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

“So for now, you just keep doing your job and hunting down Michael and the others. And whatever you do, don’t kill them. If you have a chance to get to know any of them privately, call me and I’ll talk to them,” Ding Ze replied.

Mahone was really smart; "You have other plans for them."

“Of course, otherwise why would I help them escape from prison? In fact, I can tell you what my plan is, do you want to know?” Ding Ze asked with a smile.

"You said."

“I need them to bring down the company,” Ding Ze replied calmly.

"??????" Ma Hong didn't understand. "How could they do something like this?"

“I know a fatal weakness of the company. If we attack this weakness, the company will be vulnerable. And to do this, Michael and his team’s skills are very important… Forgive me for not being able to go into details.”

Ma Hongneng understood, "Okay."

"Well, are there any other questions?"

"temporarily unavailable."

"Okay, then you can talk to John about your salary and benefits. If you need to contact me in the future, just contact John, because I'm always on the go and you might not be able to reach me."

"Ah."

"By the way, Ma Hong, don't die. The company will be doing a lot of things, so you have to stay alive," Ding Ze reminded him.

Ma Hong was silent for a few seconds, then said, "Yes."

The call has ended. (End of Chapter)

I'm taking another day off today, I'm too tired.

I'm too tired, I can't keep up.

Sorry.

I'll write it tomorrow during the day. (End of this chapter)

Chapter 151 Back to Miami

Mexico.

Putting away his phone, Ding Ze smiled at Janet, "I've gained a very interesting employee."

Janet overheard what Ding Ze had just said, "That FBI agent, Alex Mahone?"

Ding Ze nodded.

Janet was quite curious. "What are his strengths?"

“He is very intelligent,” Ding Ze replied.

Janet understood and didn't ask any more questions. "Let's continue shopping then."

Both of them got up and continued their sightseeing.

the other side.

Chicago.

My old home is dilapidated; I only come back to visit occasionally, and that's pretty much it.

If you stay there long-term, the hazy beauty that comes from being far from your hometown will gradually be replaced by the harsh reality.

In short, after spending most of the day there, Mickey had had enough, and his nostalgia for the place had almost completely vanished.

So, it's time to go.

So, around dusk...

Mickey took Mandy to the airport, ready to fly to Miami.

This time, since he was taking Mandy out for fun and also to let Mandy see his glorious life from the past period..., sitting in the waiting area, Mickey took out his phone and called Abruzzi.

“John, my sister and I are at the airport. We’ll arrive in Miami at 7:30 tonight. Could you please arrange a car to pick us up?” Mickey said to Abruzzi.

Abruzzi, who was busy at the hotel construction site, understood immediately and laughed, "You want to show off, right? Then I'll arrange a Rolls-Royce for you."

Mickey laughed, "Okay, thanks."

In a blink of an eye.

Miami.

Mickey and Mandy exited the airport.

Mickey immediately spotted the Dongfeng Security employee parked in the pick-up area, holding a sign that read "Mickey," the Rolls-Royce behind that employee, and the Rolls-Royce trucks lined up in front and behind.

Good guy.

Abruzzi essentially created the Rolls-Royce team.

What a grand display!

Cool! ! !

Mickey was really happy. Without delay, he called out to Mandy and pointed to the employee, "That's one of our employees."

Mandy looked in the direction Mickey was pointing, and even though Mickey had told her before how powerful Dongfeng Security was in Miami, she was still shocked. "You really weren't exaggerating."

Mickey heard this and smiled smugly, "Of course."

The two quickly walked up to the employee holding the sign, and Mickey smiled and said, "I'm Mickey Milkovich."

Upon hearing this, the employee immediately smiled and saluted, "Mr. Mirkovich, welcome back."

next second.

Swish swish.

The doors of dozens of Rolls-Royces opened simultaneously, and figures rushed out, all saluting Mickey, staging a scene of a war god descending from the mountain and a king of soldiers being born.

See this.

Mickey: "....."

Mandy was stunned: "???"

The group of people passing by, already drawn to the Rolls-Royce team, were astonished.

"Who is this important person?"

"What an extravagant entrance!"

"Is this an act?"

"So childish, yet so awesome!"

"… .."

Immediately, and naturally, a cacophony of chatter arose.

Mickey heard it, but didn't care and simply ignored it.

the reason is simple.

This is so cool!

Just have fun!

Well done, Abruzzi!

Mickey snapped out of his daze and grinned broadly. "Get in the car, let's go to the Lijing Seaside Hotel that the boss bought."

Not long after.

The Rolls-Royce convoy drove off, leaving the airport amidst the complex gazes of hundreds of people and the incessant discussions.

In the car.

Mandy, who had been speechless for a long time, finally came to her senses. Then, she subconsciously looked at her clothes and felt extremely ashamed, thinking that she was dressed too ugly.

"Mickey, what's going on?" Mandy felt like she was dreaming; it was all too unreal.

Mickey took out a cigarette, lit it, and said, "What's going on? I told you, the boss is very rich."

"This..." Having lived in that filthy slum in Chicago's South Side for so many years, Mandy's perspective was extremely limited. So much so that even after seeing it with her own eyes, she still couldn't understand it at all and was speechless.

Seeing this, Mickey couldn't help but recall how he felt that night when Ding Ze led him onto the plane and he saw those gangsters who had just finished fighting and were all carrying guns...

“Take it slow. You’ll get used to it in a few days. By then, you probably won’t want to go back to Chicago,” Mickey said with a smile, understanding the situation.

Mandy didn't know what to say, so she remained silent.

Time flies by.

The convoy arrived at the entrance of the Lijing Seaside Hotel.

Mickey and Mandy got off the bus.

The driver also got out of the car and respectfully asked Mickey, "Mr. Milkovich, do you need a driver from now on, or will you drive yourself?"

Mickey didn't hesitate. "Give me the car, I'll drive it myself. You guys go ahead with your work."

“Okay,” the employee said without further ado, quickly handing over the car keys before saying goodbye to Mickey and Mandy.