Wrong Answer!

But after waiting for a long time, no one got out of the car, and there wasn't even a sound from inside. The surroundings were completely silent.

A bead of cold sweat slowly slid down his forehead, washing away streaks on his face, which was already covered in dust and a mess on the car floor.

But he had no mind to wipe it away, letting the sweat mixed with dust drip from his cheeks to his chest.

He didn't dare to think about what had happened in the carriage; all he wanted to know was what he should do!

Seeing this, despite his reluctance to accept it, he clearly realized that all his men in the car must be dead, otherwise there would have been a commotion. So, was it his turn next?

Thinking of this, he felt a wave of despair.

At this moment, the mysterious figure wielding the knife did not reappear in front of him, so even if he wanted to make a move, he couldn't find a target at all!

As for going outside, he was already terrified and had no courage to get out of the car. Even a car body that could be easily pierced by a long sword would give him a slight sense of security.

Sitting in the passenger seat, he gripped his pistol tightly, pointing it out the window towards the van. His eyes scanned the van back and forth. He figured the powerful assassin was still inside. If the assassin wanted to attack him, he would have to reveal himself, and then he could launch an attack and maybe even kill him!

Just as he was staring intently at the truck and on high alert, he suddenly felt a slight sway in the SUV he was in, as if the center of gravity had shifted slightly.

Having witnessed his three men being killed by long knives, the short, stocky leader, who was probably the only survivor in the vehicle, felt a chill run down his spine, as if something was behind him.

The hairs on the back of his head stood on end instantly. He didn't dare to move and sat stiffly in the passenger seat. However, his gaze involuntarily turned to the rearview mirror in the middle of the windshield. Although he couldn't see the entire back seat due to the angle, he still saw the familiar face that had appeared on the roof of the van earlier, giving him a meaningful smile in one corner of the mirror!

"Hi, the weather's nice tonight!"

The casual, lighthearted laughter, which sounded like a greeting between ordinary people, was like a devil's inquiries to the short, stocky leader. He sat there stiffly, not daring to turn around or say a word.

"Can you tell me who sent you?"

The voice behind him remained gentle.

The short, stocky leader felt his throat go dry and stammered.

"I... I don't know!"

As his voice fell, he felt a sudden chill run down his spine.

"Incorrect answer!"

Upon hearing this, the squad leader's heart tightened, and a ruthless glint appeared in his eyes. He suddenly twisted his body to the left rear, and at the same time, he quickly raised his pistol and pointed it at the figure sitting in the middle of the back row.

"Go to hell!"

But when he turned his head completely, he was suddenly stunned to see a dark gun barrel pointing straight at his forehead.

"WHAT? Isn't he using dual swords?!"

"BYE!"

Before he could figure everything out, a dazzling flame suddenly burst from the dark muzzle of the gun, completely engulfing his vision. The next moment, the boundless darkness swallowed him up completely.

"Boss, this guy doesn't know who hired them."

Wade teleported behind the SUV, and in front of him, in the previously empty square, Chen Mo and Agent Zero were standing.

Wade naturally wouldn't easily believe the short, stocky leader's words, but while questioning him, he had probed the other man's mind with his telekinesis, so he knew that the leader really didn't know the employer's identity.

His and Agent Zero's mastery of telekinesis was limited to basic telekinetic manipulation, Mind Stone control, and consciousness reading. They couldn't directly read the other person's memories like Chen Mo could, so they could only ask questions and then read the other person's consciousness to obtain the information they wanted.

However, it is clear that the Mafia boss who was sent to carry out the attack was simply following orders and had no idea who the real mastermind was.

"It's okay, I already know."

Chen Mo glanced at the two cars ahead and said in a cold tone.

When J.A.R.V.I.S. noticed two cars turning off Highway 1 and heading towards the manor gate, he reported this to Chen Mo and quickly identified the mastermind behind it.

"The people who did this are Italian Mafia forces in Los Angeles, and their employer is Ferrari Motors."

Chen Mo told the two of them the information J.A.R.V.I.S. had found.

"Boss, what's our next step?"

The Agent Zero standing next to Chen Mo suddenly spoke up, a hint of anticipation flashing in his eyes.

Since following Chen Mo to this "main world," they have spent their days practicing Gun Fu and herding horses, and haven't fought in a long time. The opportunity to deal with these invaders was stolen by Wade, and Agent Zero felt that his knife was about to rust!

Upon hearing this, Wade looked at Chen Mo with anticipation. The battle just now wasn't exciting enough; he hadn't even warmed up before it was over.

Chen Mo didn't rush to answer Agent Zero. Instead, he walked towards the two cars and, with a wave of his hand, put the two cars, the corpses inside, and the head that had rolled on the ground into his spatial storage.

Then, Chen Mo turned to look at Wade and the other man, his eyes filled with a chilling coldness.

"Tomorrow, I don't want Los Angeles to still Italian Mafia's existence."

Wade and Agent Zero showed excitement upon hearing this.

"Yes, Boss!"

After they finished speaking, their figures flashed and disappeared from the spot.

On the second floor of a large bar in downtown Los Angeles, several leaders of the local Mafia were having a gathering in a luxurious private room.

"Damn it! That shorty snatched such a good job!"

A middle-aged man with a fierce look in his eyes said this, picked up the glass in front of him, and gulped down the amber liquid inside.

"Who says otherwise? The boss is so biased!"

"Those luxury cars from S.H.I.E.L.D. Company cost at least five million each. The boss of that company must be incredibly rich! That kid's struck it rich this time!"

"The lion's share still goes to the eldest brother; he only gets a few sips of soup!"

"We can't even get soup!"

Just as everyone was drinking and complaining, a figure dressed in a black and red combat suit suddenly appeared out of nowhere in the room.