Before Lin Cheng left, he had already handed over all the land deeds and property certificates of the Assassin League to the fox, because he felt that since the fox was willing to listen to his opinion to rebuild the entire Assassin Alliance, then these things should be returned to her instead of being kept for himself.

In the simple container house at the construction site, after the sneak attack on the fox was discovered, Lin Cheng took the fox in his arms as he wished, and while greedily sniffing the perfume on her body, he looked at the textile factory reconstruction drawings on his desk.

The drawings were made by an expert, and the design style is the same as the previous red brick building......

Because this textile factory has a history of about 50 years, in the United States, which is only more than 200 years old, it is already an old factory that has been listed as a historic building by the New York government that needs to be protected.

Lin Cheng's behavior was actually the destruction of a historical building with extremely high historical value, and he should be condemned, so the fox shook off Lin Cheng's hand on his shoulder, slowly turned around, and faced Lin Cheng face to face, looking at each other.

Lin Cheng smiled and spread his hands and sat on the chair next to the table.

"You've been running for a month and haven't even made a call?"

The fox cast a stern questioning glance at Lin Cheng.

"I went to China with a full load, sent medical aid, asked a Chinese shipyard to commission a new ship, and hired some Chinese seafarers who were loading at the port of Shanghai, and would help us buy a batch of cheap medicines in India to take to South Africa and then cross the Cape of Good Hope to London."

Lin Cheng shrugged his shoulders and honestly explained what he had been busy with in the past month.

"Is sea freight profitable?"

The fox tilted his head, the expression on his face as if he was confused.

"It's more money than you think, baby."

He spent a lot of money on this trip, and at the same time made a lot of money.

In this way, back and forth, it is equivalent to no discrepancies at all, but a lot of things have been accomplished, and there is even an additional 200,000-ton international ocean-going cargo ship that can accommodate 20,000 cargo boxes, as well as a professional team composed of six graduates of the University of Political Science and Law.

The Foundation's billion-dollar account spent nearly $100 million on the purchase of medical equipment, but his personal account earned nearly $300 million on the freight of international shipping, and it was after deducting the money for the purchase of freighters.

It is believed that when the ship arrives in London, the next big money will soon be in the account.

"Give me the ship route, it's too chaotic in Africa, I'll help you arrange more guards."

The fox didn't pay attention to how much money Lin Cheng made, but directly asked for the scheduled route of the freighter.

She began to coordinate the Assassin League's personnel and arrange for the security personnel to be ready to board the ship, after all, Africa has always been known for chaos, and she did not want anything to happen to the Hope freighter, which had bought cheap medical equipment in China and cheap medicine in India.

"Excellent, but don't be too much, although the ship is Chinese, but the company is American, those pirates don't dare to stab the U.S. government."

Lin Cheng was telling the truth.

Although the freighter was a Chinese ship he had purchased in China, the company was an American shipping company registered in New York, and behind it was a powerful U.S. government, and the pirates would not have to go against an American-flagged freighter, and the U.S. warship would provide protection.

At that moment, Lin Cheng's mobile phone suddenly vibrate, he glanced at the incoming call information on the screen, his brows furrowed slightly, and he seemed to be a little surprised, the fox noticed the change in his facial expression, so he left the room to Lin Cheng alone.

She put on her hard hat and went to see the construction conditions on the construction site.

"Mr. Anonymous, why do you have time to call me, a wicked person, because I didn't pit you badly enough last time?"

The caller's remarks are Mr. Anonymous who was pit by Lin Cheng last time in Kiev, Lin Cheng can't understand why he still called himself when he had cheated him, could it be that he wanted to be held accountable, this shouldn't be?

"I have a list, if you are willing to take it, after the deed is completed, I will give you two million."

On the other end of the phone, Mr. Anonymous sighed slowly.

Lin Cheng instinctively wanted to refuse, because he didn't want to continue to be a killer now, but, maintaining his skepticism about this world, Lin Cheng decided to test what the situation of this list was.

"Let's talk about the list first, and then I'll decide whether to take this list or not, depending on the situation."

"I want you to help me kill someone, Frank Moses, a former CIA agent, who wiped out our assassination squad."

Hearing Mr. Anonymous's words, Lin Cheng was happy.

Because according to the news that Mr. Anonymous told him before, the reason why he found Lin Cheng about the CT-17 snowflake virus before was because the male protagonist of "Red Flame Battlefield" noticed Lin Cheng's identity as a Lego cold-blooded murderer and investigated him.

What's the matter, is it because the CIA doesn't plan to give this retired veteran agent a high pension, so it's ready to let itself go over and kill him and help the Treasury Department relieve the pressure?

"It's kind of interesting, tell me why you killed him?"

Lin Cheng asked rhetorically.

"The order to kill him was given by the CIA high-level, and I don't know the specific situation, but I suspect that this person has some shady secrets, so the CIA high-ranking people want to kill him."

After a pause, Mr. Anonymous continued.

"However, they mistakenly underestimated this man's combat ability, after all, he is also an old agent who has spent time in the Middle East battlefield, blowing up facilities, assassinating dignitaries, and so on."

Mr. Anonymous half-guessed and told Lin Cheng his suspicions.

"I'm not very interested in killing a retired old agent, but if you're willing to owe me a favor, I'll consider it."

"I'm going to see the results and talk about other things."

In the past month, Lin Cheng has been about to have a problem, this is not easy to encounter something interesting, how can this opportunity slip away, but Mr. Anonymous has already been fooled once, so he doesn't want to go for the second time.

So, he asked Lin Cheng to complete the task and talk about anything else.

"That's right...... Well, tell me where he is, I'll meet him. ”

"It's in New York's Chinatown, wait a minute, I'll have someone send you the specific location information of the other party."

Mr. Anonymous hung up.

"Chinatown?"

Lin Cheng frowned, that was something he was familiar with.

"Are you leaving?"

The fox appeared at the door of the container board house and seemed to hear Lin Cheng's muttering.

"Yes, some good people are going to be framed and killed, I have to go and help, do you want to come with me?"

"The rebuilding of the mill is a big one, and I still have a lot to do."

"Okay, it looks like you can't enjoy the fun, so I'll go."

Lin Cheng smiled and stretched out his right hand towards the fox, but the fox only shook his head slightly.

Although Lin Cheng was a little disappointed, he still left a gentle kiss on the fox's cheek, turned around and left the construction site of the textile factory, and drove back to Manhattan, all the way in the direction of Chinatown.