I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping
Chapter 545 - 478 West Coast (Thanks for the tip!)_2

Chapter 545: 478 West Coast (Thanks for the tip!)_2

Annabelle pushed the door open and got out of the car.

The rowdy youngsters were still caught up in their excitement, completely oblivious to the severity of the situation. Seeing Annabelle’s striking figure, their lewd laughter grew louder as they got out of their vehicle, spewing filth and foul language incessantly.

"Have you been to Los Angeles before?"

Jiang Chen asked.

"Once."

"Has it always been like this?" Jiang Chen turned his head.

Pei Yunxi, unruffled, responded, "Maybe you’re just lucky."

Jiang Chen chuckled wryly.

Two cars stopped on the road.

Outside.

With a sinister smile, the tattooed white youth approached Annabelle, reaching out to grab what his heart was screaming "Wow" at.

Jiang Chen watched calmly, silently mourning the fellow’s fate.

Surrounded by the men, Annabelle’s expression remained blank as she grabbed the scoundrel’s wrist, effectively immobilizing him.

"Crack!"

Wrist easily broken.

Then, a kick brutal and vicious, executed perfectly.

"Bang!"

The tattooed white youth was sent flying into the sports car, shifting it as though it had moved a distance.

His face twisted in agony, he knelt on the ground, one hand grotesquely bent and the other instinctively clutching his groin, veins bulging in his neck as he nearly suffocated in pain, unable to even scream.

"Bitch!"

The others were frozen in shock before lunging angrily at Annabelle, but how could these scum be a match for a professional mercenary?

Ten million US Dollars a year is not something an ordinary person can claim confidently,

With overwhelming force, Annabelle promptly took down two more, not lethally, but with limbs twisted and broken.

Pei Yunxi had already turned her head away.

"Ah..."

The men who had been rampaging on the road now writhed in pain on the ground.

The last remaining black guy was terrified, trembling, unable to fathom that this sexy blonde was so fearsome. It was as if a bucket of cold water sobered him instantly. He turned and dashed towards the car, clearly intending to draw a weapon.

But Annabelle didn’t give him the chance.

The moment one of the black guy’s arms reached into the car, the door slammed shut as if struck with great force.

"Crack!"

The severe crunch seemed to mask the sound of bone crushing!

Even Jiang Chen involuntarily winced at the sight.

"Ahh!!!"

The black guy let out a blood-curdling scream, but his bad luck didn’t end there. Annabelle grabbed his hair, dragged him out, then, pressing his head, slammed it against the car window.

"Crash!"

The window shattered.

Annabelle didn’t pause, dragging the bloodied black man to smash against the car door.

Once.

Twice.

Thrice.

The door dented.

Blood spread.

The black man’s body twitched involuntarily and then grew still.

When Annabelle let go, he slumped to the ground, unconscious, uncertain whether dead or alive.

In the car ahead, Peter, having witnessed everything through the rearview mirror, was terrified.

As if nothing had happened, Annabelle turned and got back into the car.

"Beep..."

Dwayne honked the horn.

"Let’s go," Bai Haoran reminded, while taking a deep breath,

He thought he was ruthless, but he now realized he had been ignorant of the true extent.

Indeed.

Compared to real battlefields riddled with bullets, these professional mercenaries must have long been accustomed to such scenes.

To them, people are probably not much different from beasts.

Peter, snapping back to reality, wiped the sweat from his brow and started the car.

Dwayne followed.

Astounded drivers and pedestrians frantically took out their phones to call the police.

The two cars left the scene.

The atmosphere inside the car was quiet and oppressive.

Jiang Chen, naturally, wasn’t worried about the aftermath, confident that with Blackwater’s capabilities, handling such a minor incident would be a breeze.

He glanced at Pei Yunxi.

Although she showed no change in her composure, the fact that she stopped resting with her eyes closed was enough to suggest that the recent violence had certainly impacted her.

Compared to the shootout at the park basketball court, the recent scene might not have been gory, but it was just as ruthlessly cruel.

Especially the way Annabelle acted as if nothing had happened, was telling of her cold nature.

But it was also perfectly understandable.

For someone like Annabelle, dismantling the enemy’s ability to resist is unquestionably the first rule in dealing with foes.

