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

Ding Ze's strength keeps increasing, and he's going completely insane.

He really did touch Janet...

Ding Ze made one phone call and summoned one or two thousand veterans...

How to fix it?

Will it be chopped into mincemeat?

Ding Zeke seems to really enjoy doing this kind of thing.

So, Uncle Fried Chicken stopped thinking about it. It's just 20%, right? When Ding Ze says the time is up, we can cooperate and make money together.

As a person, you have to be flexible when necessary.

Otherwise, at best you'll make yourself miserable, at worst you'll end up getting yourself killed.

Uncle Fried Chicken doesn't want to die.

It’s noon this day.

"Boss, they've all arrived in Mexico," Abruzzi said to Ding Ze after finishing the call.

“Okay,” Ding Ze said without hesitation, “when do you plan to go back to Miami?”

“If you have nothing else to do, we plan to head back this afternoon,” Abruzzi replied.

Ding Ze had nothing else to do, so he asked Janet beside him, "Janet, why don't you go back with John?"

Janet didn't want to go back. Her expression shifted slightly, and after a moment's hesitation, she said, "Okay."

Ding Ze smiled and said, "Then it's settled. Come on, I'll treat you to fried chicken. There's a famous fried chicken shop here that's really good."

About half an hour later.

Ding Ze and his group of about twenty people arrived at the parking lot of one of the LOS POLLOS & HERMANO'S fried chicken restaurants, got out of the car, and walked into the restaurant.

Inside the shop, Uncle Fried Chicken was diligently clearing plates and wiping tables as usual when he suddenly saw this scene, and exclaimed, "!!!!!"

mother fxxk!

Uncle Fried Chicken immediately cursed in his mind.

Then, having no other choice, seeing Ding Ze and the others walk in, Uncle Fried Chicken had to put on a professional smile and welcome them.

Seeing Uncle Fried Chicken like this, Ding Ze was overjoyed and laughed happily.

After eating fried chicken.

It didn't take long.

Ding Ze drove Janet to the airport, saying, "See you in a while."

“Okay, be careful,” Janet nodded in response, suppressing her reluctance.

I left the airport.

Ding Ze took Mickey to a car wash.

Walter is not here.

After speaking with Skyler and expressing his high regard for Walter's abilities, Ding Ze, having put on a show, took Mickey back to the airport to wait for their flight to Mexico. (End of Chapter)

Chapter 130 Mexico, Felix

Sitting on the plane, looking down at the city lights twinkling below, Ding Ze had given up on figuring out the timeline of this world.

So why is Mexico still in this terrible state in the 21st century...?

unimportant.

It's just a game, so anything goes.

Around 11 p.m., the plane landed and arrived in Sinaloa.

Ding Ze got off the plane and took a deep breath.

Goodness, the air here seems to smell of green leaves; it truly lives up to its name as Sinaloa.

Upon exiting the airport, Ding Ze glanced around and spotted the two team leaders standing next to a black SUV who had come to pick him up. He walked straight over and asked, "Do you have a lighter?"

The two team leaders were taken aback. "Boss?"

"Who else could it be?" Ding Ze chuckled. "Can't you recognize me just because I changed my face?"

The two team leaders: "..."

Please, you've changed your face. We've only met you a few times, how could we recognize you?

The next second, one of the team leaders quickly took out a lighter and handed it over.

Ding Ze lit a cigarette and took a deep drag. "Have you encountered any trouble since arriving here?"

“No,” the team leader who handed over the lighter replied, “We stayed in the city as you instructed and didn’t do much.”

“Okay, get in the car, let’s go to the hotel first,” Ding Ze said. “Tomorrow morning, you guys go out and find a man named Miguel Angel Felix Gallardo. He should live in some town, he used to be a police officer, about 1.75 meters tall, very thin, always looks melancholy, and has very thick hair…”

Based on his memory, Ding Ze described Felix as best he could, "Call me after you find him. My current number is..."

"Also, have you collected the newspapers I asked you to collect?"

“We’ve collected them; they’re all in the hotel,” one of the team leaders replied.

"Okay, let's go to the hotel."

After saying that, Ding Ze and Mickey got into the car.

The three black SUVs quickly drove away.

Arrive at the hotel.

Ding Ze took a shower first, then called to Mickey, "Let's go out for a walk and grab a bite to eat."

He had never been to Mexico before, and now that he was, he had to do some sightseeing. It would be so boring to just work and not have any fun.

Mickey had never been here before, and he had absolutely no interest in the place, let alone the food. "Boss, be careful not to get diarrhea if you eat randomly here."

"Haha, that's an experience too," Ding Ze laughed and said, "You have to watch what you say here, or you might get beaten up."

“With you here, what’s there to be afraid of?” Mickey replied with a smile.

“You little rascal,” Ding Ze shook his head.

The two chatted and laughed as they left the hotel.

Sinaloa is a very poor place. Even in the 21st century, it is still like a huge slum, filled with dilapidated and impoverished scenes. Only the core area has a hint of prosperity.

Ding Ze drove around and looked around.

I can't help but think that in a country like this, there's absolutely nothing wrong with those people choosing to grow specialty products.

The government is incompetent, corrupt, and indifferent to the lives of its people.

Are the people just supposed to accept their fate? Not resist? Silently endure it?

Isn't that nonsense?

Humans are human after all, not animals...

Besides, even beasts know how to fight back when pushed to the limit.

“No wonder those Mexicans are willing to risk their lives to go to America,” Ding Ze said with a sigh, lighting a cigarette.

Mickey, seeing this, was quite moved. "I used to think my hometown was poor enough, but compared to this place, it's incredibly good."

Ding Ze laughed, "Everything is afraid of comparison."

Mickey nodded in agreement.

The two chatted for a while, and after looking around enough, they found a fairly luxurious restaurant and had dinner.

After ordering, Ding Ze suddenly remembered that he should probably call Janet, so he took out his phone and made the call.

The call was answered quickly.

"I've arrived," Ding Ze said with a smile.

Janet was delighted. "Nothing's wrong, is it?"

"No, what trouble could I possibly have? The people here are very warm and hospitable. I just waved a few US dollars and a bunch of people surrounded me," Ding Ze joked.

Janet laughed out loud, "You'd better watch out, they might rob you. In a place like that, you dare to flaunt your wealth? You're asking for trouble."

“You don’t understand. I’m setting up a trap, just waiting for them to come and rob me,” Ding Ze said half-jokingly.

“…” Janet paused for a moment, then immediately understood what he meant.

Well, no problem.

After all, he's a serial killer named Ding Ze. It would be abnormal if he didn't kill some Mexicans when he got to Mexico.

The two chatted and laughed for a few minutes before ending the call.

See this.

Mickey breathed a sigh of relief and couldn't help but say to Ding Ze, "Boss, this is disgusting."