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“Are the cars ready?” he asked, looking around to see if they were there.

“Yes, Sir,” he said. “We kept them in the hanger in case anyone was snooping around.

Shing raised his hand and snapped, and four blacked out Lincolns exited the hanger where the plane would be stashed for easy access if they needed to escape.

He nodded in appreciation.

So far, that was what he’d been promised, and that helped him not be so irritated that the German woman was MIA and now, so was Fang.

Good help was difficult to find.

No one knew that more than him.

“Good work, Shing. Now, ladies,” he said, and three of the beautiful Russian women began walking toward the cars. “Find our missing assets and get them home. Then, embed yourself into society.”

They all grinned at Alexsandr, and then, got into three of the cars to head out.

They had long drives ahead of them, so it was best to go now. That left behind the last two assassins who had been trained by Alexsandr to be his protection.

Two and Three were the next best ones.

“Shing, I’m going to head to the warehouse that was prepared for me, so I can get the weapons we’re going to need. My first step is to acclimate myself so I can take down the three people who ruined my life.”

He nodded.

“What is it that you need for me to do?” he asked. “I’m here to help you in any way.”

That was a good thing.

He’d need backup—for now.

“I want you to go back to keeping those money laundering businesses open. I need an influx of cash to take on the Americans. I have to be very careful to stay off the radar. That’s why I’ve done this over the last couple of years, and not in haste.”

The man bowed and backed up.

“Yes, Sir. I’ll be taking boating tours in the bayou if you need me. I’ll check in later tonight when I’m free. You can give me your orders then.”

That worked for Alexsandr.

Idle hands were the devil’s workshop, and he needed those hands making him money.

This was war.

And he needed to be ready.

As he watched Shing walk away, he glanced over at his security.

“Remind me to kill all of the worthless Chinese when we’re done. They’ve been a huge disappointment to me. Once I get in control of the businesses, they are done.”

Two and Three nodded.

“Da, Ser!” Two said.

“Konecho,” Three offered.

Holding out his arms, both beautiful assassins took an arm, and headed with him to the last remaining car as the jet was stashed in the hanger.

All of the way there, he’d been planning what needed to be done. He was going to catch the assholes who hurt his parents off guard.

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