Not to mention these professional mercenaries, even the Meilijian police often fire recklessly when apprehending suspects.

It’s a matter of culture.

After all, this is a nation awash with guns.

If you show mercy, no one can guarantee that the other person won’t draw a weapon and treat you to a couple of bullets the next second.

However, for Pei Yunxi, having someone as ruthless as Annabelle stay by her side for close protection inevitably made her feel a bit uneasy.

"In the future, when dealing with small-time thugs like that, a light punishment as a serious warning will suffice,"

Jiang Chen cleared his throat softly, not because he thought Annabelle was wrong—such scum deserved death—but he was considering Pei Yunxi’s feelings.

"What exactly is the boundary for ’a light punishment as a serious warning’?"

Annabelle’s retort left Jiang Chen speechless.

It wasn’t an offense.

But it left Jiang Chen with no response.

"Understood."

Dwayne spoke up, easing Jiang Chen’s embarrassment.

He seemed to understand what Jiang Chen meant.

It was simply to avoid having the protected target witness such violent scenes as much as possible.

Money talks.

Facing $10 million, these two mercenaries who licked blood from their blades complied rather well with Mr. Jiang.

"Question, if those four guys just now each had a gun, could you have managed?"

Jiang Chen asked curiously.

According to what he learned from Bai Haoran, Annabelle and Dwayne were A-class mercenaries registered with the Blackwater Company.

Bai Haoran didn’t know the specific grading criteria, but A-class mercenary status represented the highest level at the Blackwater Company.

As for so-called SSS-class like the ’Mercenary King,’ those exist in novels.

With over 20,000 mercenaries on the books, and countless others unregistered or freelancing, those rated as A-class are indeed rare.

Otherwise, they wouldn’t start negotiations at the astronomical sum of five million US dollars.

Did you really think money was that easy to come by?

Annabelle didn’t respond to this question, whether she was contemplating it or found it too idiotic to bother with.

Compared to her, Dwayne seemed a bit more humane as he explained, "It depends on the situation. If it were as close as earlier, they wouldn’t have had a chance to fire."

Impressive.

It seems that Hollywood blockbusters aren’t entirely fabricated after all.

"Isn’t it said that within seven steps, the knife is quicker, but beyond seven steps, the gun is quick and accurate?"

Jiang Chen said instinctively.

Dwayne fell silent.

"Have you ever failed a mission before?"

Jiang Chen continued to inquire.

Indeed, he had seen these professional mercenaries as too elusive, almost like fictional characters. He was genuinely curious about their lives.

"No."

Dwayne’s reply was flat and decisive.

"Impressive,"

Jiang Chen exclaimed, then asked, "What kind of missions have you undertaken in the past?"

Most companies would first review a resume when hiring employees.

Domestic security firms did the same; they would send a bunch of profiles according to the employer’s request for the employer to select from.

But this clearly wasn’t applicable to foreign professional mercenaries.

The resume of a mercenary couldn’t be casually shown to others.

After all, Bai Haoran’s knowledge was extremely limited; he knew only that the two were A-class mercenaries and nothing else.

Mercenaries have tasks beyond just protecting people.

Many missions can’t be exposed to the light of day or are considered top secret.

"Our mission is solely to ensure the safety of the target. For unrelated inquiries, you may contact Blackwater Company."

This time it was Annabelle who responded.

The answer was quite

—— professional.

Jiang Chen was at a loss for words, feeling quite embarrassed.

Pei Yunxi’s lips curled slightly in a smile that wasn’t quite a smile as she glanced at him.

Go figure.

She was starting to like this "female bodyguard’s" character.

The car pulled up in front of a five-star hotel.

The room had already been booked.

"Mr. Jiang, here is your room card. Director Felton has specially prepared a welcome party for you tonight, please grace us with your presence,"

Jiang Chen was somewhat surprised; he hadn’t expected a workaholic like Felton to have this kind of attention to detail.

He certainly wouldn’t refuse such a kind gesture.

"Director Felton is very considerate."

"The rest of you may rest for now. I’ll come back to get you later,"

Jiang Chen nodded.

Peter looked warily at Annabelle before turning to leave.

"Everybody take a break for now."