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

This is the end.

The first thing Peter Gayev wanted to deal with has come to a conclusion.

Peter Gayev didn't waste any time; after a few casual words, he brought up the second matter.

The second matter is very simple: Andrei's safety.

Upon hearing this, Ding Ze decisively recalled the Gu worms inside Andrei's body, saying, "It's resolved. Mr. Andrei, you don't need to worry anymore."

Andrei didn't sense anything and was a little suspicious, but he still smiled and thanked him, "Thank you, Mr. Ding."

“Mr. Ding is a straightforward man,” Peter Gaev added, not foolish enough to ask Ding Ze to prove that Andrei was really alright, and skipped over the matter directly. “Then, Mr. Ding, I see the food is ready, shall we eat?”

"Eat up, I'm hungry."

-

During meal.

The four of them chatted casually about various situations in Miami.

Peter Gayev also enthusiastically expressed his hope that Ding Ze and Abruzzi would have time to visit the various clubs he owned.

What to do? Of course, it's with all sorts of Russian beauties.

“A new shipment will arrive in a few days,” Peter Gayev said. “When it arrives, I’ll reserve a few for you, Mr. Ding.”

"Then I won't stand on ceremony. Do you have any undeflowered ones?" Ding Ze asked with a smile, taking a sip of red wine.

Upon hearing this, Peter Gayev knew he hadn't misjudged Ding Ze; Ding Ze liked women. He immediately nodded, "Of course! He definitely has to!"

“Alright, then let’s keep a few more skilled ones,” Ding Ze nodded and added.

Peter Gayev chuckled and gave Ding Ze a thumbs up, "Mr. Ding, you're quite the player."

"Life is short, all we want is to be happy!"

“That makes sense!” Peter Gayev readily agreed.

Andrei nodded silently in agreement, but said nothing.

See this.

Abruzzi didn't want to talk anymore.

These three guys are really something.

Are women really that interesting?

Abruzzi picked up his glass and downed it in one gulp, unable to comprehend the three lewd-looking guys beside him.

“Mr. Ding, you must visit Russia sometime,” Peter Gayev said with even greater enthusiasm after finishing his conversation with the young lady.

What are some fun things to do in Russia?

It's nothing.

Except for one thing.

Ding Ze thought for a moment, "I've heard that Russian arms are very cheap?"

Peter Gayev was taken aback, not expecting Ding Ze to ask this. He nodded in the blink of an eye, "It is cheap, but the kind we can get is a bit old, far inferior to what you can get here in America."

"It's okay if it's old, can it still be used?" Ding Ze asked.

“Of course, they are all in good condition,” Peter Gayev replied.

Ding Ze had an idea, "Do you have tanks?"

Peter Gayev, “??????”

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“Yes, there is…” Peter Gayev hesitated for a moment before replying, “Mr. Ding, you want it?”

Upon hearing this, Ding Ze thought, "Hey, this looks promising!" and immediately perked up, "I want it!"

Peter Gayev: "....."

What does this guy want to do?

No matter how you look at it, it doesn't seem like someone wants to collect tanks!

“Mr. Ding, if I may ask, what kind of tank do you want?” Peter Gayev felt it was necessary to find out.

“Of course we’ll fire the cannons,” Ding Ze replied with a smug grin.

Peter Gayev, “...Who are we firing at?”

"Whoever attacks me, I'll fire back!" Ding Ze replied.

'Well, this guy really is a madman!' Peter Gaev muttered silently, then hesitated for a moment, 'Mr. Ding, tanks aren't actually that useful in the city...'

Before Peter Gayev could finish speaking, Ding Ze realized that Peter Gayev was not very willing to help procure the tanks.

How can this work?

Tanks are a must.

So, as soon as Peter Gayev finished his rambling, Ding Ze immediately stopped laughing and asked calmly, "Mr. Gayev, what I want is what I want. Can you get me a tank?"

See this.

hum.

Andrei immediately felt a pang of panic, sensing that the atmosphere had suddenly become much more tense.

Peter Gaev wasn't too flustered, but the sudden sight of Ding Ze, who was no longer smiling and had no expression, still gave him a slight chill.

One second later.

“Yes!” Peter Gaev didn’t dare to say anything more and nodded in affirmation. “However, it is definitely impossible to transport the tank as a whole to America. If you want it, Mr. Ding, the tank will have to be disassembled and transported in parts. Once the parts arrive here, I will arrange for some professionals to come from Russia and reassemble the tank.”

"Such a process would be quite expensive."

It's just money.

Ding Ze smiled again, "No problem, money is a small matter. We'll do it your way. I want twelve tanks, and plenty of shells, at least several hundred rounds."

Peter Gayev: "..."

Twelve tanks? Hundreds of shells?

What is this madman trying to do?

Forget it.

Peter Gayev didn't want to think about it anymore. "Okay, it will take some time."

“Okay, you can contact John about this later,” Ding Ze said.

Ever since Ding Ze uttered the word "tank," Abruzzi had been silent. Only when he heard his own name called did he nod helplessly to Peter Gaev.

Seeing the helplessness on Abruzzi's face, Peter Gayev suddenly felt sorry for Abruzzi, who had followed such a crazy boss.

Ding Ze then spoke up again, "Alright, the tank matter is settled. Now let's talk about something else. To ensure the smooth operation of my mission in Mexico, I need a large quantity of weapons."

"Originally, I planned to buy this batch of weapons in the United States and then find a way to ship them over."

"Now that I've met you, Mr. Gaev, I think things should be much simpler."

"Can Mr. Gaev arrange this?"

It's just weapons.

Peter Gayev nodded without the slightest hesitation, "No problem. Mexico is riddled with problems; I can handle it. How much weaponry do you need?"

"Gun, bullet, grenade, bring a whole boatload."

“Okay,” Peter Gayev readily agreed.

"Thanks. You can handle the expenses with John."

"Ok."

This is the end.

Everything that needed to be discussed has been discussed.

The four continued eating and drinking.

After they had eaten and drunk their fill, Ding Ze and Abruchi got up to say goodbye.

After leaving the restaurant, Ding Ze planned to take a stroll to digest his food, while Abruzzi needed to arrange for Ding Ze to attend the charity gala that evening. The two then parted ways, each busy with their own affairs.

-

Ding Ze wandered around for a while, and having nothing to do, he had an idea. So he hailed a taxi and headed to Dexter Morgan's house.

In the first few days after arriving in Miami, he explored the entire city and naturally found the apartment where Dexter Morgan lived.

However, I was busy with other things before and didn't get to do anything.

Now that I have a little free time, I'll go and make friends with Dexter.

About half an hour later.