In the American comic world, where Anthony and Gin left a silver vortex appeared again. When the silver vortex expanded to a height of one person, Anthony and Gin walked out of the inside with boxes.

I checked the things I brought back from the wanted world immediately. After finding that everything was fine, Anthony began to check the electronic calendar placed in this room and found that it had been three days since he left, which was quite acceptable.

After carefully tidying up and disinfecting the room, Anthony led the gin through the secret door to enter the special elevator, and then entered the special parking lot of the senior members of the Caesar Palace Angry Gang.

"Boss," as soon as Anthony and Gin entered the parking lot, they were seen by several elite members of the Angry Help stationed here. Seeing that it was their boss, these elite members quickly saluted.

Anthony nodded lightly and then continued to move forward. When he was about to take a special elevator to the top floor, a convoy drove in.

"Boss," the person in the convoy was Brock, one of the senior cadres of the angry gang. Seeing that his gang leader was also here, he quickly drove the car door and said hello.

Anthony nodded, and suddenly stopped when he was about to leave, turned his head and asked, "Has something happened to the gang these days I left?"

"Yes," Brock sorted out his words: "Old John of Brooklyn has been here several times these two days, hoping to sell their goods in our premises."

"Old John? That Brooklyn-based usury?" Anthony asked.

Brock nodded: "Yes, boss."

"That old guy," Anthony sneered: "Didn't he beggar loan sharks? When did he start interfering in this kind of business again? He isn't afraid that the Mexicans will sink him into the Hudson River?"

Brock also looked confused: "I don't know very well, but there seems to be news that he got some good goods through some special channels, so..."

Anthony pondered for a moment, shook his head and refused, "No, reject him! Not to mention that his reputation itself is a terrible one, we don't need to cooperate with such people. The key is that the people who ship in our market are the people from the Party, and we don't need to provoke such madmen for irrelevant people. If we want the share in our market, let him go and talk with the Party by himself!"

"Okay," Brock nodded.

Anthony continued to ask, "Is there anything else?"

"This..." Brock hesitated for a moment, and it seemed that there was something indescribable.

Anthony glanced at him expressionlessly and asked faintly: "What's wrong?"

"Nothing," Brock quickly lowered his head: "It's just that many important gang members seem to feel they are under surveillance recently. We checked that it seems to be someone from the FBI."

"FBI?" Anthony frowned: "Is it the guy named Mike at that time?"

Brock nodded: "Yes, according to the people inside, it seems that this person is the person who is leading the surveillance against our gang this time. And he personally led the team to search us twice, forcing us to stop the underground transactions twice, so many people who came to participate in our underground trading venues had complaints."

"Bastard!" Anthony looked angry. Although it was just an unintentional act of setting up an underground trading venue at that time. However, after this period of development, the taps in the underground trading venue could make Anthony a lot of money, which has become one of the new sources of wealth for the Anthony Gang.

And the most important thing is that the few black technology products and magical things that Anthony now have are obtained from that underground trading venue. That place can be said to have become a bridgehead for Anthony to touch the mysterious side of the world. Now it is actually a huge loss of credibility caused by a small FBI agent. It is simply unforgivable!

"Boss, do you need me to take action?" Gin said coldly, with murderous intent in the language that made Brock and the elite gang members who were riding on the same elevator shudder.

Anthony thought with a gloomy face, shook his head and said, "Don't touch the nerves of the FBI for the time being. Last time, because of the local prosecutor's incident, Councillor Chris expressed dissatisfaction with the situation. If such a thing happens again in a short time, many of our friends may have an objection to us."

Brock's face couldn't help but relax, as if he was relieved. Anthony, who saw his performance, shook his head secretly. This guy is really not a bad guy.

"Then, boss, what should we do? If he keeps investigating this, our business will not be easy." Brock asked.

"I just said I wouldn't kill him, and I didn't say I wouldn't deal with him," Anthony said with a blank expression. "There are ways to disappear from your eyes, right?"

Brock wondered, "Boss, what do you mean?"

"Prison is a good place. You can find a way to send him in. Do it safer and let him stay in it for a longer time. His head needs to be clear and clear!" Anthony said with some advice.

"……clear."

Watching Brock out of the elevator, Anthony and Gin came to the top floor of Caesar Palace. When they got out of the elevator, they saw their younger brothers and sisters fighting outside. Anthony opened the gin in the box in his hand and opened his arms: "Angela, Jeremy! Do you miss your brother?"

When the younger brother and sister heard the sound, they saw Anthony, and showed surprise expressions, then gave up playing, and rushed towards Anthony, hugging Anthony happily while blaming Anthony for not seeing anyone for so many days.

At this moment, Anthony's father also heard the voice coming out of Anthony's office. He looked happy when he saw Anthony come back safely. He stepped forward and gave Anthony a warm hug, and then looked up and down carefully: "Son, I haven't seen you for a few days and I'm in a lot of energy. How about it, is this trip going smoothly?"

"Fortunately, everything went well," Anthony replied while smiling and stroking his younger brother and sister's heads.

James nodded, knowing that this is not a place to speak. He already had a son on this path, and the other two, James hoped that they could choose the life they like. So James tried not to talk about some gang affairs in front of them.

So James hugged Anthony's shoulder, pressed Anthony's younger brother and sister on the other side, and led him in with a smile: "To celebrate your elder brother's safe return, can we have a big meal?"

"Okay," not only Anthony's younger brother and sister, but also Anthony responded. Looking at the happy family and thinking about what he brought in the wanted world, Anthony couldn't help but smile.

It's almost done! Our family will be able to return to the happy time we used to be!
Chapter completed!