Start in America, and receive three assassins every day.

Chen An sat down at a McDonald's near the dock, ordered an ice cream, and then took out his phone to look at his chat messages.

Having been in America for so many days, he has had very few contacts. He might die here and no one would even know.

Ding Dong!

Just then, his phone vibrated, and the message that popped up made Chen An's expression change drastically. After seeing the message, his face turned terribly gloomy.

Shen Ling: "I know you're looking for me. Chen Wan's disappearance has nothing to do with me. I advise you to leave America, otherwise you'll only end up dead, and no one will collect your body."

As Chen An looked at the message, he clenched his fist slightly, and the tips of his fingers holding the phone gradually turned white.

Shen Ling definitely knows something.

So he quickly typed, wanting to ask the other party.

But when the message was sent, a big exclamation mark appeared before his eyes; the other party had already deleted him.

"Damn it! You better not let me find you!"

And no matter who is behind him or how powerful their background is, he will make them pay the price!

However, the key right now is to find Shen Ling. But Los Angeles and even the whole of America are so big that if she is hiding from him, he has no way of finding her unless he has the means to locate her.

But he didn't know anyone like that.

But soon Chen An seemed to realize something, "That's right! I almost forgot this is America. Even Silicon Valley elites can become homeless because of the cutoff score."

Why don't you go and look for it yourself?

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Since I didn't have anything else to do, I got up, walked out of McDonald's, and headed towards Ding Fat Plaza in Los Angeles.

Half an hour later.

When Chen An arrived at Ding Pangzi Square, he walked to the entrance of an alley and saw dozens of tents set up inside. The air was filled with a sour smell and a pungent chemical odor.

He knew it was the smell of a syringe left behind after drug use.

Some people looked dazed, while others lay on the ground fast asleep.

Chen An looked for a long time and found that the person he was looking for was not there. These people were drug addicts. Even if they had the skills, they had long been out of their minds due to the effects of drugs.

Chen An then walked away, wandering aimlessly down the street.

"Let go!"

"No! This is all my possessions, you can't take it!"

The commotion in the distance caught Chen An's attention. He saw two shirtless Black homeless men wearing three or four pairs of pants snatching a laptop from a white man.

The other person was wearing a suit jacket and framed glasses, and looked like a refined gentleman, but the wrinkles and holes in his clothes, along with the tired look on his face, told a story of what he had been through.

"Let go! This computer is ours now!"

One of the Black men said, pulling a folding knife from his pocket, his fierce eyes seeming to say, "If you resist again, I'll kill you!"

The people around watched this scene indifferently, and then hurriedly left.

Even though the bespectacled man was reluctant, he had no choice but to let go. The two black men grabbed the items and disappeared in a flash.

The bespectacled man was left sitting on the ground, devastated and weeping bitterly.

Chen An walked over slowly at that moment. "Hey! Do you know how to use a computer?"

Hearing the sound, Hank was so frightened that he quickly backed away. "I have nothing left, don't take it from me!"

"I'm not here to rob you, look carefully." Chen An said helplessly. How miserable must this person have been before? It had become a conditioned reflex.

However, this confirms the reality of the American underclass – it's a place that devours people!

Upon hearing this, Hank looked up and saw that although the other person was dressed simply, he was clean and tidy, so he probably wasn't a homeless person.

This put him somewhat at ease, but he remained vigilant and asked, "Is there anything I can help you with?"

Seeing this, Chen An repeated what he had just said, "Do you know how to use a computer?"

Hank nodded. "Yes, I used to be a programmer at a big company, earning $20 a year. Unfortunately, I was framed and made a fool of. I bought a house and a car, but my wife divorced me, and I was even blacklisted by the industry and lost my job."

"Why should I...?"

Chen An raised his hand to signal the other person to stop. "I'm not interested in your stories. Just one sentence: can you find the other person's location through their phone chat messages?"

"If I could, I could give you a salary that would be better than your current life on the streets."

Upon hearing this, Hank's hope was rekindled, and he quickly replied, "Yes, but it would be difficult if the other party has strong counter-tracking capabilities. I can still find the other party's location if they are an ordinary person."

Chen An's expression shifted.

Unexpectedly, he actually found such a talent. Shen Ling was just an ordinary student, so she didn't have any counter-tracking methods. He handed over his phone and pointed to Shen Ling's number and WeChat information.

Are you confident?

Hank looked troubled.

"Difficulties?" Chen An was taken aback. Had he overestimated the other party's abilities?

"No, it's just that you need at least a computer to operate it, otherwise I can't do it."

"And my laptop was just stolen by those two homeless men."

He needed to do everything he could to stay with this Asian man; it was his only hope. He didn't want to be a homeless person anymore, living a life of hunger and uncertainty.

This was unacceptable to him, a former elite.

"Okay, I'll buy you one later. Now come with me."

As he spoke, Chen An continued walking forward, with Hank slowly following behind.

Before we knew it, it was 7 p.m.

San Pedro Pier.

When Chen An returned here, he spent the whole day exploring the area. Apart from a small part of the city center that was glittering and magnificent, he could see homeless people everywhere.

There are dozens of robberies and shootings every day.

This so-called free country, America, is actually so chaotic behind the scenes.

"An, you're here."

Brooke then led Anton and five others into the room, their faces still damp with sweat from their work.

"Mr. Chen, this is your daily wage."

As he spoke, Anton took out $900 from his pocket.

Chen An reached out and took it, putting it in his pocket. Then he looked at Brooke and said, "Brooke, let's exchange contact information. I have to go now."

Brooke nodded. "No problem, okay."

He then added Brooke's contact number and led Anton and the others out of the dock.

Hank followed silently, glancing at Anton and the others every now and then. He couldn't help but ask, "Boss, are you some kind of mob boss?"

Upon hearing this, Chen An shook his head. "No, these are all my brothers who have risked their lives for me. I'll get the computer for you right away."

"Hey! Asian kid, we've been waiting for you!"

Just then, a beer bottle was thrown at Chen An, but it was quickly blocked by Anton beside him. Chen An looked ahead with a gloomy expression.

Then I saw that the two homeless men from yesterday had brought helpers with them; there were more than a dozen of them at a glance.