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

Ding Ze lit a cigarette and began to ponder.

After thinking for a while, I made a decision.

Let's go to Uncle Fried Chicken's fried chicken shop. The parking lot in front is huge, which is perfect.

If this really is a trap, then a bunch of police officers and detectives will rush out... hehe, then we'll drag Uncle Fried Chicken into it too.

How interesting.

Ding Ze couldn't help but smile when he thought of that scene. After laughing, he turned the steering wheel, pulled the car to the side of the road, and said to Mickey, "There's something I need you to do. Remember the owner of that fried chicken shop?"

Uncle Fried Chicken is a big shot, Mickey certainly remembered him and nodded.

“Go find out which fried chicken shop the owner works at, and then call me,” Ding Ze said.

“Okay,” Mickey said, a little puzzled, but after thinking about it, he didn’t ask and obediently got out of the car.

Ding Ze then headed towards the car wash.

We arrived at the car wash.

Walter, who was directing his men at work, immediately rushed to greet Ding Ze upon seeing him, saying, "Good morning, Mr. Anderson."

Seeing Walter's anxious demeanor, Ding Ze immediately guessed that Skyler must already be at the car wash, so he smiled apologetically, "Sorry I'm late, have you been waiting long?"

“No, no,” Walter shook his head with a slight smile.

"Then let's get things done. Skyler's here?" Ding Ze knew what Walter was anxious about and said directly.

Walter immediately smiled, "She's here. I'll go call her."

"Okay, see you in my office."

Not long after.

in the office.

Today, Skylar was dressed very formally, a small suit jacket covering his rather imposing frame... well, it's hard to describe.

Ding Ze quickly glanced at it, and for some reason, he was reminded of the scene of Skyler's battle with Ted.

But in a moment, he understood.

It's probably because of Skyler's professional attire.

“I’m sorry, Skyler, I’m not actually Walter’s student,” Ding Ze apologized.

Skyler grinned. "Walter told me all about it last night, Mr. Anderson. Your acting is really good."

“Right, I think so too,” Ding Ze laughed.

The two exchanged a few casual laughs and got down to business.

Hiring Skyler to work wasn't a complicated matter. Ding Ze pretended to explain, asked Skyler what salary he expected, and once he agreed, everything was settled.

"I hope that with your joint efforts, this car wash business will get better and better," Ding Ze said at the end.

“We will try our best,” Skyler replied.

That concludes what needed to be said.

Walter and Skyler happily left the office to get to work.

Ding Ze didn't rush to leave; he stayed in his office, waiting for Mickey's call.

Before you knew it, it was 10:30 a.m.

Mickey called to say he had found the restaurant where Uncle Fried Chicken was and gave him the address.

“Okay, wait for me there, I’ll be right there,” Ding Ze said without further ado, and then called Lidal-Eton.

Liddell Eaton simply refused to answer the call this time and immediately sent a message to Ding Ze using his new phone: "?"

"Start now, drive east, and I'll give you the address in twenty minutes," Ding Ze replied.

“Okay,” Liddell Eaton replied succinctly, then put away his phone and got up to leave the office.

The office door had just opened.

One of the police officers guarding the door immediately asked, "Mayor, are you going out?"

“Well, I’m going out for lunch. You don’t need to come along,” Liddell Eaton said calmly, without stopping.

Hear this.

The two police officers guarding the door immediately exchanged a glance, looking troubled.

"Mayor, it's too dangerous for you to go out alone during this time. Let us accompany you," the police officer who had just asked the question said urgently.

Liddell Eaton didn't even turn his head. "No need. If that bastard wanted to kill me, he would have done it already. I'll be fine!"

The two officers remained silent, hesitated for a long time, and ultimately decided not to follow.

There is no other reason.

Liddell Eaton has always been known for his decisive, iron-fisted, and taciturn image, which is already well-established.

Anyone even slightly familiar with Liddell Eaton knows that once Liddell Eaton makes a decision, no one can interfere.

And so, Liddell Eaton got into the car without any trouble and drove eastward alone.

About a quarter of an hour later.

Ding Ze arrived at the parking lot in front of the fried chicken shop where Uncle Fried Chicken was working today and parked his car.

Mickey, who was waiting in another car, had been keeping an eye on the parking lot entrance. Naturally, he spotted Ding Ze immediately and quickly got out of the car and walked towards Ding Ze.

At the same time, Uncle Fried Chicken, who was clearing away dishes in the store, glanced at Mickey Mouse in the parking lot without making a sound...

Even though Mickey's face has been changed...

However, based on his build, hairstyle, clothing, and gait, Uncle Fried Chicken had already identified and confirmed that the person outside was Mickey Mouse...

therefore.

Seeing Mickey suddenly get out of the car and walk towards another car, Uncle Fried Chicken's heart sank. Without delay, he immediately shifted his body and adjusted his angle to look at the car Mickey was walking towards.

This look.

Although the distance was a bit far, Uncle Fried Chicken still recognized Ding Ze sitting in the driver's seat at a glance.

'Another new face!'

'What the hell is this bastard doing here?'

Intuition told Uncle Fried Chicken that Ding Ze and Mickey coming over without going into the store was definitely not a good thing.

With this intuition in mind, Uncle Fried Chicken wasted no time, finished dealing with the plates in his hands, and immediately went to the small office behind the fried chicken shop.

Waiting passively is not the style of Uncle Fried Chicken.

Once inside the small office, Uncle Fried Chicken closed the door, took out his phone, and called Mike, asking him to send two people to the parking lot to keep an eye on the situation, just in case.

Mike is still in Miami.

Albuquerque's airport is temporarily closed due to the lockdown.

Mike couldn't go back. After hearing what Uncle Fried Chicken said, his old face immediately showed annoyance. "That guy is a real madman. Don't show your face."

Last night, Mike told Chicken Uncle the whole story about Dongfeng Security.

Chicken Uncle knew perfectly well how crazy Ding Ze was, and that he couldn't be judged by common sense. "Hmm."

Without wasting words, Mike called Victor and asked him to take another person and head to the parking lot immediately.

"Should we bring weapons?" Victor asked.

Mike became even more agitated upon hearing this.

why?

Even though they knew Ding Ze was about to cause trouble, they still couldn't do anything to him unless he was going to kill Uncle Fried Chicken...

"Bring plenty of supplies, including pistols and submachine guns. However, unless the boss is in danger, just observe. If anything happens, tell me immediately."

“Okay,” Victor answered very readily.

*******************

In the parking lot in front of the fried chicken shop.

"Go wait on the other side of the road, and watch both sides. See if any police cars or vehicles that look like law enforcement vehicles come by later..." Ding Zechong instructed Mickey. "If similar vehicles come, there will definitely be many of them. It's not hard to recognize them."

“Hmm,” Mickey replied without hesitation, then quickly left the parking lot, crossed the street, squatted down by the roadside, took out a cigarette, lit it, and played the part of a street hustler.

Ding Ze glanced at it from afar, smiled, and then sent a message to Liddell Eaton, informing him of the address.

"I'll be there in ten minutes," Liddell Eaton replied quickly. After replying, he put away his phone and carefully looked behind him through the rearview mirror.

No one was following them.

Liddell Eaton, having served as a police officer for many years, could easily tell whether someone was following him.

Three minutes later.

Victor drove an inconspicuous gray car into the parking lot, carefully parked it in the space in front of Ding Ze, turned off the engine, adjusted the rearview mirror, and observed Ding Ze.

About five more minutes passed.