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

“Heh,” Ryan Baker chuckled coldly, naturally not believing such nonsense.

The reason is simple.

Ding Ze arrived in Miami with great fanfare, ready to cause trouble. Why not sell local specialties?

"Hey, you old man!" Ding Ze still laughed. "Director Baker, if you keep acting like an idiot, I'm not going to talk to you anymore."

“???” Ryan Baker was genuinely surprised to hear this. He was stunned for a moment, then flew into a rage. “You will pay the price for your arrogance.”

“I’ll say the same thing back to you, Director Baker. I’ve found that you’re ungrateful. I let you do such a great service, and you’ve gotten all cocky. I thought we could continue to work together,” Ding Ze said with a smile. “Fine, then I’ll go find another DEA director to work with. You don’t want a promotion and a raise, but someone else definitely does.”

After saying that, Ding Ze hung up the phone with a click, but he didn't remove the battery or the SIM card. He decided to wait a little while and see if Ryan Baker would call back.

He believes there is a certain probability that it will happen.

The reason is not complicated.

Whether judging from Abruzzi's investigation of Lane Baker or Lane Baker's actions this time, Lane Baker is not the kind of person who sticks to the rules and thinks that as long as he keeps working hard, he will definitely be able to completely destroy the specialty food business.

Such a person must have something in mind.

What are you asking for?

Given Ryan Baker's status, it's most likely not money, but power.

In that case, he might actually be able to help Ryan Baker soon, though not for free, of course.

It turns out.

He guessed correctly.

Ryan Baker indeed retorted, "What do you mean?"

Ding Ze grinned broadly, "What I mean is, in the future I can create opportunities for you to make these kinds of contributions from time to time."

Ryan Baker wasn't stupid; he understood what Ding Ze meant before calling back. Therefore, upon hearing this, he decisively asked, "What do you want?"

"We can keep in touch occasionally, but you can't help me with anything else."

"..." Ryan Baker felt looked down upon and was a little annoyed. "I won't be a mole! Don't you dare daydream!"

“Director Baker, that’s a very harsh thing to say. I never said I wanted you to be an inside man,” Ding Ze smiled. “Don’t worry, it has absolutely nothing to do with being an inside man. I just need you to do things that are good for everyone from time to time. For example, you can ask the mayor if he wants to be the governor of Florida.”

"!!!!!" Upon hearing this, Ryan Baker almost doubted his own ears. "What do you mean?"

"It means exactly what it says. If the mayor has any ideas, I might be able to help. You just need to pass on the message, it's that simple. See, it has nothing to do with the mole."

Ryan Baker paused for a few seconds. "You can help with this kind of thing?"

“Of course,” Ding Ze readily agreed. “It’s a very simple thing. For example, I could kill the current governor of Florida first.”

Ryan Baker was shocked: "!!!!!!!"

What the hell!

You're saying this to me??

You have some nerve!

“You…” Ryan Baker was so shocked he could barely speak.

"Alright, take a break then, I'll contact you again when I have time," Ding Ze said with a smile, having said everything he needed to say. Then, he quickly broke the phone in half, removed the battery and SIM card, and threw the remains of the phone into the pool in front of him. After that, he stretched, closed his eyes, and took a nap.

The call ended rather abruptly.

Ryan Baker was stunned for a while before he came to his senses, put down his phone, and looked thoughtful.

this moment.

Ryan Baker did have some ideas.

-

Chicago, Fox River State Penitentiary.

Today is the date.

The successful prison break of Ding Ze and John Abruzzi is, to some extent, a thing of the past.

The prisoners have long since returned to their normal lives.

Black and white people still dislike each other and are always ready to fight.

T-bag still has his little uke with him, living a carefree life.

With Abruzzi gone, PI's job was sold by Berwick to Benjamin Franklin, which Benjamin, of course, fought for... with the aim of escaping prison with Michael.

at this time.

Michael, Benjamin Franklin, Sucre, Lincoln Bruce, and others who followed Ding Ze's advice and immediately became Michael's roommates were working together at the same time.

