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

As for the two Gu worms, let's come back and take them away tonight or tomorrow.

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White House.

In the Minister of Defense's office.

The Secret Service Director, the FBI Director, and the CIA Director all gathered together.

The body of the Navy Commander-in-Chief has been removed, and an autopsy is underway.

The ashes of the defense minister, burned to a crisp, are still in his office.

The three directors all looked grim... The Secret Service director looked the grimest, after all, the White House was protected by the Secret Service, and now, the Secretary of Defense, under their protection, had turned to ashes. In any case, the Secret Service was in deep trouble this time.

"Gentlemen, you've seen more strange things than I have. Have you ever seen a Secretary of Defense like this before?" the Secret Service director asked.

The FBI director shook his head. "People being burned to death is quite common, but to be burned like this, with even the bones reduced to ashes, and in such a short time... I've never heard of such a thing."

After speaking, the FBI director and the Secret Service director looked at the CIA director, waiting for him to speak.

This reaction is not surprising.

The CIA, they're experts at killing.

The CIA director, with a grim face, spoke up, "Burning a person into ashes is not difficult, but to do it in such a short time... I can't think of any means that could lead to such a result. However, I think this method must be related to a chemical reaction."

"As far as I know, certain chemical combinations can cause spontaneous combustion."

The CIA director said in one breath, "We can go and ask some chemists."

Actually.

This whole thing was basically nonsense.

The Secret Service director scratched his head.

Just at this time.

The Secret Service director's phone vibrated.

The Secret Service director answered the call immediately.

Preliminary results from the autopsy indicate that a large portion of the Navy Commander-in-Chief's heart was melted; the exact cause remains to be investigated.

The Secret Service director hung up the phone and, without hesitation, immediately shared the information with the FBI and CIA directors.

Upon hearing this, the CIA director became even more certain, "It seems there's no mistake, it really is caused by chemicals."

After speaking, the CIA director looked at the Secret Service director and said, "There are loopholes in White House security. This kind of covert assassination operation could not have been carried out by one or two people alone. The group behind it must have been planning it for a long time."

The Secret Service director scratched his head again, then raised a question: "Assuming that's the case, why? If this group is capable of doing something like this, why would they target Peter and Haywell?"

"Wouldn't it be easier to deal with Peter and Haywell at their homes?"

This is indeed a very important point of contention.

The three bureau chiefs had a long discussion.

Of course, there is no definitive answer.

The three bureau chiefs were stumped.

Then, having no other choice, they had to follow the old routine and conduct a thorough investigation of everyone in the White House that day.

All three bureau chiefs were convinced that, regardless of how many people were behind the scenes, one or even several of them were certainly in the White House today.

-

Ding Ze returned to the hotel.

He was indeed a bit tired after walking so much over the past period of time, so he simply took a shower, lay down on the bed, and watched TV.

Almost every television station was broadcasting reports on the White House events.

As Ding Ze watched, he unknowingly fell asleep.

When I woke up, it was already dark.

The TV was still on.

When I looked at the TV again, the news was no longer about the White House incident.

"Is it over?" Ding Ze muttered to himself as he regained some clarity, then glanced at the time.

The time shows it's 8:30 PM.

It's not too late.

Ding Ze didn't delay; he quickly got up, grabbed his laptop, and went online to check.

Before long, he learned about the developments of the White House incident while he was asleep.

Around 6 o'clock, the roads outside the White House were reopened, and pedestrians and vehicles were free to pass.

The White House remains under lockdown, with everyone allowed to enter but not leave. The White House spokesperson did not say how long this situation would last.

Ding Ze didn't care.

How long the White House is locked down is none of his business.

Once the lockdown outside the White House is lifted, he can go and retrieve the two Gu worms.

Not long after.

Ding Ze booked a flight back to Miami for 11:30 p.m., then packed his bags, checked out of the hotel, and headed straight for the White House.

The streets outside the White House are bustling with traffic again, as if nothing had ever happened.

Ding Ze reached the roadside and, without much trouble, successfully retrieved the two Gu worms. After finishing, he walked a short distance, hailed a taxi, and headed towards the airport.

It was a little after two in the morning.

Ding Ze walked out of Miami Airport.

Mickey had been waiting for a long time. As soon as he saw Ding Ze, he immediately went over to him with a cigarette in his mouth and said, "Boss."

Haven't seen you for a few days.

Ding Ze felt that after being hit by a bullet, Mickey seemed to have matured a lot and lost some of his boyishness, which was a good thing.

"How's your shoulder?" Ding Ze asked with a smile.

“It’s alright, there’s nothing seriously wrong,” Mickey replied.

"That's good."

The two talked as they got into the car and drove towards the Lijing Seaside Hotel that Ding Ze had bought.

It's already the second half of the night.

Upon arriving at the hotel, Ding Ze didn't say much, went into his room, took a shower, and went to sleep.

a new day.

Around 10 a.m., Ding Ze and Mickey arrived at the woodland on the outskirts of the city.

Last night, the screening of the veterans was completed, and the twenty-five groups that Ding Ze needed were all ready and waiting to depart.

Ding Zexian met with each of the twenty-five groups and their captains, and then gathered all twenty-five groups together.

"Everyone can relax for the next few days and have a great time in Miami. All expenses will be covered by Dongfeng Security."

"After that, once we've made all the arrangements, we'll head to Mexico to begin our get-rich-quick scheme."

"… .."

Ding Ze was neither good at nor fond of saying those polite words. After saying what needed to be said, he announced the end of the conversation and then took Abruchi aside.

Twenty-five groups, five hundred Americans, could not simply flood into Mexico all at once.

That would be too conspicuous; it wouldn't work.

These 500 people must enter Mexico in batches, through various channels, and as discreetly as possible.

This is the first thing that needs to be arranged.

The second thing is the destination of the twenty-five groups.

The destinations are naturally different.

Ding Ze had already thought this through, because his first stop after arriving in Mexico would be Sinaloa, where he would need to find Comrade Felice.

Therefore, the destination of the four most powerful groups was Sinaloa.

The remaining twenty-one groups were divided into three teams and dispatched to seven locations, including Juarez, Guadalajara, Tijuana, and Sinnaro, to await orders.

All of this needs to be arranged by Abruzzi.

Abruzzi took out a pen and paper and wrote down everything Ding Ze said.

The third thing is weapons.

Peter Gayev had already loaded the weapons Ding Ze wanted onto the ship a few days ago, and the ship is currently at sea, heading to Mexico.

Once the ship arrives in Mexico, someone needs to receive the cargo, and then the weapons need to be secretly delivered to all the groups.

This is a very meticulous job.