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

"Furthermore, what I am launching is a war, not a suicide mission. Please do not misunderstand me. I do not intend to send millions of Mexicans to be cannon fodder. After all, if the war is lost, it means my failure."

Hear the words.

Supporting a president is one thing.

Getting Mexico involved in the war and causing the deaths of countless Mexicans is a completely different matter.

Nava frowned. "Who are you going to hit?"

"It's not completely certain yet. Maybe it'll be some oddball countries like Afghanistan, Iraq, Iran, Yemen, North Korea, or Japan," Ding Ze replied.

Nava relaxed slightly upon hearing this, but only slightly. "Mr. Ding, this is insane! Even the United States couldn't conquer Afghanistan and Iraq... how is Mexico going to do it?"

“It’s simple, just like me, don’t worry about the details,” Ding Ze replied with a smile.

Nava: "..."

Blue Man: "....."

What details?

A war that disregards everything?

Nava was at a loss for words.

"Director Nava, this is how the world is, and this is how war is. Don't be fooled by the illusions of the world in recent decades."

Ding Ze took a drag of his cigarette and continued, "Think about it, what were the wars like over the past few thousand years? Why do we need to be so different next time?"

"The rules of this game have never actually changed."

After saying that, Ding Ze didn't bother with any more words. "I've agreed to the two billion US dollars. But, Director Nava, I hope you really understand that if you take this money and don't do things well, the consequences will be severe."

"You know what kind of person I am."

By this time, Nava had lost all the arrogance he had shown before arriving here.

Nava stared blankly at Ding Ze.

Murderer!

madman!

A true madman!!!

For a moment, these were the only thoughts in Nava's mind.

half an hour.

Nava snapped out of his daze and realized something.

That is, even if he doesn't agree, Ding Ze will still carry out this plan.

and so.

Nava extended his hand. "I understand. It's a pleasure working with you."

Ding Ze extended his hand and shook hands with Nava. "It's been a pleasure working with you." (End of Chapter)

Chapter 149 A petty person who has achieved his goal, returns to Chicago.

With the cooperation agreement reached, Ding Ze said he would have someone deliver the money within a week, and neither Nava nor the Blue Man had any objections.

Not long after.

The conversation ended.

Nava and the Blue Man certainly wouldn't go to entertainment with a group of book vendors, firstly because it was inconvenient, and secondly because they looked down on them, so they went straight home.

As for Ding Ze…..

With Janet around, he really didn't bother to do anything.

However, considering the importance of tonight and Felix's petty nature...

“Mickey, why don’t you go and play with Felix and the others on my behalf?” Ding Ze called to Mickey. “Janet and I won’t be going.”

“Okay,” Mickey nodded. “By the way, boss, I’ve booked a flight back for 9 a.m. tomorrow. I won’t bother you then.”

“Okay, call me if anything comes up,” Ding Ze replied.

Without saying much, Mickey said goodbye to Janet and quickly left to attend the party.

"Are you really not going?" Janet asked playfully after Mickey left. "From what Felix said, it seems like there are a lot of beautiful women to play with."

Ding Ze laughed, "I don't think there are any beauties there who can compare to you."

Janet smiled slightly. "If one can't compare, then a few together can."

Upon hearing this, Ding Ze pretended to think and said, "That makes sense."

Janet sighed, "What the hell? Let's go back to our room."

Haha.

How interesting.

The two returned to their room.

Janet was indeed quite curious about what Ding Ze had told Nava before, about the DEA and his plans for Mexico.

So the two of them had a very friendly conversation.

*******

the other side.

Inside a luxury club that Felix had booked.

Those who were willing to come over were already playing around with women on either side, accompanied by lively music and various kinds of fine wine.

Of course, Felix, who was only interested in macro-narratives and power, didn't participate. He just sat quietly to the side, smoking and drinking, maintaining the demeanor of a melancholy little prince, but he was quite excited inside.

Isabella was a woman and had no interest in playing around with women, so she didn't participate and just drank by herself.

I drank for a little while.

Isabella, holding her wine glass, rose and sat down next to Felix. "Congratulations, Felix."

Felix smiled faintly, "Congratulations to you too, you got what you wanted."

Isabella smiled but didn't answer the question. "You don't seem very happy. Are you thinking about Dingze and Nava?"

Isabella had also participated in the previous meeting and saw Ding Ze and Nava stay behind.

Upon hearing this, Felix turned his head slightly and looked Isabella in the eye for a few seconds. "You've always been a very intelligent woman."

Isabella smiled. "Would you mind telling me what you're worried about?"

Felix naturally wouldn't tell Isabella, because of distrust and disdain, so he directly changed the subject and asked, "What's wrong? You've gained a place in Tijuana, you should be happy, why do you seem unhappy?"

“It was probably too sudden, and they didn’t have time to react,” Felix refused to say, and Isabella curled her lips slightly, too lazy to speak.

After exchanging a few more perfunctory words, the two parted ways.

Isabella found a quiet place to drink, silently watching Felix.

In just these few days, Felix's changes have already been quite obvious.

He's already putting on that bossy attitude.

"A petty person who has gained power"—before this period, Isabella had quite admired Felix, finding him intelligent and handsome.

As a result, this encounter... well, let's just say it turned out well.

Isabella looked away, and then a question came to mind.

'If I can see it, how could Ding Ze not see it?'

'If Ding Ze figured it out, then how much longer can Felix live?'

Isabella thought to herself, almost wanting to laugh, 'No wonder she's so melancholy.'

Isabella thought about many things for a moment.

At this time.

Mickey, with a cigarette dangling from his lips, arrived with his usual cocky, pigeon-toed gait.

Amado, who was playing happily, saw this and immediately got up to greet Mickey warmly.

Then, the others also made their own comments, more or less.

After all, Mickey is Ding Ze's man, and Ding Ze's absence and the resulting neglect of Mickey is not a good thing.

Isabella quickly joined in.

Isabella genuinely admires Ding Ze, believing him to be wealthy, charismatic, and courageous—a true ruthless and ambitious figure.

To be honest, Mickey quite liked the feeling of being flattered; he found it amusing. So he took a few drinks and downed them one after another with an air of dominance.

"Alright, alright, guys, have fun. I can't drink any more. I have to get back to America early tomorrow morning, and if I drink too much, I might miss my flight," Mickey said, having found it amusing but not greedy. After a few drinks, he politely declined the drinks offered by the other guys.

Hear this.

Amado, Isabella, and Felix were all somewhat surprised.