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

then.

The Mexican gang leader was overjoyed, "Haha, let those Colombian lunatics cry their eyes out!!!"

The Colombian gang leader's face was so black it looked like it was about to bleed. "Damn it!!"

"Boss, what should we do? Should we do it?" The situation was critical, and time was of the essence, so the second-in-command asked urgently.

"How much cargo is at that port?" the Colombian gang leader asked, his face dark.

"About 1.8 tons!" the second-in-command replied.

Upon hearing this number, the Colombian gang leader immediately felt a pang in his heart!

One and a half tons!

That's about one-tenth of this batch of goods...

After much deliberation, the Colombian gang leader finally gritted his teeth and made a painful decision: "Forget it! The other goods absolutely cannot have any problems!"

"Alright!" The second-in-command dared not object and quickly left to give the orders.

After the second-in-command left, the Colombian gang leader lost his balance and slumped into a chair.

He's just throwing away 1.8 tons of goods like that. While it might not get him killed by the Cali Cartel, he'll definitely be in serious trouble...

But what can be done?

When the DEA has already made the choice to sacrifice the bigger picture and save him, would they really kill all the DEA agents at that port just for those eight tons of cargo?

impossible!

If we really do that!

He's still dead!

If you can live, why die?

He's not one of those worthless subordinates!

He still has so much money left unspent!

the fact is.

In the city of Miami.

Mexican and Colombian gangs have long established an unspoken understanding with the DEA.

As long as the DEA doesn't push the leaders of the Mexican and Colombian gangs to the point where they'll die if they don't fight back, both gang leaders have already accepted the cost of losing a certain amount of cargo.

Because of this tacit understanding.

After adjusting the operation plan, Ryan Baker successfully seized the 1.8 tons of Colombian specialties without much effort.

'Thank goodness,' Ryan Baker silently breathed a long sigh of relief upon hearing the result, and then solemnly made various arrangements for the agents, getting them busy.

Subsequently.

Ryan Baker walked aside, took out his phone, and made a call to his boss in Washington.

"Weighing between 1.5 and 2 tons, it is a specialty of Colombia."

The call connected, and Ryan Baker spoke succinctly.

“Okay,” Ryan Baker’s boss replied, “tell me once you know the exact weight.”

"Ok."

The phone hangs up.

Ryan Baker put away his phone, turned to look at the Colombian specialties scattered on the ground, and smiled gently, genuinely happy.

This joy wasn't just because successfully seizing these Colombian specialties would improve his political record, but also because he knew that after going through a certain process, these Colombian specialties would quietly circulate overseas, increasing the CIA's operational funding and making America even stronger!

He is a patriot!

He was happy to see America becoming stronger.

Chapter 88 It's past midnight, another new day has begun.

A new day begins, dawn breaks, and the east turns white.

The storm had temporarily subsided, but the sky remained overcast, dark and gloomy.

News vans arrived one after another at the port where DEA agents such as Lane Baker were located.

Within half an hour, almost all the media in Miami had arrived.

Cameras and microphones were placed densely in front of Ryan Baker.

Such a successful operation, with such a large quantity seized, naturally deserves to be celebrated and publicized extensively.

Ryan Baker didn't smile; his face was full of anger. He began by harshly condemning the Miami gangsters, then expressing his sorrow for the DEA agents who had sacrificed their lives. Finally, he delivered a passionate speech, demonstrating the DEA's determination to crack down on organized crime.

Ryan Baker had long since mastered this kind of speech.

soon.

[Breaking News: DEA Miami branch successfully seized several tons of Colombian specialties!]

[Great news! Tons of Colombian specialties successfully seized...]

[Shocking! Miami gangs are so rampant!]

Combating the sale of counterfeit local specialties is urgent!

[…..]

Similar news stories quickly appeared on the radio and online.

For journalists in Miami, this morning seemed to have kicked off a celebration.

While these journalists were celebrating.

With the performances completed and the achievements racked up, Ryan Baker instructed his men to move on to the final stage of the process: transporting 1.8 tons of specialty products back, weighing them, and storing them.

The Cali Group in Colombia, and the Rodriguez brothers, saw the news.

Although the two brothers had received a call from the leader of the Miami Columbia gang an hour earlier, informing them of the incident, at this moment, looking at that 1.8-ton specialty product on the news...

The two brothers were still furious!

"Damn it, DEA!"

"This incident is probably not a coincidence."

"There's definitely a mole in Miami."

"We need to send some people over there."

"..."

One and a half tons of local specialties is a lot, but the cost is not excessive, and the Rodriguez brothers can afford such a loss.

The two brothers were angry, but what they were more worried about was the future.

One loss is nothing, but what if every shipment in the future results in such a loss?

Even the two brothers couldn't take it.

that's it.

The order was given.

A second-in-command of the Cali Group, along with several ruthless and shrewd investigators, quickly packed their bags and headed to Miami.

at the same time.

In the old hotel.

Ding Ze had just woken up and saw the news. Looking at the Colombian specialties on TV, he chuckled to himself, thinking, 'Pretty good haul.'

Yesterday afternoon, on a whim, he called Ryan Baker to tell him to get ready. He didn't have high expectations and didn't expect Ryan Baker to gain much. His only goal was to stir things up and create some trouble for the Mexican and Colombian gangs.

Looking at it now, the effect is quite good.

That being the case.

I should give Lane Baker another call and catch up.

After all, feelings can really fade if you don't keep in touch regularly.

Besides, Ryan Baker seems like a rather interesting guy; he's not the kind of pedantic person you'd expect.

I've made a plan.

Ding Ze washed up, ate breakfast, lay down by the pool, and had his subordinate bring him a disposable cell phone to make a call.

The call was connected in just a few seconds.

"Who is it?" Ryan Baker asked, having guessed it was Ding Ze.

“It’s me,” Ding Ze said with a smile. “Congratulations to Director Baker on the great success of this operation.”

Ryan Baker frowned slightly and said in a cold tone, "True success is catching you."

Ding Ze laughed, "Why are you arresting me? I don't sell local specialties, and I have nothing to do with your DEA."