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

"of course."

Having received a positive answer, Felix gritted his teeth, steeled himself, and walked towards the door. Once behind the door, after a moment's thought, he mustered his courage and opened it a crack.

Of course, he held the gun in his right hand, pressed it against the door, and was ready to fire at any moment.

Felix quickly glanced at the people outside through the crack in the door.

read it.

My heart sank, almost to the bottom.

Felix felt that the person outside was most likely an American soldier.

The subordinate outside the door saw Felix, grinned, and said in a friendly manner, "Mr. Gallardo, I didn't bring any weapons."

As he spoke, the subordinate outside the door turned around and even lifted his clothes.

Felix watched in silence, and did relax a tiny bit, just a tiny bit.

Felix remained silent.

"Can I come in?" the subordinate outside the door had no choice but to ask again.

Felix hesitated for a moment, then remained silent, hiding his right hand holding the pistol behind his back and taking two steps back.

The men outside finally managed to get into the house.

"It's really not easy to get in here," the subordinate couldn't help but sigh.

Felix ignored him. "Say what you have to say."

The subordinate smiled and didn't waste any time. "It's like this, my boss's name is Ding Ze. Perhaps you've heard of him?"

Felix: "!!!!!!!"

Felix had indeed seen news about Ding Ze on television.

"That serial killer Ding Ze?" Felix was completely dumbfounded. He never expected to hear such a name. "Wasn't he killed a few days ago?"

The subordinate smiled smugly, "No, that's exactly why I needed to come in and talk to you. My boss is alive and well, and on his way here."

"He needs to talk to you. He might have been scared by our presence, so he asked me to come and tell you to rest assured and not to call anyone."

"Otherwise, we'll end up killing each other, which isn't appropriate."

Felix: "!!!!!!!!!"

Is the serial killer Ding Ze still alive?

Did you come to see me for something?

Felix's brain nearly shut down. After several seconds, he recovered slightly. "What does your boss want with me?"

"I'm sorry, I don't know. We are only responsible for execution."

'They are indeed soldiers,' Felix thought in a panic, then, wanting to confirm, 'They're not here to kill me?'

The subordinate laughed, "It shouldn't be."

should????

Felix couldn't stand such words.

“Well then, Mr. Gallardo, is that alright? Please wait a moment, boss, don’t make the call,” the subordinate repeated.

Felix heard this and nodded blankly.

“Thank you for your cooperation. We’ll wait here then. The boss should be here in a little while,” the subordinate said, stopping to make sure Felix wouldn’t make any calls. “May I sit down?”

Felix had no choice but to agree.

"Thank you, Mr. Gallardo, please have a seat. You can put the pistol away now; it's useless," the subordinate said casually as he found a place to sit.

Felix was speechless: "..."

After a while.

With no other choice, Felix had to sit down and wait.

As for calling for help?

no point.

The other party was the serial killer Ding Ze. Although Felix didn't know much about him, based on what he'd seen on television, he roughly knew how formidable Ding Ze was...

So, who should I ask for help?

Police officers? Useless. Ding Ze will just kill them without hesitation.

Boss Pedro? Haha, Ding Ze will probably only kill even more ruthlessly.

Just wait and see, whether you live or die, you can't resist.

-

About twenty minutes passed.

Ding Ze arrived, parked the car, and instead of getting out immediately, he took off his mask.

Mexico is not America.

It would be much better for him to show his true face when he comes here to handle this matter; or rather, it would save him a lot of trouble.

After putting the mask away, Ding Ze called Mickey to get out of the car, and the two walked together toward Felix's house.

The men who had already arrived all stayed in the car as instructed by Ding Ze.

Arrived at the door.

Ding Ze raised his hand and knocked on the door.

"The boss must be here," said one of Felix's men, who had been inside with him, as he got up to open the door.

The dilapidated door opened.

Ding Ze glanced at Felix, who was sitting on the stool looking exactly like a melancholy little prince, and couldn't help but laugh out loud. He then asked his subordinate, "What did you do to him? Why does he look like that?"

The subordinate was wronged: "..."

Standing in front of me is none other than the murderer Ding Ze!

The subordinate immediately panicked and hurriedly explained, "Boss, I really didn't do anything. I just waited here with Mr. Gallardo. I promise."

Ding Ze was joking.

He knew Felix's situation very well.

Felix is ​​intelligent, knows how to seize opportunities, and has a certain amount of courage; it's just a pity he lacks boldness and has character flaws...

To put it simply, this person is suited for business, but not for ruling the Mexican specialty business.

"Don't panic, I was just kidding. You can go out now, thank you for your hard work," Ding Ze replied with a smile.

"Okay," the subordinate immediately breathed a sigh of relief, and without any hesitation, he took a step and left.

Felix had seen and recognized Ding Ze immediately and was quite shocked. It wasn't until Ding Ze sat down in front of him that he regained his senses a little and managed to calm down somewhat.

Out of composure, Felix quickly moved his lips several times before finally speaking, "Mr. Ding."

Ding Ze smiled, took out a cigarette, and offered one to you. "I'm sorry, my people were ignorant and offended you. Please forgive them."

The serial killer Ding Ze seems to be relatively easy to talk to?

Felix blinked, his hand trembling slightly as he reached out and took the cigarette. Then, he forced a smile. "It's alright... Mr. Ding, who were you looking for?"

Whether they live or die depends on the answer to this question.

Felix couldn't wait any longer and asked tentatively.

Ding Ze didn't reply immediately, but turned to look around. "Isn't Raphael here?"

Felix was startled again, wondering how Ding Ze knew about Raphael. "He's not here right now."

"Where did you go?" Ding Ze asked.

“Up in the mountains,” Felix dared not lie.

Ding Ze actually went to bed very late last night, spending the whole time reading the newspaper.

Judging from those newspapers, he figured the situation here was like the shows he'd already experienced, such as "Prison Break," "Dexter," and "Bones"—either the plot had just begun because he'd arrived, or it hadn't even started yet.

Now, he wants to confirm further.

"Did he go to see his teacher?" Ding Ze asked again.

Surprise after surprise overwhelmed Felix, who was on the verge of giving up thinking. He nodded blankly, "Um... how did you know?"

"It's not important," Ding Ze smiled, basically certain that the story had only just begun. "His teacher is named Hector?"

Felix nodded. "Yes."

This is the end.

Completely certain.

This means that the military will launch a surprise attack on this place immediately.

Ding Ze thought for a moment, deciding not to remind him, "Alright, then, let's get down to business. Felix, is it alright if I call you that?"