Start in America, and receive three assassins every day.

At this time.

Chen An and the others had already left the area. Sitting in the car, his face was flushed and his adrenaline was surging. This was his first time using such a large firearm, and he didn't expect it to be so enjoyable.

He instantly fell completely in love with the feeling!

"Boss, from today onwards, this area will all belong to our Graffiti Building. We can also go to more distant places to collect scraps. You know, there were some places we didn't dare to go before because of the Blood Gang and the Crippled Gang, but now we don't have that concern anymore. I believe more and more people will be willing to join our Graffiti Building."

Cameron pumped his fists excitedly as he spoke.

"Well, as long as they're willing to join, they'll still pay six dollars a day as before, but of course, we still don't want drug addicts."

"Understood, boss!"

Soon, the group returned to the Graffiti Building without attracting anyone's attention. Upon arriving home, Chen An plopped down on the sofa and gradually calmed down.

Tonight was a bit too risky; it would have been easy to get caught by the police. Fortunately, everything went relatively smoothly. As for O'Neal, he believed that the other party must have his own abilities to become the leader of the Crippled Gang, and he wouldn't be so easy to catch, so there was no need to worry.

However, he also saw the weakness of the suicide squad today, which was that they knew nothing about indoor combat.

But Chen An immediately thought of Karl, who might know about indoor combat techniques, so he called Karl over.

"Boss, you wanted to see me?" Carl walked into the living room from outside, smoking a cigarette and shirtless.

"Yes, I have something to ask you."

Carl nodded. "Go ahead, boss. If I know, I'll definitely tell you."

"We're about to take on Creek, which will definitely involve indoor combat, so I wanted to ask you if you have any tips on this to help us work together more effectively."

Although the entry includes "Tactical Mastery," he had tried it and found that this ability was mainly used for commanding operations and devising strategies, with very few practical combat skills.

Carl thought for a moment and said, "There really is one. We call it CQB. It makes the team work together more smoothly. It has its own terminology and is a skill that every SEAL needs to master."

Chen An's eyes lit up: "This is it. Tomorrow I'll gather my men on the rooftop, and you'll be in charge of teaching them."

Even death squad members aren't rigid; they can learn, and they can even master skills much faster than ordinary people.

"No problem." Carl gave an OK sign and continued, "Susan just contacted me and said the green card has been activated and we can pick it up tomorrow."

"Okay." Chen An smiled slightly.

With a green card, many things can be done. Before, it was impossible to do business here without a green card, and it is still difficult now, but there is still a glimmer of hope.

Another reason is that having a green card would allow him to become a full-time employee at the San Pedro port. He has always been optimistic about the port business, as there are various benefits besides handling goods. One such benefit he knows of is the blind box container business.

Before we knew it, it was eight o'clock the next morning.

Chen An sat up in bed, stretched his body, and walked out of the bedroom into the living room, where he saw Karl doing push-ups.

"61, 62, 63, 64..." He kept chanting numbers, then stopped when he saw Chen An, stood up, and said, "Boss, good morning."

"Good morning." Chen An greeted them and went to the dining table to eat the breakfast that had been prepared in advance. It has to be said that the benefits of being a suicide squad member are now evident. Emily prepares breakfast for him every day without fail.

"Carl, what time did Susan ask you to meet her?" Chen An asked Carl while eating breakfast.

"Ten o'clock, Hoxton Hotel."

Chen An nodded, "Okay, you and Emily will accompany me then."

He thought to himself.

"System, deploy today's six assassins."

[Ding! Dispensing complete.]

In just a few days, his number of assassins had reached thirty-three, and he had already begun to establish a considerable force!

Apart from one assassin monitoring Zhou Hao and Emily, all the other assassins followed Anton to the San Pedro Wharf.

Soon, it was almost ten o'clock, and Chen An took the two of them in a pickup truck towards the Hogston Hotel in downtown Los Angeles.

At 9:55, they arrived safely and stepped into the Hogstown Hotel without lingering. The strange smell in the air was gone, replaced by a pleasant fragrance that calmed their minds.

Warm lighting and a subtle aroma of wine intertwine, making this arguably the most stylish social venue in the city center. It feels isolated from the outside world, prompting one to wonder if this is still a world unto itself.

Located on the first floor of the hotel, this area serves as both a reception area and a dining area, where guests can order food even if they are not staying at the hotel.

Chen An glanced around and quickly noticed Susan's figure, so he walked over.

"Miss Susan, we meet again."

Susan paused, her arm holding the glass still, and looked up. "Mr. Mark Ann, here is your green card."

Chen An smiled. "You can just call me Chen An. I'm still used to this name."

As he spoke, he took the green card. The overall color scheme was green, complemented by red, white, and blue elements and the Statue of Liberty's main visual design.

Such a small thing, yet so precious. He immediately put the green card in his pocket and sat down on the chair.

Excuse me.

As soon as he finished speaking, a white waiter approached with a smile. "Gentlemen, what would you like to order?"

Chen An took the menu and pointed to the dishes on it, "Omelette, fish and chips, mushroom soup, and filet mignon."

Then, turning to Karl and the others, he asked, "What do you want to know?"

Carl took the menu and ordered.

"Mr. Chen An, if there's nothing else, I'll take my leave now," Susan said with a smile, and was about to get up.

"Miss Susan, do you receive intelligence?"

Upon hearing this, Susan paused, then sat back down in her chair, asking with a curious expression, "What kind of information do you have? It can't be some trivial, childish information, or anything that's common knowledge on the black market."

Chen An took a sip of coffee, smiled faintly, and said, "Of course not. You know the Creek family, right?"

Susan nodded. "I know, they specialize in smuggling, and most of the members are Mexican. You're not thinking of that, are you? You know, this is common knowledge among people with connections."

"Of course not." Chen An waved his hand and continued, "It's about the Creek family's smuggling routes and a detailed list of some members. Are you interested in that?"

He had heard Karl mention that the man before him was very good at selling information, so he must be interested in this as well.

Sure enough, as soon as he finished speaking, Susan's expression twitched almost imperceptibly, and then she heard the other party's slightly anxious voice.

"You really have this information? If it's true, I think we might be able to talk."