Start in America, and receive three assassins every day.

Soon, they returned to the Graffiti Building.

Chen An led Karl and the others back home.

"Boss, you're back." Hank was sitting in front of his computer watching a video when he saw Chen An and greeted him immediately.

"Karl, where did you live before?"

Carl said, "The cheap apartments nearby can't compare to your place, boss."

"In that case, you can move here. The rent is about the same anyway, and it's close by so you can keep in touch. Plus, there are plenty of rooms here. Cameron's room can only fit up to three people, so you can squeeze in if you want."

Hearing Chen An's words, Carl nodded, "That's right, I'll move here."

"Oh, right," Chen An suddenly said, "Wait a minute, you and Anton are going to complete a transaction. I bought four Glock pistols on the dark web. Hank will tell you the location later."

Upon hearing this, Carl's expression changed to one of surprise. "Boss, you're buying a handgun? What are you planning to do with that?"

At this moment, he felt that Chen An was not as simple as he seemed. Four handguns—could the other side be a gang, and a shootout was about to break out?!

"Of course it's to deal with people. You'll be dead here without a gun, don't you know that?" Chen An said.

Carl was silent for a moment, then spoke solemnly: "Boss, it seems you also have someone to deal with. I'm very familiar with firearms, but after I retired from the military, America wouldn't let me use firearms. I never thought I'd have to use them again one day."

Then, looking at Hank, he asked, "What's the trader's name?"

Hank replied, "Black Wolf."

"It was him." Karl looked surprised.

Seeing this, Chen An asked, "What's wrong? Do you know this Black Wolf?"

Carl nodded. "I know him. He's a well-known arms dealer in this area, specializing in selling guns and ammunition. I've run into him a few times before."

"That's perfect, you're the most suitable person for this deal."

Soon, it was 8 p.m.

Anton and Carl walked out of the graffiti building, got into their creaking pickup truck, and headed towards Koreatown. On the way, Carl tried to chat with Anton.

"Hey buddy, judging by your skills, are you a retired special forces soldier too?"

Anton said, "No."

"That's a professional boxer?"

"No, not exactly."

Anton's words were brief, and seeing this, Carl didn't ask any more questions, assuming that Chen An didn't want to talk about it, and that the other party was definitely not an ordinary person.

Before long, they drove to an abandoned underground parking garage in Koreatown. One of the headlights was broken, and only a faint light illuminated the surroundings, which were eerily quiet.

Just then, a blinding white light suddenly appeared not far ahead, so they drove towards it.

Upon seeing the scene before me, I noticed a Santana parked there, with two figures vaguely visible inside. The car window slowly rolled down, and a deep voice came through.

"Seller's name?"

"Chen," Anton said.

"Hey! Black Wolf, we meet again!" Karl got out of the car and came to the front, greeting him with a smile.

"Karl, the buyer is you!" The black wolf inside the car was obviously surprised. He then opened the car door and stepped out. He was wearing a black trench coat, his bald head was very eye-catching, and there was a ferocious tattoo on his neck.

"I'm not the buyer, my boss is. We're here to make a deal."

Black Wolf's expression shifted, showing surprise. "You actually acknowledge a boss? That's unexpected. Who is this person?"

"I'm sorry, I can't say, you know that."

Upon hearing this, Black Wolf smiled and then took a briefcase from the car. "Since it's you, there won't be any problems with this deal. After all, we've been friends for a long time."

"Look, four Glock 19 pistols, brand new, never used, you can tell them at a glance."

As Black Wolf spoke, he opened the briefcase, and four pistols were quietly placed inside.

Carl reached out and picked them up one by one to check them, his movements practiced and professional.

"Black Wolf, are there any records of these guns?"

Black Wolf chuckled, lit a cigarette, and said, "Of course not, they're all Ghost Guns. That's what you requested, the LAPD can't detect them."

Ghost guns, as the name suggests, have no serial number or record, their origin cannot be traced, and they are even more difficult to find.

"Where are the bullets?" Carl asked.

"I was planning to give you the bullets later, but since you're here, it's fine."

As he spoke, Black Wolf took out several boxes of bullets and magazines from the car.

"9×19mm bullets, $0.40 each, how much do you want?"

Carl looked at Anton, "What did the boss say?"

Anton handed over $2200, "After buying the gun, the rest was used to buy bullets."

Upon hearing this, Black Wolf reached out and took the money. He then had the people in the car verify the authenticity of the money. After confirming that there were no problems, he said, "The four guns were supposed to cost two thousand dollars. You can use the remaining two hundred dollars to buy 500 bullets!"

Carl looked surprised.

So many!

What is the boss trying to do?!

Black Wolf laughed immediately, "That's a big deal. For Karl's sake, I'll give you another 100 rounds for free, making it 600 rounds in total. Here you go."

As he spoke, Black Wolf placed 30 magazines in front of him. "I only brought this much with me. You can have the rest later. Is that alright?"

Karl picked up the magazine and checked it; each magazine held ten bullets. "When are the rest?"

"It will be delivered to the designated location by noon tomorrow at the latest, you know that."

Upon hearing this, Carl looked at Anton and asked, "Is everything alright?"

Anton had already contacted Chen An and, after receiving a reply, nodded, "No problem."

"Haha, it's a pleasure doing business with you then. If you want to buy other firearms next time, you can come to me. As long as you have enough money, I have large-caliber sniper rifles and even tanks."

Carl gave him the middle finger. "Stop bragging. Do you think this stuff will even get into Los Angeles?"

Black Wolf smiled. "I have my own channels."

"Goodbye, Carl. I hope you succeed." Black Wolf said as he got into the car and slowly drove away from the underground parking garage.

Carl then handed a gun to Anton. "You know how to use it, right?"

"Yes." Anton nodded and then reached out to take it.

Carl then picked up a suitcase in each hand, got into the car, and quickly left the area.

Inside the Graffiti Building, Chen An received news that the transaction had been successfully completed and felt relieved. He hadn't expected that letting Karl handle the transaction was the right decision, saving him a lot of trouble.

"It's time to make a move against Richard."

"Hank, have you found Richard's location?" Chen An asked.

Hank nodded. "We found the boss. He spends most of his time at school, and he still hasn't left. However, based on his schedule, he will leave the school around 9:30 and head to his home in the wealthy area."

Upon hearing this, Chen An knew that this was the best time to make a move, and hoped that everything would go smoothly.