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

"How could I let you know how much money I have?" Ding Ze laughed. "How about it?"

Janet Martin smiled without saying a word and began to ponder.

If Ding Ze really does have a net worth of hundreds of billions, then cooperation would indeed be a great help.

However... Ding Ze's identity is ultimately special.

The risks are considerable.

After thinking for a moment, he said, "What do you want? Since you have so much money and own Miami, it doesn't seem to make much sense, does it?"

Ding Ze smiled and said, "I'm just like you, I just want to have some fun. Life is too boring, we always need to find some excitement, don't you think?"

Janet Martin definitely agreed with this statement, saying, "That's absolutely true."

As soon as she finished speaking, Janet Martin extended her hand, saying, "It's a pleasure working with you."

Ding Ze extended his hand and shook it. "It's a pleasure doing business with you."

*******

The yacht "Romantic Supreme" slowly returned to port.

After exchanging phone numbers with Janet Martin, Ding Ze returned to the deck.

The sea breeze in May, warm yet slightly cool, feels very comfortable on the skin.

Ding Ze lit a cigarette, looked around, and didn't see Mickey.

It's interesting.

Ten minutes later.

Mickey came to Ding Ze's side.

"Having fun?" Ding Ze asked with a smile.

Mickey was a little embarrassed. "Boss, please shut up."

"Haha," Ding Ze laughed twice.

The yacht docked.

With the items they had photographed, Ding Ze and Mickey got into the car and drove off.

The gains from this trip far exceeded Ding Ze's expectations.

Ding Ze was in a good mood.

Then, several unfamiliar SUVs appeared behind the car.

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Those SUVs were clearly following them.

Ding Ze glanced at it and immediately beckoned Mickey to climb from the passenger seat to the back to grab his weapon. At the same time, he began to think.

It's not surprising that someone has identified him, given how many times Mickey has appeared in public.

What's strange is that during this period, who in Miami would dare to make a move against him?

Janet Martin?

No way, that woman is very shrewd. She wouldn't be stupid enough to do something like that, at least not long after he left the yacht.

Brady Martin? He's furious because of that phone call? That can't be right.

That leaves only Carlos and Matteo.

Those two lunatics are quite possible.

Thinking about it, Ding Ze took out his phone and called Abruzzi.

The call was answered immediately.

“John, there are a few cars following me. Has something changed with Carlos and Matteo?” Ding Ze asked.

Abruzzi, who was watching TV with his wife and children, was both surprised and anxious upon hearing this. He jumped up and exclaimed, "I haven't heard of this! Where are you? I'll send someone over!"

“I’m on xxxx Road,” Ding Ze glanced at the rearview mirror, where the SUVs were already accelerating. “Wake everyone up. I want to see who’s got a death wish.”

After saying that, Ding Ze hung up the phone, seized the opportunity, slammed on the brakes, brought the Rolls-Royce to a stop, opened the car door, drew his gun, and got out of the car.

Mickey didn't dare to linger and got out of the car with Ding Ze.

As soon as he got out of the car, Mickey, without saying a word, used the car as cover, picked up his submachine gun, and pulled the trigger on the SUVs that had just parked.

Thump thump thump.

Ding Ze was naturally not idle either.

Bang bang bang.

In an instant.

The three people in the front seats of the two SUVs were all shot; one was hit in a vital area, while the other two were not yet dead.

The gunfight broke out so suddenly and unexpectedly.

The people in the SUVs all got out and opened fire.

"Try to leave one alive!" Ding Ze shouted at Mickey upon seeing this.

“Okay!” Mickey shouted in response.

Ding Ze continued to shoot one after another.

Mickey didn't hesitate at all. Although his aim wasn't great, he was fierce and didn't dodge; he just kept firing!

Thump thump thump thump.

In the blink of an eye.

With Ding Ze's perfect accuracy, more than ten opponents have already fallen.

The other party panicked.

no way.

Rolls-Royce's skin was too thick, and Ding Ze and Mickey were relatively small, so hiding behind the car made them too inconspicuous.

A few more seconds passed.

The enemy only has three remaining fighters.

It's almost over.

Sudden.

Mickey was shot in the shoulder and fell backward.

Ding Ze glanced at it quickly, but couldn't care less; he just focused on continuing to shoot.

Hey, hey, hey.

Three shots, three kills, problem solved.

After carefully examining the area and confirming that no one on the other side had fired, Ding Ze released the trigger and asked Mickey on the ground, "Is there a problem?"

Mickey was in excruciating pain, but he endured it and gritted his teeth, replying, "No problem! I won't die! But, boss, you have to give me more money!"

Ding Ze smiled and said, "Then I'll send you to meet God instead."

Mickey: "..."

"Alright, get in the car. I'll go check if there are any survivors," Ding Ze said, gripping his gun and striding towards the SUVs.

at this time.

Police sirens could already be heard in the distance.

Ding Ze ignored the people in the vehicles on the roadside and strode forward while changing a magazine.

Soon, they reached a wounded soldier, pointed the gun at the soldier's head, and said, "I'll only ask you once, who sent you?"

"Fxxk you!" The wounded soldier was surprisingly tough, shouting angrily.

boom!

Ding Ze pulled the trigger, killing the victim in the head, and then searched for other wounded.

Found another one.

"Who sent you?"

"Fuck you!"

boom!

Keep looking.

"Who sent you?"

Finally, the guy chickened out, "Don't kill me, don't kill me, it was Reece-Gabriel who sent us."

Hear the words.

Ding Ze was genuinely confused. "??????"