People are watching American TV shows, and they are also watching American-style iaido.

"Our headquarters."

"it is good."

Ron agreed and left, quickly doing as instructed.

Ding Ze then called Mickey over, gave him $100,000, and asked Mickey to transfer the money to Fiona.

With nothing particularly noteworthy to do before evening, Ding Ze got up and went out for a stroll along the beach, leisurely enjoying life.

This kind of leisure is really nice.

Unfortunately, Miami today is shrouded in tension, and many are unable to enjoy it.

Especially members of Mexican and Colombian gangs.

Summer is approaching.

Countless tourists come to Miami with loads of cash.

Summer is a great season to make a fortune.

Therefore, the cargo ships heading to Miami by sea are carrying an astonishing amount of local specialties, totaling as much as fifty tons.

These fifty tons of local specialties, if converted into money, would be a huge amount!

Unfortunately, the Abruzzi family is about to cause trouble, and the actions of the Miami authorities are also clearly suspicious...

At this critical juncture, if something goes wrong with these fifty tons of specialty products… well, who knows how many people will lose their heads…

Given this situation, how could Mexican and Colombian gangs possibly be at ease, let alone have the mind to be at ease?

In fact, it is no exaggeration to say that the leaders of the two gangs, as well as many of their second-in-commands, are already on the verge of having mental breakdowns due to the extreme tension.

this day.

Both Mexican and Colombian gangs were moving about frantically, with all sorts of weapons and vehicles constantly moving around, as if they were about to start a major battle.

The unusual behavior of the two gangs was enough for anyone paying close attention to notice, and to begin to speculate on the reasons behind it…

Russian gangs made the connection.

Ukrainian gangs too.

The same applies to Black gangs.

Abruzzi, who received the report from his subordinates, had the same experience.

Afterwards, Abruzzi immediately found Ding Ze and said with a big smile, "Boss, I have good news. Today or tomorrow, a large quantity of Mexican and Colombian specialties will arrive in Miami!"

Ding Ze, lying casually on the beach, chuckled upon hearing this, "How much?"

“Summer is coming soon, and summer is a good time for specialty product business. Judging from the movements of the Mexican and Colombian gangs, there are at least several tens of tons,” Abruzzi said, sitting down next to Ding Ze.

Dozens of tons of local specialties.

This number is really quite alarming.

Ding Ze was slightly surprised. Even though he wasn't quite sure how much so many local specialties could sell for, he asked, "What's their value?"

“It’s hard to say, but it’s definitely worth a billion or two billion US dollars. The exact amount depends on the weight of the two specialties,” Abruzzi replied. “Colombian specialties are much more expensive than Mexican specialties.”

“Ten to twenty billion,” Ding Ze muttered, grinning. “If this batch of specialty products were lost, the Mexican and Colombian gangs would be in for a bloodbath.”

Hear the words.

Abruzzi abruptly stopped laughing, realizing Ding Ze had misunderstood, and hurriedly explained, "Boss! What I'm trying to say is that for the next while, those two gangs will be incredibly busy and won't have time to bother us. We can deal with Pascal-Sloan's gang with more peace of mind..."

"In addition, that batch of specialty products will be available for a while. After we deal with Pascal Sloan's gang, we can use that to deal with those two gangs."

"Instead of telling you to take immediate action on that batch of specialty products!"

Abruzzi genuinely doubted that, given Ding Ze's level of madness, he would actually do such a thing!

the fact is.

Abruzzi's suspicions were correct; Ding Ze was indeed considering the feasibility of doing so. So, upon hearing Abruzzi's hurried explanation, he was genuinely delighted. "So that's how it is. You should have explained it clearly. I was already thinking about how to snatch that batch of local specialties."

"..." Abruzzi said helplessly, "No, no, no, don't even think about it. If we dare to take action against that batch of special products now, unless the authorities are backing us, we will all die!"

"That batch of specialty products is too valuable. If we lose it, Cartel will definitely go crazy and kill us all!"

Ok?

That's an idea.

The official stood behind...

Ding Ze's eyes lit up, and he fell silent.

"???" Upon seeing this, Abruzzi's heart immediately pounded with anxiety, sensing that something terrible was about to happen. "Boss... what are you thinking now?"

"Hehe," Ding Ze chuckled mischievously, "It's nothing, don't panic. I'm just crazy, not stupid. Don't worry."

Abruzzi was far from reassured and felt he had to confirm, "So boss, you're not going to take action against that batch of specialty products right away, are you?"

"Let me think it over carefully. If there is no sure solution, I will not take action."

Abruzzi: "....."

Damn it, I should have just kept quiet.

At that moment, Abruzzi suddenly felt extremely remorseful.

Ding Ze ignored him, glanced at the time, and stood up straight. "Alright, it's almost time. Let's go have dinner and then go see those veterans."

Upon hearing this, Abruzzi sighed silently. He did make a move, but then spoke again, advising, "Boss, you must be careful. We're not in a hurry."

"I know, I know, when did you become so fussy? Let's go eat."

Abruzzi had no choice but to shut his mouth.

Eat and drink enough.

The two set off together to the woods on the outskirts of the city.

at this time.

The sky was already covered with dark clouds, and thunder began to rumble.

A storm is really coming.

-

The fence surrounding the entire woodland was largely repaired by workers yesterday afternoon at Ron's request, and at intervals, a warning sign was erected that read, "Private property, no entry without permission, or you will be killed."

This afternoon, Ron sent a lot of his men over. Right now, those men are stationed at intervals behind the fence, guarding the side of the woodland closest to the road very tightly.

Six fifty.

Ding Ze and Abruchi arrived at the entrance to the woodland, where the four men guarding the entrance immediately opened the simple gate and let the two pass.

The two soon arrived at the meadow in the middle of the woods.

There were already more than 500 veterans on the grass, some gathered in twos and threes, others waiting alone.

As Ding Ze and Abruzzi's car approached, all the veterans who were sitting on the grass immediately stood up in unison and, along with some of the veterans who were standing, looked at the car.

The car came to a complete stop.

Ding Ze opened the car door, got out, lit a cigarette, and grinned at the more than five hundred veterans who were looking at him. "Welcome everyone. I'm sorry that we haven't had a chance to meet until now."

These were just polite words; the veterans mostly just smiled and didn't say anything.

Ding Ze continued, "Let me introduce myself first. I am the general manager of Dongfeng Security. As for my name, you will know it later."

Having witnessed many things on the battlefield, the veterans weren't particularly surprised by Ding Ze's refusal to reveal his name.

The next second, some of the veterans spoke up, "Hello, sir."

Ding Ze smiled and nodded in response, "It might rain later. I have a lot to do, so let's keep it short."

"I'm meeting with everyone tonight for one purpose only: to inform you about the interview process."

Ron had told these veterans that there would be an interview, but he hadn't said what the interview would be about.

Upon hearing this, all the veterans focused their attention.

Ding Ze continued, "The interview was very simple: kill someone within a limited time."

These veterans, having decided to come to Miami, were already mentally prepared for this. They knew that Dongfeng Security was involved in this kind of business; they were a gang, just disguised as a security company.

Therefore, no one said anything about the murder.

However, there are different situations when it comes to murder: is the victim a bad person or a good person?

Someone asked.

Ding Ze smiled, not surprised at all. In fact, he would have found it strange if no one had asked him.

"Does anyone else have this concern? If so, please raise your hand," Ding Ze asked instead of answering.

The words had barely left his mouth.

suddenly.

Rain is dripping.

It's raining.