People in America started by developing the Yellow Turban Army.

Will you be granted a chance?

Deng Chun was taken aback at first, but then he realized that the Taoist priest had seen through his attempt to curry favor for no reason.

Or rather, he saw through his own desires.

At this moment, he couldn't suppress the upturned corners of his mouth: "If you have any instructions, please give them. Your disciple Deng Chun will do his best."

Just as Chen Ping'an was about to speak, an excited voice came from outside the door: "Father, assassin..."

The sound stopped abruptly.

Robert rushed in excitedly, only to find a group of strangers, including a dozen or so Asian-looking men with pistols tucked into their waistbands.

Fortunately, no one at the scene pulled out a gun, otherwise Robert would have turned around and gone outside to get a gun to save the priest.

Frank and Benjamin exchanged a glance; they had heard the missing part of the sentence: assassin…

In this peaceful town, which may be a corner of a supernatural world, there might really be an assassin—the one Benjamin summoned.

Interrupted, Chen Ping'an looked at Robert who came in through the door. Robert had an excited look on his face and was holding a piece of paper in his hand.

I could roughly guess that the assassin had confessed.

Sure enough, Robert quickly walked over to him, handed him the piece of paper with an account number and password written on it, and whispered in his ear, "Father, he said that I checked and there is indeed 374,700 euros in the account."

As Robert spoke, he secretly glanced at the people around him, trying to gauge whether they were hostile or posed a threat to the priest.

He had forgotten that Chen Ping'an had once transformed in front of him, becoming like Superman, unafraid even of bullets from submachine guns, let alone the dozen or so people in this room, who only carried pistols at their waists.

However, she quickly realized what was happening.

Chen Ping'an nodded: "Okay, go find Hanks Gan in a bit and ask him to give you credit first. He'll reward you after the job is done."

Also, go and grab the submachine gun you captured; we have some errands to run later!

Although Robert didn't know what reward he would receive after being commended, nor what he was supposed to do by getting a gun, he turned and left without saying a word.

His gun was placed there during the interrogation of the killer.

Benjamin, who was nearby, vaguely heard Robert's words: assassin, over three hundred thousand euros, and Chen Ping'an's happy expression upon hearing the amount.

It turns out, this Eastern priest was short of money!

Most importantly, he realized that the person who rushed in earlier must be in charge of the interrogation.

If Frank and I hadn't managed to buy that sliver of hope with a single piece of information, they would have been the ones tortured and interrogated for money!

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but shudder, and goosebumps rose all over his vest and arms from lingering fear.

but.

The fact that the Eastern priest is short of money is good news; it seems that the 100 million that Frank brought was the right thing to do.

Why don't you show off a bit yourself?

So, taking advantage of Robert's absence, he stepped forward, wanting to show off: "Father, I was the one who called that assassin; I should offer compensation..."

Before he could finish speaking, Chen Ping'an interrupted him, his words devoid of any warmth: "You all deserve to die!"

Even if you offered a million dollars to beg for your life, it wouldn't change the outcome. Those who deserve to die will die no matter what.

But you were lucky; a single message saved your life!

If we successfully rescue the child this time, then all our grudges will be wiped clean, and we will become strangers from now on, as if we had never met.

I'll pretend that you Colombians never laid a hand on me, Chen Ping'an, and that you, Benjamin, never hired any hitmen to kill people in Ping'an Town.

As an Asian, I don't really like guys who use enhancement drugs, but the information you've given me is definitely enough to cost you your lives.

But if you provide false information, give a fake address, and treat me and Ping'an Town like fools, I will be very angry, and the consequences will be severe.

"Between Peaceful Town and the Columbia Gang, it's a fight to the death!"

Although his words were cold, Frank breathed a sigh of relief.

He believed Benjamin wouldn't dare to speak recklessly.

Even though she believed it, she was still uneasy and looked at Benjamin with her eyes, asking if there was any chance of success.

Unexpectedly, Benjamin didn't even see his gaze, and was only focused on assuring Chen Ping'an that what he said was true.

"Ring ring..."

Just then, Chen Ping'an's phone rang. He picked it up and saw it was Mark.

"Father, just now a lot of cars drove out of the Colombian gang's camp. Now the Colombian gang's estate is an empty lot."

Andrew and I have both contacted them and found that none of the cars are heading towards our Ping'an Town.

Therefore, we can conclude that their all-out attack is not aimed at us, but rather has other objectives.

But after thinking about it, I still feel I should remind you, lest you be careless and get ambushed.

Upon hearing this, Chen Ping'an did not avoid the people in front of him, but said directly to their faces: "The Colombian gang is no longer under surveillance. Now I'm giving you a new mission."

Go monitor another estate for me. The two of you go together. A group of Asian children have just been transported there from the docks. According to intelligence, they might be eaten.

I want to save these children!

hiss……

On the other end of the phone, Mark gasped. Children being eaten?

How could something so terrifying not happen in a movie, but in reality?

"Father, you're not joking, are you?"

Chen Ping'an could tell that the voice of the former U.S. soldier on the other end of the phone was trembling, indicating that he had probably never heard of such a thing before.

no way!

People's circles are different. How could Mark, an ordinary person who served in the army for several years and wanted to pay off his student loans, possibly know the secrets of the wealthy class?

They had only vaguely heard about Jeffrey's case, but it wasn't public knowledge in American society.

They were still serving when Jeffrey died!

No wonder!

Some middle-class individuals, or those with better connections, can quickly become addicted to the enhancer once they fall into depravity and end up on the streets.

Some people fall from the middle class or wealthy class, becoming penniless and homeless on the streets. They cannot cope with the sudden psychological drop and give up on themselves.

Some people have heard that it's safer to be exposed to toxins while homeless on the streets of America.

Think about it now.

Is this safer just so we don't get eaten?

Without waiting for the other end of the phone to catch their breath, Chen Ping'an gave a cold, affirmative answer.

"I'm not kidding!"

"This information comes from the Colombian gang leader and their Breaking Bad master, who traded it for a chance to live."

"It can't be fake!"

"So, Mark, I need you and Andrew to go together. Be careful."

I don't want a surveillance task to ruin both of you!

"But I also don't want any child to be taken out of that manor without my knowledge."

Do you understand what I'm saying?

On the other end of the phone, Mark's breathing had already stabilized. He was able to compose himself in such a short time, which was worthy of being one of the US military infiltration tactics teams in Afghanistan back then.

"I promise!"

"Father, I promise I will not let a single child be taken out of the estate without my knowledge of their destination."

Trust in Andrew and me for our tactical acumen.

Even after retiring for many years!

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