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

"Come and go as you please?"

In the living room, Chen An put down the Barrett rifle, which had already been fired.

He picked up the walkie-talkie.

"Iron Head, puncture the tires of the car behind you. Leave the one in front for your brothers to practice on."

"Understood, boss!"

"Da da da da!"

The heavy machine gun roared once more.

The tires of the car behind were instantly punctured, the car veered off course, and slid into a deep ditch by the roadside.

Before the gunmen inside could even climb out, they were riddled with bullets by the security guards who surrounded them.

The lead vehicle, where the butcher was located, relied on its heavy armor and powerful horsepower.

They actually managed to break through the encirclement and raced towards the highway.

"Let him get away?" Jessica asked, lying beside Chen An's legs, clutching her MP5 tightly.

He can't escape.

Chen An stood up and walked to the window.

He pressed a button on a remote control.

It's on the only road leading out of the farm, between those two wooden fences.

"collapse!"

Two high-strength steel cables buried under the snow sprang up instantly, lying across the middle of the road at the exact height of the windshield.

The SUV, fleeing at full speed, didn't have time to brake and crashed directly into it.

"Bang—Zzz!"

The ear-piercing sound of metal tearing echoed through the night sky.

The steel cable sliced ​​through the A-pillar and roof of the SUV as easily as cutting butter.

The entire car instantly lost its roof, turning into a convertible.

Then, under immense inertia, it rolled more than a dozen times before crashing heavily onto the snow, upside down, emitting black smoke.

The world suddenly fell silent.

All that remained were the crackling sounds of burning and the sound of wind.

"it's over."

Chen An straightened his collar, picked up the half-finished bottle of red wine from the sofa, and took a sip from the bottle.

"Let's go see our 'guest'."

………………

In the snow.

The butcher was covered in blood and hung upside down in the overturned car.

Although the loss of the car roof saved his life, the enormous impact broke several of his ribs and caused him to bleed profusely from his head.

He struggled to unbuckle his seatbelt and climbed out of the wreckage.

As soon as he looked up, he saw a pair of gleaming tactical boots parked in front of him.

Chen An, wearing a black overcoat, looked down at him, a cigar between his fingers.

Behind him, Jessica held an MP5 player, her eyes wary yet excited.

Sarah also came out wrapped in a down jacket, still holding her hunting rifle.

Further out, Tie Tou led a dozen or so menacing, bald-headed burly men.

Several barking Rottweilers surrounded the area, making it impossible to pass through.

"Is this what they call the 'Mexican Butcher'?"

Chen An exhaled a puff of smoke, a gesture of utter contempt for the loser, "Looks like your knife's dulled."

"Cough cough..."

The butcher spat out a mouthful of blood, his eyes filled with venom. "Chinese...you win. Kill me. Old Joe will send more..."

"Kill you? No."

Chen An squatted down and pointed the butcher's nose with the end of his cigar.

"Killing you would be a waste. You are my messenger."

"A messenger?" The butcher was taken aback.

"I want you to take every single corpse here back with you."

Chen An stood up and pointed to the twenty-odd corpses on the snow around him.

"Put them in body bags and send them to the gates of Old Joe's estate. Or send them to his board meeting at TerraPower."

"By the way, could you pass on a message for me?"

Chen An's gaze became incredibly profound, conveying a sense of overwhelming power from a higher dimension.

"Tell old Joe that if he wants to play this game of make-believe again, the next thing to appear in a body bag will be his head, which is already half-damaged by a stroke."

"in addition……"

Chen An turned to look at Tie Tou.

"Cut off one of his ears. Consider it the 'ticket' for this trespassing."

"yes!"

Ironhead grinned as he pulled out his dagger.

"ah--!!!"

The piercing screams echoed across the Montana wilderness, scaring the wolves in the distance into fleeing with their tails between their legs.

The task of clearing the battlefield was handed over to the security team.

Chen An led the two women back into the house.

The temperature inside the room remained high and did not decrease despite the recent carnage.

The tense atmosphere disappeared, and a feeling of utter exhaustion after extreme release washed over me.

"Bang."

Sarah put the shotgun on the table, slumped into the sofa, her hands still trembling slightly.

"I...I fired. I really hit that person," Sarah murmured, her face pale.

"You did a great job."

Chen An walked over, hugged her, and gently patted her back. "You protected this family. You are the best mistress."

Sarah buried her head in Chen An's chest, tears welling up—tears of relief, but also of lingering fear.

But amidst these tears, an unprecedented resilience is taking root and sprouting.

On the other hand, Jessica was as excited as if she were on drugs.

She dropped the submachine gun and jumped onto Chen An's back, wrapping her legs around his waist.

"That's so cool! Ann! That's absolutely so cool!"

Jessica kissed Chen An's ears and neck, "That cable trap... how did you come up with that? The roof of that car was sliced ​​off! Like slicing bread!"

"That's for people who don't follow the rules."

Chen An supported her thighs with his hands and carried her on his back. "Alright, little wildcat. That's enough excitement for tonight. Go get your mom a glass of hot water."

"We don't want hot water! We want alcohol!"

Jessica jumped down, ran to the liquor cabinet, grabbed a bottle of whiskey, and declared, "Tonight we're drinking until we drop!"

Chen An looked at the two women.

A mature, resilient being who has just been baptized in blood.

A young, wild man with a natural affinity for violence.

They were his spoils of war in this cruel world, as well as his weakness and his armor.

"Okay. Let's drink then."

Chen An picked up the cup.

"Honor the survivors. Honor the Titans."

………………

three days later.

Las Vegas.

Although Joe Capone was released on bail and is receiving medical treatment, he is currently lying in a hospital bed in a private hospital, watching the news on television.

The news did not report on the "gunfight" that took place in Montana.

Chen An used Reynolds' connections with the military to characterize it as an "accident during a security exercise" and a "conflict with illegal poachers."

but.

At the door of Old Joe's hospital room, a huge, still bleeding refrigerated container was delivered by courier.

The moment the door opened, the strong smell of blood almost made the nurse faint.

Inside, more than twenty corpses were neatly stacked.

At the very top, there was an exquisite gift box.

Inside the box was a bloodstained ear and a card.

The card had only one sentence written in Chinese characters, in cursive script.

This is the ending. If you want to experience it earlier, please continue. —Chen

"puff--"

Old Joe coughed up a mouthful of blood, and the already unstable electrocardiogram monitor instantly emitted a piercing alarm.

"Drip—drip—drip—"

"Quick! Rescue! Defibrillator!"

The doctor rushed in.

Amid the chaos, TerraPower's stock price crashed again, falling below $0.5.

Wall Street vultures are starting to enter the market.

The largest one is sitting in front of the warm fireplace in Montana.

Looking at the phone screen, I smiled and pressed the "Buy All" command.

Titan Resources has officially acquired TerraPower.

A new business empire has been established.