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

Soon.

Ding Ze then went to the passenger side of Mike's car, a cigarette dangling from his lips, bent down and smiled at Mike, who was sitting behind the steering wheel, through the car window, "Mike, may I get in?"

Mike turned to look at Ding Ze, his face expressionless, and silently nodded in response.

Upon seeing this, Ding Ze quickly opened the car door and prepared to get in.

Just then, Mike spoke up, "Please don't smoke in my car."

Check it out.

As expected of Mike.

How imposing!

Ding Ze smiled, obediently removed the cigarette from his mouth, threw it away, then got into the car and closed the door.

"How long have you been sitting here?" Ding Ze asked, taking the initiative to speak after everyone had settled down.

“More than an hour,” Mike replied.

"Aren't you bored?" Ding Ze asked again with a smile.

“…” Mike didn’t want to answer such a pointless question.

Ding Ze ignored him and continued, "It must be pretty boring, but you're probably used to it by now."

"You came to see me just to chat?" Mike asked.

“Of course not,” Ding Ze replied with a smile. “The casual chat is just a side thing. I’m mainly here to talk to you about something serious.”

"Oh? What important matter is it?" Mike asked again.

"Have you considered changing jobs?" Ding Ze didn't beat around the bush and said directly, "I admire your abilities, and my company desperately needs someone like you."

"???" Mike was genuinely surprised that Ding Ze had come to talk about this. He subconsciously glanced at Ding Ze quickly but didn't answer. "You talk as if you know me very well."

Ding Ze smiled brightly.

Hey, you really know a lot about this.

“I do know you very well,” Ding Ze replied. “I know you, I know your partner Victor, I know Gustavo-Flint’s business, I know Pastoral Electric, I know Lydia, oh right… I also know your granddaughter Kelly.”

As Mike listened, the shock in his chest rapidly intensified...

Then, Kelly's name echoed in the air...

Geek!

Mike's heart tightened, and he instinctively reached for his gun.

next second.

Mike suppressed his impulse, his face hardening as he stared at Ding Ze without blinking. "Are you threatening me?"

Upon hearing this, Ding Ze couldn't help but feel a little annoyed and simply shook his head, "Why do people often misunderstand what I say?"

"No, it's not a threat. I'm just stating the fact that I know you very well. It has nothing to do with threats."

"Don't get me wrong."

Mike didn't believe him and kept staring at Ding Ze. "What exactly do you want to do?"

“I told you, my company needs someone like you,” Ding Ze said without flinching, meeting Mike’s gaze with a smile. “Miami is much better than Albuquerque. It’s too desolate and lifeless here, there’s nothing interesting here.”

"With your abilities, I can offer you an annual salary of three million US dollars, plus various benefits and subsidies."

He paused as he spoke.

Ding Ze emphasized slightly, adding, "All of this income will be legitimate and legal. You can leave it to Kelly. No matter what happens in the future, the FBI, DEA, NSA, or anything else, they won't be able to take this money away."

Hear the words.

Shocking, still shocking.

But inevitably, Mike was indeed somewhat tempted.

Working for Gus Fryer is certainly a great job, but the financial risks are very real...

Mike is getting on in years, and all his fussing and turning is, besides for himself, mostly for Kelly…

Mike fell silent for a moment.

Silent.

I was moved, but that's all.

To say that he switched jobs without any hesitation...

impossible.

Seeing this, Ding Ze understood and said again, "It's okay, you can think about it, there's no rush. Also, there's no need to keep an eye on things here, it's pointless. Please tell Mr. Fulin that I have no ill intentions. I'm only staying here for a week or so, and I won't have any conflict with him."

"Actually, I really admire him. He left Chile, went to Mexico, and then came to Albuquerque. He's been there for almost eighteen years and has never been noticed by the DEA. That's impressive."

Ding Ze rattled off the whole thing in one breath, then pushed open the car door and said, "Well then, Mike, see you later. Oh, and if you need to find me, just go to that car wash and leave a message for the manager. Bye."

After saying this, Ding Ze got out of the car and walked towards the car wash.

Mike sat in the car, not moving, only moving his eyes to follow Ding Ze's figure.

For a long time.

Mike stopped watching, took a long, deep breath, then started the car and drove off while making a phone call to Uncle Fried Chicken.

“We need to talk, this is very serious!” Mike said in an extremely serious tone.

Sensing Mike's tone, Uncle Fried Chicken didn't dare to be careless, "Okay."

-

In the office behind the fried chicken shop.

Mike and Uncle Fried Chicken sat facing each other.

Mike had told Chicken Uncle everything Ding Ze had said, including the part about trying to poach his employees.

After listening.

Uncle Fried Chicken's already somewhat dark face darkened even more. "How did he know so much? You didn't notice?"

The implication is clear: Uncle Fried Chicken believes that Ding Ze had previously sent people to Albuquerque to conduct an in-depth investigation, otherwise there would be no reason for him to know so much.

Upon hearing this, Mike shook his head with absolute certainty, "Impossible. Finding out these things takes more than a day or two! If someone has been active in Albuquerque for a long time, I would definitely know."

Uncle Chicken still had faith in Mike's abilities. "How did he know?"

Mike shook his head again. "I don't understand."

Uncle Fried Chicken fell silent, temporarily setting aside the issue, and began to think about how to handle it.

Mike waited quietly.

After a while.

To be honest, Uncle Fried Chicken is having a bit of a headache.

Kill Ding Ze and Mickey?

Ding Ze knows so much... If we kill Ding Ze, what are the chances that his secrets will be exposed to the public by Ding Ze's subordinates?

Not to mention, Dongfeng Security's revenge...

how to respond?

"What are your thoughts on this?" Uncle Fried Chicken asked Mike.

As a highly capable former police officer, Mike was naturally thinking about these things as well.

Mike looked at Uncle Chicken and said, "We can't kill him. Since he dared to bring a thug to Albuquerque, he must be very confident."

"We need to figure out what he wants, and if we can talk, we should. If we really can't talk, we need to be fully prepared before taking any action."

"We must act swiftly, accurately, and ruthlessly, catching him off guard and leaving him no time to react."

Uncle Fried Chicken had thought of these things and spoke up.

“Not long ago, I looked at his information, and then I made a few phone calls to Miami to find out more about the situation.”

"After being released from Fox River State Penitentiary, Ding Ze first recruited the Abruzzi family and moved them to Miami. Then he suddenly appeared in New York and took away a treasure worth about 10 billion US dollars from the basement of Trinity Church. Later, he established a company called Dongfeng Security in Miami and recruited veterans with high salaries."

"A few days later, he wiped out a local black gang in Miami with a swift operation, and successfully gained a foothold in Miami."

"A few days later, it's hard to say exactly what happened, but all that's known is that the Russian gang in Miami reached a cooperation agreement with him."

"To this day, half of Miami is practically his."

"The remaining half, perhaps, will also fall into his hands soon."

That's what Uncle Fried Chicken said.

"With our manpower, no matter how well we prepare, we can't touch him unless... Mexico helps, but that's not an option..."

having said so much.

Uncle Fried Chicken suddenly sighed.

While I was thinking just now...