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

The most cowardly monkey hurriedly whispered to the motionless Jesse, "Jesse, go, don't be silly, hurry up."

The skinny guy chimed in, "Jesse, we have no choice but to cooperate. Hurry up and go."

Kang Bao finally spoke up, "Jesse, we can't handle this kind of thing. Not many people can. Go."

Jesse: "o((⊙﹏⊙))o!!!"

What can I do?

no way.

Jesse had no choice but to lift his heavy feet, which felt like they weighed almost a thousand pounds, grit his teeth, and grit his teeth as he slowly moved outwards.

A few minutes later.

Jesse sat silently and tremblingly in the back seat of the car.

Ding Ze started the car and, with Mickey and Jesse in tow, returned to the vendor they had found earlier.

Mickey, sitting in the passenger seat, glanced back at Jesse and chuckled, feeling a pang of sympathy for the guy…

Chapter 115 Releasing animals is always so satisfying

Upon spotting the dedicated street vendor in the distance, Ding Ze drove straight up to the vendor and stopped.

Upon seeing the Mercedes and Ding Ze in the driver's seat, the vendor immediately took a few steps with a cocky gait and asked Ding Ze, "Hey, what would you like to order?"

Ding Ze had always been curious about one question.

Why do all these Black people speak with such an accent?

Ding Ze smiled, took out a thousand US dollars, and handed it out the car window, "Give me some flour."

The vendor took the money.

At the same time, the corrosive Gu worms attached to the back of Ding Ze's hand crawled at full speed into the vendor's sleeve.

"Wait here," the vendor said, oblivious to everything. He put away the money, left the words, and quickly walked to the nearby trash can. He took the goods out of the trash can, returned to Ding Ze's side, and handed Ding Ze a small bag of flour.

"Thank you," Ding Ze said with a smile as he took the flour.

Words spoken.

moment.

The vendor shuddered, his expression changed drastically, and his dark face twisted rapidly.

next moment.

The vendor fell to the ground.

[You successfully released Hazel. Reward: Noodle-making skill.]

? ? ? ?

A bizarre skill.

Ding Ze was slightly speechless, but he didn't care much. He casually tossed the flour in his hand to Jesse, who was sitting in the back seat, looking astonished and dumbfounded. Then, he pushed open the car door, got out of the car, pulled out the pistol from the vendor's waist, and then touched the vendor's pocket.

Unfortunately, I didn't find the magazine.

Ding Ze was a little annoyed, so he checked the magazine in the pistol.

Fortunately, the magazines are full, that's enough.

After inserting the magazine back into the car, Ding Ze smiled at Mickey and said, "Alright, let's get on to the second thing."

The Mercedes drove forward.

Jesse, sitting in the back, trembled violently. Instinctively, he turned his head through the car window and looked in utter horror at the vendor lying on the ground behind the car. "He, he, he's dead? You, you, you just killed him like that?"

"I told you I'd bring you out to have fun, how was it? Was it fun?" Ding Ze asked with a smile without turning his head.

Jesse: "!!!!!!!!!"

Fun?

This madman! !

Jesse was going crazy; the thought of jumping out of the car and escaping immediately popped into his head, but... he didn't dare.

Because he was certain that even if he jumped out of the car, he would not be able to escape.

For a moment, Jesse could only grit his teeth and desperately try to calm himself down, hoping to find a way out.

Mickey glanced at Jesse in the rearview mirror, smiled faintly, and said to Ding Ze, "Boss, a car is chasing us, on the left."

Ding Ze heard this and looked over.

About a hundred meters to the left rear, a black Mustang was chasing after us at full speed.

You can vaguely see that there are two people sitting in the front of the car.

"They're so kind. They knew one gun wasn't enough, so they brought me one," Ding Ze said with a smile, then silently recited the John-wick character card.

Character card equipped.

An indescribable feeling instantly enveloped Ding Ze.

this moment.

Ding Zezhi felt like he had become John Wick, and even wanted to get a dog.

After all, how can John-wick be without dogs?

In a blink of an eye.

Okay, we'll talk about the dog later.

Without hesitation, Ding Ze swiftly turned the steering wheel, maneuvering the Mercedes sideways. He drew his gun, pointed it at the black Mustang, and pulled the trigger.

boom!boom!

100% hit rate.

Two shots, two people.

Immediately, the black Mustang veered off course, veered towards the roadside, and crashed into a utility pole.

[You released Ruby. Reward: Paper Ingot Skill.]

[You released Jason. Reward: Paper Doll Making Skill (Beginner).]

'Good grief, two truly monstrous skills.'

Ding Ze thought to himself, turned the steering wheel, and drove forward. "Mickey, I want to get a dog?"

Mickey: "..."

Mickey was dumbfounded.

What's wrong with this boss's brain?

Why did I suddenly want to get a dog?

This thought process is incredible; I can't keep up, I really can't.

“If you want to raise it, then raise it,” Mickey said, giving up on understanding the meaning of the words and simply agreeing.

“Sigh,” Ding Ze sighed, “you don’t understand.”

Mickey immediately nodded in agreement, "I really don't understand. Let's talk about this later. Someone saw us on the roadside. Should we change cars?"

The neighborhood was dilapidated and there were no police officers on duty.

Theoretically speaking, even if the people on the roadside saw it, they shouldn't have called the police.

But, better safe than sorry.

If the police catch up, it will be quite troublesome to turn back.

"Okay, let's change the car," Ding Ze agreed. After driving a little further, he saw a repair shop on the side and drove the car in.

The car came to a stop, and Ding Ze was about to get out when he suddenly remembered something. He turned to Jesse and smiled, saying, "Jesse, please sit still and don't try anything. Thank you for your cooperation."

After saying that, Ding Ze got out of the car and asked the mechanic who had gathered around, "Are there any cars for sale here? I need a car."

The repairman paused for a moment, then quickly looked Ding Ze up and down.

Those who run repair shops in this run-down neighborhood are not considered normal people, and the same goes for those who work here.

"Yes, what kind do you want?" Although the repairman couldn't figure out what was going on with Ding Ze, he sensed that this man was not someone to be trifled with, so he didn't say anything rash.

"One hundred thousand US dollars, just a car that can leave immediately and won't break down on the way," Ding Ze replied, then gestured for Mickey to get the money.

Without hesitation, Mickey took out $100,000 from the bag at his feet and handed it to the repairman.

I saw the money.

The repairman thought to himself, his intuition was right.

In this society, it would be strange if someone carried so much cash around.

"Wait a moment, I'll call the boss," the repairman, who wasn't the boss and hadn't received any money, shouted after saying that.

soon.