Hearing the words on the phone, Mona and Michelle looked shocked, Iris was very astonished, and several NSA agents exchanged glances, not understanding what was happening at the moment. Luo An was also stunned for a moment; he hadn’t expected the other party to respond like that, then he asked: "What does ’difficult to pick, unable to take orders for a short period’ mean?" "It means it’s difficult to pick." The rough female voice on the other end of the phone remained unchanging and did not directly answer Luo An’s question, but continued to ask: "Does the guest have any other skull flowers they wish to pick?" "We are very sorry for not fulfilling the guest’s needs. If you have other floral needs in the future, please contact the ’Organic Food Chain Supermarket’ again. Wish the guest success in their endeavors and a happy life, goodbye." The rough female voice finished speaking and hung up the phone directly. The office area fell silent, Mona and Michelle incredulously looked at Luo An, Iris’s face showed a doubtful expression, and the NSA agents looked even more astonished, their gazes towards Luo An changed. Although they did not know what the evaluation criteria for "skull flowers" were, being rated as "difficult to pick" by a group of assassins definitely indicated that Luo An’s situation was extraordinary. The latter statement, "unable to be picked in a short time," led everyone present to speculate wildly; if they had not been really sure about Luo An’s FBI identity, they would start to suspect whether Luo An had some secret identity in the Underworld. Seeing everyone’s gaze, the corners of Luo An’s mouth twitched. Before calling, he had considered many possibilities, but he had definitely not expected to be told "difficult to pick the flowers"! Was it his own ability too strong, or the assassin organization’s ability too weak? Or had some issue arisen within the assassin organization? Various thoughts flashed through his mind, but Luo An’s facial expression remained unchanged. He coughed and looked at Iris to ask: "How’s the equipment?" "Location successful!" Iris quickly nodded, stood up to give way to Luo An, and answered with a tense face: "The specific location is on the computer screen." At this moment, any negative perception Iris had of Luo An vanished completely; a person deemed "difficult to pick" by an assassin organization, all she could do now was look up to him, as she estimated her own head wasn’t worth much. Luo An turned his gaze to the computer screen, his eyebrows lifting slightly as he saw the location: Mona nodded beside him, she had already clarified the specifics of the location, showing Luo An the computer display, and said: "The registration results from a certain department in the Chicago city government indicate the location we traced is a ’customer service center’." Seeing the business license and photos of the workplace of the customer service center on Mona’s computer, Luo An grinned: "It really is a customer service center; she even wished me a pleasant life before hanging up, the attitude is indeed nice. Wonder if there’s a service evaluation, I’d like to give an A+." Those present were somewhat speechless. Mona gently tapped Luo An’s arm and asked: "What should we do next?" Luo An was just about to speak when his phone on his waist suddenly rang. Reesi’s familiar voice came through the phone, she laughed: "Luo An, we’ve got the location of that assassin organization." Reesi stated that she, Chenier, and Winslow followed Luo An’s directive and went directly to that wealthy man’s mansion. Along the way, the three actually encountered avoidance and even being chased away by security personnel but it quieted down after revealing the vice president’s executive order. Wind can enter, rain can enter, but the king cannot enter; this is a metaphor from the Federal Castle Law, and also how many who handle transactions with money, either foolish or wicked, loudly acclaim "civilization and freedom". However, oftentimes, such phrases are merely for show, like a former President’s estate that encountered a raid by law enforcement. Understanding the game rules of the federal upper echelons, the wealthy man immediately met with Chenier’s trio after confirming the executive order was legitimate, stating he was just asleep, and everything was done by the butler on his own initiative. There’s not much to say about these matters; Luo An briefly asked and chose to skip over, steering the conversation to the main point, he asked: "Where is the location you mentioned?" Reesi answered seriously: "Nevada, Las Vegas! There’s a customer service center for an assassin organization there!" Reesi mentioned that the tycoon was very angry after being infected with AIDS, and had spent a lot of money to investigate this assassin organization, successfully locating their customer service center in Las Vegas. However, the tycoon did not mention the outcome, but from the current situation, it seems that both parties reached some kind of agreement or settlement. The tycoon’s affairs were of no concern to the people present; Mona looked at the location on her computer with a slight frown: "Why would it be Las Vegas?" Luo An’s expression was calm, as he had expected: "This ’Skull Flower’ assassin organization clearly has a large scale, having their own customer service centers in other federal areas, which is normal." Mona nodded and didn’t dwell on this matter any further, asking: "So, which state are we going to next?" "Let’s split up, we will go to both states." Luo An pondered for a few seconds, picked up his phone and said: "Reesi, Chenier, Winslow, you guys head to Las Vegas, focus on external investigations, just need to clarify the identities of those workers in the customer service center." Chenier, on the other end of the phone, furrowed her brow and asked: "Aren’t we going to raid and arrest?" "That would easily alert the enemy." Luo An rejected Chenier’s suggestion, continuing: "Also, that kind of customer service center is likely to have assassin guards responsible for surveillance and protection, be extra careful during your investigation, remember to coordinate with the local SWAT team, and don’t split up." After a brief exchange, Luo An hung up the phone, stood up, and looked at Mona, Michelle, and Iris, smiling: "Now it’s our turn, contact the plane, we are heading to Chicago!" The next day, at nine in the morning. Chicago, a renowned federal center for finance, culture, science, and education, as well as tourism. Behind the accolades, Chicago is also known as a center of crime in the federation, where heroes of all sorts gather, giving this city a vibe of vitality and a bustling scene at all times. Googlᴇ search n͟o͟v͟e͟l͟f͟i͟r͟e͟.net In a suite in a certain hotel, upon hearing sirens of at least three police cars passing by within just half an hour, Mona rolled her eyes: "However, for assassin organizations, this is indeed a good city." Michelle said with a smile next to her: "At least their business won’t be lacking." On the other side, Iris, after setting up the equipment, looked towards Luo An standing by the window using binoculars to gaze into the distance, and asked: "What is our specific action plan next? Do we have any strategies?" "It’s time for you to employ your NSA skills." Luo An put down the binoculars, turned to look at Iris, and pointing at the equipment beside her, said: "The main task for now is to find a way to monitor the situation inside that ’customer service center’ and gather information." Iris nodded, confident in her abilities, but still had some doubts: "But by just monitoring, we might not be able to get the information on the assassin who killed the former director in a short time." Luo An smiled meaningfully: "That’s why, the next steps, that’s where my job begins."