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

"Look in the mirror," Ding Ze said, admitting that he was quite proud of his skills at that moment.

This Korean man, named Park Seung-hyun, was paid $60 million by Abruzzi to come here voluntarily to his death.

Upon hearing this, Park Seung-hyun didn't hesitate. He walked to the mirror and looked at himself, and was naturally taken aback. "Wow, he's amazing. It's like he's a completely different person."

Park Seung-hyun has lived in the United States for many years and speaks fluent English.

Ding Ze smiled and said, "Let's go out then. I'll explain tomorrow's plans to you in detail."

Park Seung-hyun nodded calmly, "Okay."

The two walked out of the bathroom.

"Vincent, take some men and clean up the bathroom," Ding Zexian called out to Vincent.

Vincent didn't delay and immediately did as instructed.

Ding Ze then led Park Seung-hyun to sit on the sofa, took out a cigarette, and offered him one, saying, "From this moment on, you are Ding Ze, the murderer who escaped from Fox River Prison!"

Park Seung-hyun took the cigarette, grinned, and said, "I'm Ding Ze."

"Very well, I'll stay here with you tonight. I'll leave tomorrow morning, you stay. Around nine o'clock, at least a hundred police officers and FBI agents will surround this place..."

“You are the serial killer Ding Ze. You are not afraid of them. You will show the aura of a serial killer…”

Ding Ze began, describing to Park Seung-hyun his memory of Ni Dahong's classic performance in the Wolf Warrior movie.

Of course, some minor modifications were made.

"I will be in charge of the entire process."

"Remember, you cannot speak from beginning to end."

“The time has come. I’m informing you that you should put down your gun, walk out of the front door of this house, and face the law enforcement officers with a smile.”

"After that, wait for a specific person to come out and ask you to raise your hands. Then, suddenly pull out the pistol hidden behind your back, and that person will blow your head off."

"Any questions?"

Park Seung-hyun, with a cigarette dangling from his lips, thought calmly for a moment before speaking, "A headshot? That sounds terrible. Can I pay more?"

Hear the words.

Objectively speaking, Ding Ze had grown to like this guy.

How interesting, yet another lay Buddhist who pays extra.

Because of this feeling, Ding Ze was neither angry nor hesitant. He smiled and said, "A headshot is indeed quite tragic, so paying more is definitely the right thing to do. How much more do you want?"

"Ten million," Park Seung-hyun said after a moment's thought.

“Okay,” Ding Ze readily agreed, then looked at Park Seung-hyun and decided to ask, “You seem like a very interesting person. I’m a little curious, what’s the reason you agreed to do this?”

“My son and daughter,” Park Seung-hyun’s tone became slightly turbulent, no longer calm.

Ding Ze didn't want to ask anymore.

There's really no way to deal with family matters.

"Well, do you have any other questions?" Ding Ze asked again.

"No," Park Seung-hyun answered decisively.

“Very good, then let’s rehearse a few times,” Ding Ze said.

Park Seung-hyun didn't delay and immediately got up.

The two began their rehearsal.

**********

I watched this in silence.

Whether it was Mickey, Abruzzi, or Vincent, as well as the few subordinates they brought with them, their expressions were all tacitly complex.

no way.

This scene is just too damn bizarre.

Truth and falsehood intertwined, falsehood and truth intertwined.

Mickey and the others were at a loss for words to describe their feelings, so they could only silently cooperate.

-

unconsciously.

As dawn breaks, the east turns white.

Everything is ready.

Ding Ze and the others packed up their belongings and prepared to leave.

Wearing Ding Ze's clothes, Park Seung-hyun, who looked almost exactly like Ding Ze, lit a cigarette and escorted Ding Ze and the others to the door, letting out a wicked laugh.

"Gentlemen, see you in hell."

Upon hearing this, Ding Ze smiled broadly and nodded, "See you in hell."

Chapter 127 Ding Ze is dead.

“John, Vincent, it’s good that you’re here. You didn’t come for nothing.”

"Today is a good day, let's go buy a building."

"Dongfeng Security is establishing a branch company today."

Before getting into the car, Ding Ze, with a cigarette dangling from his lips, said this to Abruzzi and Vincent.

Abruzzi had no objections, only a slight doubt: "Boss, what exactly is it about Albuquerque that attracts you?"

Ding Ze smiled and said, "Talented!"

Abruzzi: "...What kind of talent?"

"A master of recreational products, but not yet. It will take some time. When that time comes, the things that master creates will be able to easily overwhelm the United States and even half the world. The specialties of Mexico and Colombia will be completely overwhelmed."

Abruzzi was shocked.

So awesome?

A moment of shock, Abruzzi, a veteran of Dongfeng Security who had known Ding Ze since Fox River Prison, had long since learned not to doubt Ding Ze's abilities.

Since Ding Ze said so, Abruzzi believed, "I'm waiting for that day to come. Will this branch office be put into operation immediately?"

Ding Ze shook his head, "Let's reserve a spot first, hire an old man as a security guard, and we'll talk about it later."

"it is good."

Abruzzo had no other questions.

Everyone got into the car and left.

Ding Ze didn't go far. He found a spot nearby where he could clearly see Park Seung-hyun's mansion, checked it over, and confirmed that everything was in order.

After finishing, I called Liddell Eaton.

As soon as Liddell Eaton saw the unfamiliar number on his phone, he guessed that it was Ding Ze calling, and further guessed that Ding Ze was prepared. So he decisively refused to answer the call and used a new phone he had gotten yesterday to make the call.

"Are you ready?" Ding Ze asked.

"When?" Liddell Eaton asked.

“A dozen minutes later,” Ding Ze replied with a smile.

Liddell Eaton frowned slightly. "Too short. It will take at least half an hour to gather the police chief and his men."

Ding Ze checked the time. "Okay, I'll call you back in exactly half an hour..."

The two agreed on a secret code and then finalized the details.

The phone hangs up.

********

Half an hour passed in the blink of an eye.

In the mayor's office.

The Albuquerque Police Chief, the head of the DEA Albuquerque branch, the FBI representative, and the Albuquerque SWAT officer, among other leaders, all sat before Liddell Eaton.

Liddell Eaton was speaking in a pretentious manner, expressing his frustration and concern about the current situation.

At this time.

The phone rang.

Liddell Eaton immediately stopped talking, took out his phone, and then, as agreed with Ding Ze, waited five seconds, pressed the button to decline the call, put away his phone, and then asked, "Where were we?"

Ding Ze's side.

Hearing the dial tone from his phone, Ding Ze smiled. Without hesitation, he immediately dialed the police station, changing his voice to sound as panicked as possible, "I... I want to report a crime. I just... I just saw that... that murderer Ding Ze..."

The operator overheard this but didn't pay much attention, having received many such calls over the past few days. However, they didn't take it too seriously either. "Where did you see this?"

“In xxxx,” Ding Ze said haltingly, “it’s an empty house that no one lives in right now. That murderer even smiled at me. Am I going to die? Die?”