Start in America, and receive three assassins every day.

At this moment, his assassins numbered as many as thirty-nine.

Afterwards, Anton still led his men to work at the San Pedro docks, while he took Carl and Emily in a pickup truck and drove around the vicinity of the Hogston Hotel again.

He discovered that the hotel's exterior walls were not smooth mirrors. On the contrary, the hotel was built a long time ago, and the walls were relatively rough with many protrusions, making it easy for assassins with [climbing proficiency] to sneak in.

"Karl, where around here do you think is a good spot for marksman rifles to perform?" Chen An asked.

"Boss, I think the shopping mall across from the hotel is a good option. It covers a large area in front of the hotel entrance. The advantage of the marksman rifle lies in mid-to-long-range combat, which can achieve precise and powerful suppression."

After hearing Karl's words, Chen An also looked across from the hotel. It was a shopping mall, four stories high, and a place with many people and eyes. It would not be easy to find even if it was discovered later.

About ten minutes later, he had surveyed the surrounding area and could only conclude that Creek would have no chance of escape if he ever came to the party.

"Let's go, Carl, to the nearby flea market. I need to buy some things to prepare."

"Okay, boss," Carl replied, and drove to the nearby flea market.

Upon arriving at the flea market, Chen An began purchasing Dyneema rope, which was the strongest commercial fiber he knew of at the time.

Its strength is 10 to 15 times that of steel wire of the same weight!

Lightweight and wear-resistant, its practicality is off the charts!

Next came lime powder and fingerless gloves. Those three items were enough. I bought enough for twenty people, and the total cost was $300.

At this moment, Emily also brought over a large bag containing various cosmetics and disguise props. With these, the preparations for this mission were basically complete.

After putting everything into the pickup truck, the three drove back to the Graffiti Building.

At this moment, Carl asked curiously, "Boss, I understand you buying rope, but what's the point of buying cosmetics? Do you need to wear makeup to catch Krieg?"

"Of course it's a disguise. You're not really going to openly fight with Creek's men, are you? After the surveillance footage comes back, the police will immediately issue a warrant for your arrest."

"This is not like the case of homeless people and gangsters. One is a rat that everyone hates, while the other is clearly valued by the capitalist class."

Carl nodded. "But boss, who here knows how to fake this technology?"

"Emily will," Chen An said.

Upon hearing this, Carl's eyes lit up as he looked at Emily. "Miss Emily, you can actually disguise yourself? Let me try it out. I want to see what kind of different effect it has."

"Emily, let Carl see what you're made of," Chen An said. Emily did as he was told, taking out the makeup products, wigs, beards, and other props she had bought.

A few minutes later.

The Karl before me had changed drastically. His short hair had become bald, and even his beard had been shaved off. His nose, eyes, and mouth were all different from before.

Carl picked up the mirror and looked at himself again and again, exclaiming in amazement, "Oh my god! This is me, it's like a completely different person!"

"With this disguise, even Black Wolf wouldn't recognize me standing right in front of me!"

Chen An was also quite satisfied with the entry for "Master of Disguise," although it still had some flaws, but none of them were serious.

Before we knew it, it was five o'clock in the afternoon.

Chen An sat calmly on the sofa, inspecting the HK G28 and loading bullets one by one, preparing for the fierce battle to come.

Carl had already gone to meet up with Zhou Hao, who had infiltrated the hotel ahead of time to provide support from both inside and outside.

5:15.

Anton and twenty other suicide bombers gathered on the rooftop, pairing up to disguise themselves. They then put bulletproof vests, grenades, and other weapons into their backpacks. By the time everything was ready, it was already six o'clock.

Looking at the twenty fully equipped assassins, Chen An said in a deep voice, "Let's go!"

Immediately afterwards, they walked out of the Graffiti Building in twos and threes, blending in inconspicuously into the crowd, and heading towards the Hogstown Hotel.

Chen An, driving a pickup truck with Emily and Anton, arrived near the hotel first. He used a walkie-talkie to contact Hank and confirmed that the area was a blind spot for surveillance cameras, so he parked the car there.

"Anton, you'll lead the team. I'll tell you where to infiltrate later."

Anton nodded.

Seeing this, Chen An picked up the bag and walked with Emily into the mall across the street. Without hesitation, they went straight to the top floor. Then, with the "Climbing Mastery" skill set activated, they climbed directly to the mall's roof. After looking around, they finally found an excellent spot that was secluded and had a good view.

After that, Chen An and Emily lay down there and shared their view to see how Carl was doing.

Inside the banquet hall on the sixth floor of the hotel, Carl had already followed Zhou Hao inside. In the magnificent and luxurious hall, upper-class people dressed in formal attire and suits were walking around, holding red wine and talking quietly.

Zhou Hao and his three companions seemed somewhat out of place. Sitting in a corner, Shen Ling looked extremely nervous.

"Hey, how are you two going to deal with Creek? There are at least ten bodyguards around, each with a pistol on their hip, and there might even be someone lurking in the shadows."

Carl said calmly, "Don't worry, this is our business, you don't need to concern yourself with it. But why hasn't Crick shown up yet?"

Upon hearing this, Zhou Hao explained, "Krick, as the main character of this banquet, wouldn't appear so soon. We'll have to wait."

........

At this moment, in a suite in the banquet hall.

Creek and several friends were having a long talk, with laughter filling the air.

"Young Master Creek, these are the finest cigars, I brought them especially for you to try." One of them took out a box of cigars and placed it in front of him.

Seeing this, Creek picked up one with some interest. "Really? I'll try it."

Just then, someone suddenly spoke up and asked.

"Young Master Creek, I've heard that someone is trying to get you. Is that true?"

Upon hearing this, Creek did not reply. Instead, he took a deep drag on his cigar, slowly exhaled a smoke ring, and then spoke.

"That's true."

"Young Master Creek dares to attend this party?" someone exclaimed in surprise.

Upon hearing this, Krick smiled dismissively, pointed to the six people in the distance, and said, "These are the mercenaries my father arranged for me. Their equipment and strength are top-notch. What could possibly happen to them?"

Upon hearing this, the others' expressions shifted. "These guys are actually mercenaries. It seems that with them around, anyone who wants to attack you will have to back down."

"Hahaha! Of course." Creek laughed loudly, then picked up a cigar and a glass of red wine and waved them at the six people in the distance.

"Hey friend, want to try one? Don't be so nervous."

The leading Black man shook his head. "No need, Master Creek."

"Also, please don't reveal our identities easily, as it might give those behind us an opportunity to take advantage."