“Gentlemen, the road is clear,” Michael said in a low voice after glancing around to make sure no guards were watching. “Now, once I’ve figured out how to get Lincoln to come with us, we can move out.”

Facing not that terrifying Ding Ze, but Michael, Benjamin reverted to his condescending attitude. "Newcomer, when was that?"

Michael was unhappy with Benjamin's attitude, but there was nothing he could do but endure it. "If everything goes well, in two days."

Benjamin is in a lot of trouble now. As a black man, he often hangs out with Michael and Lincoln, two white men, which has already caused dissatisfaction among his subordinates. If this drags on, something bad will happen sooner or later.

"You better make sure everything goes well!" Benjamin said fiercely upon hearing this, both out of concern for his own safety and because he was eager to reunite with his wife and children.

Michael glanced at Benjamin, ignoring his words, and said, "I'll do my job, you do yours."

Benjamin gave a cold laugh.

“Okay, that’s it,” Michael said, ignoring the warning.

Benjamin and Sucre didn't waste any words, silently dispersed, and continued working.

Lincoln didn't leave. Only after Sucre and the other man had gone far away did he speak to Michael, "After we get out, do you really want to rely on that Ding Ze?"

Michael hadn't made up his mind yet. After thinking for a moment, he thought, "If we only have a car, we might not get very far. What we need most is a plane."

"Currently, only Ding Ze can provide the aircraft."

So, yes.

Lincoln was very uneasy about this. "You can't trust that Ding Ze!"

Michael nodded, indicating that he understood. "He has his own purpose, and we can use him until that purpose is achieved."

Lincoln was still uneasy. "I advise you to give up the idea of ​​using him, Michael. You are no match for him. All the people here combined probably wouldn't be a match for him either."

Michael was confident in his intelligence and neither confirmed nor denied this statement, saying, "Don't worry, I know what to do."

Lincoln hesitated for a moment, knowing that further persuasion would be useless, and then shut his mouth.

Not long after.

PI finished his work, and there was still a little while before the end of his break time.

Michael returned to the playground, went straight to the phone booth, and called Ding Ze.

The call was answered quickly.

Ding Ze, who was taking a nap, lazily asked, "Hello?"

“It’s me,” Michael’s voice rang out.

Upon hearing this, Ding Ze immediately perked up and became much more alert. "Michael, it's been so long since I've heard your voice!"

Michael had no interest in small talk with Ding Ze and went straight to the point: "I need your help."

“You say,” Ding Ze replied with a smile.

“I plan to leave here in two days. I need a car and a plane to help us get away,” Michael said in a deep voice.

"No problem," Ding Ze agreed readily. "What time? Where do I pick you up?"

Michael paused for a moment before replying, "The specific time hasn't been set yet. The Lincoln issue is still being resolved. I'll call you again tomorrow."

"Row."

"Okay, then, goodbye," Michael said, and hung up the phone.

Ding Ze didn't mind. He put away his phone, smiled, and couldn't help but think of Pope, the warden of Fox River State Penitentiary, and Mahone, who was in Miami at the moment.

"Not long after, another prisoner has escaped. Comrade Pope, what are you going to do?"

"Marhon, I hope you'll still be in charge of arresting Michael. Don't mess up my plans."

-

2118 North Wallace Street, South Side, Chicago.

Yesterday evening, Fiona received $100,000 from Ding Ze via Mickey's transfer. She was excited all night. This morning, she got up early, made breakfast, and then went straight to the house next door. While tidying up, she racked her brains to figure out how to decorate the house to satisfy Ding Ze so that he would give her more work.

At this time.

Philip walked in, a cigarette dangling from his lips.

Because of Ding Ze's request, Fiona has not yet told Philip about her collaboration with Ding Ze.

However, Philip sensed something was amiss. Upon entering the house and seeing Fiona, he adopted an air of 'I've seen through everything' and said, 'That Jason, he asked you to renovate this house?'

Fiona wasn't particularly surprised or flustered; she simply continued working while nodding, "Yes."

Philip was somewhat dissatisfied with Fiona's lukewarm attitude. "Why didn't you tell us?"