Start in America, and receive three assassins every day.

Black Wolf continued his methodical introduction: "Crye Precision tactical carrier + silicon carbide composite insert. This bulletproof vest can effectively avoid damage caused by bullets hitting vital organs, and can also add magazines to the waist for convenience."

"How about it, considering buying a few sets?"

Chen An asked, "How much?"

"The complete set, carrier + Level III insert plate, is $1500. This is a good deal, especially since it's secondhand," Black Wolf said slowly.

Upon hearing this, he thought for a moment and then gave the quantity: "Ten sets."

"Okay." Black Wolf was very happy. This was the biggest deal he had completed recently. The arms business in Los Angeles was not only difficult, but there were also few buyers. They were mostly sold to some chaotic areas. Only Asians like Chen An would buy them in such large quantities.

Then Black Wolf pointed in another direction: "Would you like some tactical helmets and military-grade headsets? They could greatly increase your chances of survival."

Chen An looked over, and although he was very tempted, he knew that he didn't have enough money right now. Having a bulletproof vest was already the best he could do, and it wasn't like he was going to war, so he didn't need to be so well prepared.

So he said, "Never mind, this is enough. Just prepare seven more Glock 19s and plenty of ammunition, and some grenades."

Upon hearing this, Black Wolf looked dejected.

Unfortunately, he had hoped to get the Asian man in front of him to buy as much as possible, but it seemed that the man was more rational than he had imagined.

Soon, Black Wolf had his men equipped with grenades, bullets, and other supplies.

"Ann, here's everything you wanted: bullets, grenades, flashbangs, walkie-talkies, seven Glock 19s, and a military binocular. The total, including the two guns, is $48910."

Upon hearing the price, Chen An couldn't help but marvel at how much money arms dealers make. He then said, "That's all. The money will be deducted from the loan, and the rest is fine with me."

Black Wolf smiled and nodded. "No problem, but the deadline is three months. If you don't pay it back, I'll send someone to find you. Of course, I'm not doing charity. The interest is $6000, and it will increase if you don't pay it back in three months. Any problems?"

"Okay," Chen An said. He wasn't going to be foolish enough to say there was a problem, and the interest rate seemed alright.

Carl chimed in, "Black Wolf, don't worry, I'll pay you back in a while, less than three months."

Upon hearing this, Black Wolf's curiosity was piqued once again. "Can you tell me what you need this equipment for? I can charge you a little less interest."

"Mr. Black Wolf, that won't be necessary." Chen An spoke up again to stop the other party from probing. "You'll find out later. For now, the transaction is complete. Just give us the remaining money, and that will conclude the deal."

Seeing this, Black Wolf understood that the other party's refusal to say meant "you'll find out when the time comes."

Are these people mercenaries, planning to carry out some kind of mission?

Shortly after, Emily and Anton arrived in their pickup truck and parked in front of the residential building.

The HK G28 and M249 had already been put into gun cases, then wrapped in long black bags and placed in the car.

Bulletproof vests, magazines, bullets, etc. were all sealed and placed in boxes, and then carried into the trunk one trip at a time.

"Ann, here's the remaining fifty thousand dollars."

Looking at the US dollars Black Wolf handed over, Chen An reached out and took them. "Thanks, Black Wolf. If you ever need anything in the future, just let me know. I'll help if I can."

"That's fair, An. I believe this won't be our last deal. Like I said, whatever you want, I'll find a way to get it for you."

Chen An reached out and shook hands with the other person. "I believe you."

He then got into the car with Carl and left. With so many guns, if the police found them, they would probably never be able to get out of prison again. So they were very careful and basically avoided important places, taking secret routes.

Fortunately, we returned to the Graffiti Building unharmed.

After that, he carried the equipment into the room one trip after another. Looking at the bullets and magazines scattered all over the floor, Hank stood there dumbfounded.

"Boss, isn't this a bit too much?"

"There were even hand grenades! If those exploded in Los Angeles, wouldn't it cause a sensation?!"

Chen An sat on the sofa, playing with the HK G28, and smiled. "It's okay, I'll disguise it for you, and the police won't be able to find it for a while."

"You and Carl each take one of these walkie-talkies; you'll use them to communicate with each other."

Carl and Hank reached out and took it.

"Crick, you better pray my sister is alright."

Now that we finally have some strength, all that's left is to wait for the action to take place in two days.

........

Inside a villa in Beverly Hills.

Krieg was savoring the wine and enjoying the service of the maids behind and beneath him, his eyes slightly narrowed.

At this moment, a subordinate came over and said, "Young Master Creek, someone outside wants to see you. They say he is your friend Zhou Hao."

Creek nodded. "Let him in."

"Yes."

Soon, Zhou Hao slowly walked into the magnificent living room, accompanied by his assassin. The assassin had already informed Chen An of the situation the moment he saw Krick.

Upon hearing this, Chen An quickly activated the shared view and finally saw the appearance of this Creek. He was very young, and his blond hair and handsome face made him look like a noble young master. He had a clown face tattooed on his chest.

"Zhou Hao, why are you here instead of going to your school?" Creek asked.

Zhou Hao maintained a smile and a humble attitude throughout. "Young Master Creek, I heard you're holding a party in two days, so I came to ask if you need any help."

"Help? What help do I need? Does anyone in Los Angeles dare to mess with me? I'll make sure they're all reduced to dust!"

Upon hearing this, Chen An knew that the other party was very arrogant. He had considered having his assassins take action, but according to the assassins' perspective, there were at least eight people standing around, all equipped with pistols, making it impossible.

"Young Master Creek is right." Zhou Hao maintained his smile, but inwardly he was cursing. Nobody dares to touch you? Who do you think you are, the President of the United States?

"Alright, I'll invite you to the party. After all, you've done a lot for me and are practically a foreign member of the Creek family. Especially the woman you gave me last time, she was very good."

Upon hearing this, Chen An's arms clenched slightly. Could it be that the whereabouts of his sister were about to be revealed?

"Young Master Creek, where did that girl go?" Zhou Hao brought up the topic. He also wanted to know where Chen Wan was. If she was dead, then it would really be the end.

Creek's icy gaze swept over them. "When did I become your customer? Have you got anything else to say? If not, get lost!"

Chen An felt disappointed; it seemed he would have to personally capture and interrogate Creek.

Zhou Hao naturally dared not ask any more questions. He nodded and led the assassins away from the villa. After walking a certain distance, he looked at the assassins beside him.

"How is it?"

The assassin spoke up, "Mr. Chen will tell you what to do later, so don't ask any more questions."