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

With just this one sentence, the difference between Isabella and Janet was easily demonstrated.

Isn't that interesting?

"I guess so," Ding Ze replied casually.

“She’s really generous,” Isabella’s tone changed slightly.

“She just knows how to play this game,” Ding Ze said with a smile, looking at Isabella. “Obviously, you don’t know yet, and I sincerely hope that someday you will.”

Upon hearing the words and looking at Ding Ze, Isabella couldn't help but feel a chill. She then realized that the man who was cursing her was a notorious serial killer from America, and soon to be a notorious serial killer from Mexico—not someone she could really get along with.

next second.

Isabella quickly swallowed the slight resentment that had instinctively arisen from hearing those words, smiled slightly, and echoed Ding Ze's words, "I hope so too."

Time flies.

a new day.

Seven groups, totaling 175 veterans, arrived in Tijuana one after another to begin preparations.

morning.

Ding Ze and his group left the hotel to meet Benjamin, the boss of Tijuana Plaza.

Benjamin's business is quite diversified these days; he transports all sorts of things. In a sense, he's a big shot in the transportation industry and is very professional in it.

Ding Ze and his group successfully reached Benjamin's headquarters.

Benjamin is busy.

Ding Ze and the others got out of the car, and Felix introduced them to each other.

Benjamin had also heard about Ding Ze and was somewhat surprised by Ding Ze's appearance. He then gave Ding Ze a brief greeting.

That's all.

Ding Ze had anticipated this and didn't mind. There was still a long way to go; they could talk about it next time they met.

Felix quickly told Benjamin about his plan.

Benjamin listened and readily agreed, "I need to talk to a few of my brothers. I'm very interested, and I believe it should be fine."

“However, Felix, if you want us to join, you’ll have to win someone over.”

"Who?" Felix guessed roughly.

“Sicily-Falcon,” Benjamin replied, “Falcon is the boss of Tijuana. We can’t cooperate with you without his consent, or we won’t be able to survive in Tijuana. On the other hand, Falcon has taken good care of us over the years, and we have to consider his feelings.”

After listening, Felix glanced at Ding Ze subconsciously, then smiled at Benjamin, "Okay, I'll go talk to Falcon."

After saying that, Felix casually asked, "Benjamin, do you have a good personal relationship with Falcon?"

Benjamin was a little confused as to why Felix was asking this, and shook his head. "My relationship with him is mainly professional, with occasional personal interactions. Why do you ask?"

Felix breathed a sigh of relief and shook his head slightly. "It's nothing, I just thought of that. I won't bother you any longer. I'll call you when I've sorted things out. We'll meet again in Guadalajara."

“Okay,” Benjamin replied.

Ding Ze and the others didn't linger and got into their car to leave.

Having dealt with Benjamin, all that's left is to wait until evening; there's nothing else to do for the time being.

Ding Ze planned to explore Tijuana, so he took Mickey and parted ways with Felix and the other two.

Tijuana is a very well-known city.

Although this fame is mainly due to crime.

But it doesn't matter, after all, they are criminals.

“Boss, this place feels pretty good, it has a bit of a Miami vibe,” Mickey said as he sat in the car and looked out the window.

“Yes, somewhat,” Ding Ze nodded in agreement.

The two spent the afternoon like normal tourists, strolling around, eating, and enjoying a relaxing time.

In a blink of an eye, night falls.

Get down to business.

-

under night.

Ding Ze and his group of five moved toward the address Isabella had given them.

at the same time.

Two hundred fully armed veterans, who were eager to kill the Mexicans for money, had quietly set up camp around the destination, waiting for Ding Ze's signal to immediately charge in and unleash a barrage of gunfire...

To be honest, at this moment, the crowded villa not far away looked no different from a mountain of money to these veterans.

One Mexican, $100,000.

There were at least two hundred Mexicans in that villa, a motley crew of all sorts of people.

If they were all killed, that would be twenty million US dollars.

The veterans are looking forward to it.

About twenty minutes later.

Ding Ze and the others arrived.

Isabella, dressed in her finest attire, was already waiting at the agreed-upon spot.

The car came to a stop.

Ding Ze spoke up, saying to Mickey, "Mickey, just wait outside, don't go in. I might not be able to look after you later."

Mickey's shoulder had recovered, and he had brought his gear with him this time. Hearing this, he didn't hesitate and simply nodded, "Okay."

Neto then spoke up, "I'm waiting outside too."

Ding Ze was well aware of Neto's cowardice and, too lazy to say more, turned to Amado and asked, "Amado, what about you?"

Amado smiled brightly, "Of course I have to go in."

Ding Ze laughed, "That's perfect. Once inside, keep an eye out for the beauties. If things get worse, protect a few of them."

"Haha, okay, I'll do my best," Amado nodded with a smile.

Felix smiled inwardly, becoming even more determined to use a beautiful woman to deal with Ding Ze, a plan he had conceived the previous night… At the same time, he began to look down on Ding Ze.

Because, in Felix's eyes, no man is good enough if he is so obsessed with women.

Ding Ze had no idea what Felix was thinking; otherwise, he would definitely suspect that Comrade Felix wasn't a real man.

Not long after.

Ding Ze, Felix, and Amado followed Isabella into the villa.

The villa was very lively.

All sorts of people, filled with laughter and joy.

There are many beautiful women, and Colombian specialties are readily available everywhere.

To be honest... the distributor of Sicily-Falcon is much more comfortable than the manufacturers like Pablo and the Cali brothers.

Look at this life, how carefree it is.

Just a few days ago, Amado was a nobody with little money. He traveled around and saw things that made him genuinely envious, and his eyes lit up with envy.

Ding Ze noticed this and grinned, "Amado, you like this kind of party?"

Amado readily admitted, "Of course, it's fantastic."

"After you're done with this busy period, why don't you all take some time to go to Miami? There are so many more fun things to do in Miami than here," Ding Ze invited.

Amado immediately agreed, "Okay, I'll definitely go."

Isabella echoed, "I've never been to Miami before. Will Mr. Ding personally host me?"

“If I were there, that would be natural,” Ding Ze replied.

Felix thought for a moment and remained silent, but in his heart, he did have the idea of ​​going to Miami to see how big Ding Ze's business was.

Soon.

Amado stopped and didn't go any further.

Ding Ze and Felix followed Isabella for a while until they arrived at the door of Sicily-Falcon's office.

“We have an appointment with Mr. Falcon,” Isabella said alluringly to the bodyguard at the door.

The bodyguard recognized Isabella and opened the door without saying a word.

Ding Ze and the other two entered.

One of the bodyguards in the office immediately stepped forward to search him.

A body search is not possible.

Ding Ze's eyes darted around, scanning the other people in the office before finally settling on the effeminate Sicilian Falcon sitting on the sofa.

He doesn't like effeminate men.