I'll guard the back door. Nobody's going to sneak in through the kitchen."

Looking at her, Chen An felt a surge of warmth and an even stronger desire to conquer.

This is the woman he truly loves.

She can be incredibly alluring in bed, and also stand alone on the battlefield.

"it is good."

Chen An pulled her close and gave her a deep kiss.

"Then let's prepare a grand welcome party for those 'friends' who have come from afar."