Start in America, and receive three assassins every day.

After hearing this, Chen An gave Black Wolf a reassuring look. "Don't worry, Mr. Black Wolf, we wouldn't do anything so foolish. Our goal is to deal with the Kree family, and I can guarantee that."

"Okay, I have the equipment you mentioned, but how are you going to transport such a huge quantity into Los Angeles? Even I can't do it." Black Wolf looked curious.

"I'm sorry, I can't tell you, otherwise not only will I be in trouble, but you will be too."

Upon hearing this, Black Wolf's pupils contracted.

Many guesses formed in his mind. Could it be that the person in front of him belonged to that mysterious department, or even involved other countries? If that were the case, then these people were not people he could afford to offend!

Chen An never expected that his casually made-up lie would make Black Wolf think so much.

"Come with me."

Black Wolf got up and walked outside. Seeing this, Chen An also picked up the $100,000 on the table and followed him outside.

They headed to the Black Wolf's armory in the area.

.......

Beverly Hills, at Kerry Weddell's estate.

At this moment, Kerry Trevor, Krydwin, and other core members all reside here to prevent being picked off one by one by their backers.

Creedwin was sitting in a chair, looking unwell with dark circles under his eyes. The tragic deaths of his two older brothers had filled him with immense fear, causing him to suffer from insomnia and nightmares.

Even though he was the only one of his three sons left, and he would definitely be the future heir, he couldn't be happy at all.

Coleman and his mercenary squad were also there; some were smoking, some were staring blankly, their faces revealing no emotion.

A short while later, Kerry Weddell slowly walked out of the bedroom, came to the front of everyone, and looked at Coleman.

Tell me what you found out.

Coleman nodded, looking at the core members of the Kree family, and said, "According to intelligence provided by my CIA friend, there were six people who attacked Kree, well-equipped and with decent marksmanship."

"Five men and one woman. The woman is a sniper. There are many people who fit this description, but based on the investigation, six suspicious individuals have been identified. They are members of the South District Crippled Gang."

Hearing Coleman's words, Kerry Trevor said directly, "Then what are we waiting for? Let's wipe out this cripple gang."

It wasn't just Creedwin who couldn't sleep; everyone else was too. As long as these people weren't eliminated, they would be in constant danger!

Coleman ignored Trevor and looked at Kerry Weddell instead, because he knew that only Weddell's word mattered, and the others had nothing to do with them, since they were just employees.

"Better to kill the innocent than let the guilty go free. Coleman, by taking action to wipe out this crippled gang, you've removed a scourge from Los Angeles. And while you're at it, bring those six guys back with you."

"Okay, but you need to pay a deposit first, and you also need to pay the six million US dollars for the intelligence."

Kerry Weddell said, "The money will be transferred to your account shortly, and I hope you won't let me down."

Coleman smiled slightly. "Don't worry, Mr. Kerry Weddell. We'll go and make preparations. We should have news within three days at the latest. If we don't come back, then we've failed and we're dead."

With that, Coleman led his eight teammates out of the hall and headed out of the manor.

"Big Brother, should we get our members and the 18th Street gang to help? I'm afraid Coleman won't be able to handle it. The mercenaries who protected Creek last time were all wiped out."

Kerry Weddell shook his head. "The two are not on the same level, so it shouldn't be a big problem, but it's good to have a backup plan in case of emergency."

"I'll leave this matter to you."

Kerry Trevor smiled and nodded. "Okay, big brother."

"Yes, remember to tell Coleman, so as not to hurt your own people." After giving the instructions, Kerry Weddell looked at his last son, Kerry Devin.

My feelings are indescribably complicated.

He didn't want this last remaining bloodline to die, but the other party's performance greatly disappointed him, as they were completely incapable of inheriting the Kree family business.

Creedwin, however, felt a glimmer of hope. If Coleman could deal with these people, he could escape this life of fear and anxiety, and inheriting the Creed family would be just around the corner!

He prayed in his heart that Coleman and his companions would succeed.

...

Meanwhile, on the other side...

Chen An had followed Black Wolf to the so-called armory, which was a rather old courtyard and house, probably over a hundred years old.

"Black Wolf, you really have a variety of places to store your weapons," Chen An said.

"There's no other way. We small arms dealers can't keep all our weapons in one place, or we might lose everything."

"It's best to have multiple burrows like a rabbit. After all, this is America, and the controls are quite strict, unlike the Middle East, where I can actually get tanks and mortars."

As Black Wolf spoke, he led Chen An and the other man into the house. The furniture inside was covered in dust, and there were cobwebs everywhere. Just as Chen An was wondering where the armory was, Black Wolf came to a spot on the floor, blew away the dust, and revealed a pull ring.

As the black wolf gently pulled, a basement entrance appeared before them, with a three- or four-meter-high staircase below.

"Business is tough, and these old things are just gathering dust here," Black Wolf lamented.

"What do you mean, Black Wolf? How long have these weapons been sitting here untouched?"

Chen An asked.

Black Wolf thought for a moment and replied, "It's been about a year. After all, this place is in a remote location, so I don't come here often. If I hadn't been hiding here this time, I wouldn't have remembered."

"Damn it! You actually sold me equipment that I haven't used for over a year." Chen An felt that Black Wolf was trying to scam him.

Black Wolf waved his hand, "The gun might not work, but the grenades and tactical helmets are still usable. I can give you a discount later. Let's take a look first."

Chen An nodded helplessly.

The three of them walked down the stairs and soon arrived in the basement. As Black Wolf pressed the switch, the light bulbs above their heads lit up, illuminating the surrounding scene.

The basement is quite large, about fifty or sixty square meters. Various firearms are placed on the floor, and long guns are hung on the walls, arranged in a very casual manner.

Chen An even saw the M1 carbine and M1903A4 sniper rifle used in World War II!

"Black Wolf, I think you could sell these guns as antiques. They're not just a year old, they're probably a hundred!"

Carl couldn't help but complain.

Black Wolf rubbed his nose with his fingers. "Don't get me wrong, I bought this basement from a veteran. There were these guns in the basement back then, so they've been kept here ever since."

"The real equipment is here."

Black Wolf led them to an area.

Chen An looked over and saw some grenades laid out there. Judging from the models, they should be M67 fragmentation grenades and M111 offensive grenades!