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

Ding Ze grinned. "Smart."

The idea was completely confirmed.

Sicily-Falcon suddenly laughed, gritting his teeth, "I hope your future will be like mine."

Words spoken.

The group arrived at the living room on the first floor.

The guests, who were essentially kidnapped, looked at Sicily-Falcon, who was being supported by Felix, with fear and made way for him.

Upon seeing these people, Sicily-Falcon immediately took a deep breath, endured the excruciating pain, gritted his teeth, straightened his back, and smiled at the guests, "I hope you enjoy this party."

Hear this.

Felix and Amado, who was coming down from the second floor, were both surprised, having never experienced such a grand spectacle before.

Isabella, who is currently selecting politicians, is doing the same.

Ding Ze wasn't surprised at all.

After all, in the original play, the effeminate Sicilian Falcon was quite composed even when he was dying.

Not long after.

The group stopped in the center of the living room on the first floor.

Ding Ze took out a cigarette and lit it.

Countless sirens were rapidly approaching from outside.

Ding Ze ignored him, took a drag of his cigarette, and looked around at the unfamiliar faces.

And you know what? There are quite a few beautiful women there.

After looking around, Ding Ze spoke up with a smile, "Sicily-Falcon's life has come to an end. Tijuana will have a new owner, and I hope everyone will like it."

Done.

Ding Ze turned to Sicily-Falcon, "Mr. Falcon, hold on, stand up straight, and leave calmly."

Sicily-Falcon didn't say anything, but took a deep breath and stood up as straight as possible.

“Very good,” Ding Ze praised, then drew his pistol and handed it to Amado, who had just arrived beside him.

At this time.

Numerous police cars arrived, their sirens blaring clearly around the villa.

Amado glanced outside instinctively, then without a word, took the pistol, pointed it at Sicily-Falcon's head, and pulled the trigger.

boom.

Blood splattered everywhere, and some things that cannot be described to avoid censorship splattered on the faces and bodies of many guests.

"Ah~~~~"

In an instant, some women completely broke down, screaming incessantly.

at the same time.

Sicily-Falcon fell to the ground.

Amado handed the pistol back to Ding Ze.

Ding Ze took it, tucked it into his waistband, and smiled at Amado, saying, "Go find an axe."

As soon as these words came out.

Thump!

Having experienced the Pedro incident before, Felix's expression immediately changed drastically, and he couldn't help feeling nauseous.

Although Amado hadn't witnessed Pedro turning into mincemeat before, he had seen Pedro in mincemeat form and immediately realized Ding Ze's purpose in wanting the axe, his expression changing involuntarily.

But Amado didn't hesitate and immediately turned and left.

Outside the villa, the first batch of police officers who arrived were already shouting.

at the same time.

Many of the politicians chosen by Isabella are making phone calls while trembling.

Ding Ze saw this and knew there was no problem.

As soon as the phone call starts, in this corrupt place, the police officers outside will immediately retreat as if nothing has happened.

buzzing.

Mobile phone vibration.

Ding Ze took out his phone and saw that it was Lan Ren calling.

“Mr. Ding, the military will not get involved. As for the police, it will probably take a few more minutes,” Blue Man said without wasting any words and went straight to the point. “In addition, some police officers may eventually get involved because some individuals in Tijuana have personal connections with Sicily-Falcon.”

“Okay,” Ding Ze replied, “I’ll call you again after I’ve finished dealing with this.”

call ended.

Ding Ze looked at Isabella, "Isabella, who are Falcon's business partners, or who have connections with the United States?"

Isabella knew this place all too well; upon hearing the question, she began to point it out without hesitation.

When Amado returned with an axe.

A dozen or so Mexicans, plus a few Americans, have been singled out.

“Congratulations, you can go and reunite with Falcon,” Ding Ze said with a smile, then waved his hand gently.

Some veterans nearby saw it!

Money! It's all money!

Bang bang bang.

In the blink of an eye, all the people who were dragged out had their heads blown off and fell to the ground.

This scene is a bit too frightening.

In an instant.

Several female guests suddenly went black and fainted.

Ding Ze wasted no time, reached out and took the axe from Amado's hand, and started working.

In no time.

I watched Ding Ze do something right before my eyes...

As expected, the guests either turned pale, vomited repeatedly, or fainted one after another.

The huge living room on the first floor was suddenly filled with wonderful surprises.

Outside the villa.

The siren faded away quickly.

It was quiet outside again.

Time flies by.

Ten minutes later.

Ding Ze finished his work.

Amado saw this and immediately handed over the towel he had prepared beforehand.

Ding Ze laughed, not expecting Amado to have this side to him. He took the towel, wiped himself, and said, "Let's go, our Tijuana trip is over."

After saying this, Ding Ze took out a cigarette, lit it, and walked out on his own.

Felix, Amado, and Isabella couldn't help but glance at Sicily-Falcon on the ground one last time before silently following.

Although the veterans were somewhat shocked by Ding Ze's methods, they were all people who had been on the battlefield and seen hell... They were not greatly moved by Falcon's experience and silently followed him out.

all the best.

The group boarded the vehicle and headed out of the city.

Never thought.

It's only been open for a few minutes.

Suddenly, countless bullets flew in from both sides.

Take a closer look.

There were many police cars on both sides.

Protected by the car and unaffected by the volley of bullets, Ding Ze immediately realized that these officers were sent by the sheriff who had a personal relationship with Sicily-Falcon, as Blue Man had mentioned…

“The opportunity to make money has arrived. Kill them all, don’t let a single one escape,” Ding Ze said without hesitation, picking up the walkie-talkie.

The veterans were not about to miss such a good opportunity to make money.

In a blink of an eye.

Veterans vs. Mexican police officers.