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

"Look at you, you haven't slept all night, yet you still look so radiant," Ding Ze said with a smile, lighting a cigarette.

Janet smiled too. After all the hard work early in the morning, it was so nice to hear such nice words. "You're so good with words. Hurry up and get in the car."

"Yes, ma'am," Ding Ze replied playfully.

The two quickly got into the car.

After getting in the car, Janet immediately took out the breakfast she had prepared and handed it to Ding Ze, saying, "Eat something quickly."

“Ms. Austin is so thoughtful,” Ding Ze praised sincerely.

Janet smiled and asked, "Where to?"

"Lijing Seaside Hotel, I need to take a shower and get some sleep," Ding Ze said, genuinely feeling quite tired.

“Okay,” Jenny nodded in response, then hesitated for a moment, “Shouldn’t we go to the company to check?”

Ding Ze took a sip of the coffee Janet had prepared and simply shook his head. "If John and Vincent can't handle this kind of thing, what will happen in the future? Let them handle it."

Janet understood; it meant there was something even bigger to come.

But I didn't expect it.

Ding Ze then added, "Besides, it would be useless for me to go; I don't know how to handle it."

“???” Janet was completely dumbfounded, her face filled with disbelief. Then, she couldn’t help but laugh. “So, before you caused such a big mess, you didn’t even think about how to clean up the mess?”

“Hehe,” Ding Ze laughed, “It’s not that I haven’t thought about it at all. I was thinking that at worst, I could spend some money to select a group of people who would volunteer to go to jail.”

Janet was speechless: "..."

Well, no problem.

Dongfeng Security has plenty of money.

If the money is right, many of those employees would be very willing to become managers or deputy general managers overnight, and then lead a group of equally willing employees to confess their crimes and go to prison to enjoy life.

Very reasonable.

Janet shook her head again. "You're amazing."

"Thanks for the compliment."

The two chatted and laughed for a while.

Janet then inquired about Wall Street and the White House, asking, "Can they trace it back to you?"

Ding Ze simply shook his head. "How can we investigate? Strictly speaking, I'm already dead, have you forgotten? We won't be able to find me; at most, we'll only be able to find some employees who participated in the Wall Street operation."

“That’s good,” Janet said, relaxing.

The investigation found no problems with the employees because, as I said before, Dongfeng Security is rich, and its employees all know what Dongfeng Security is all about, so they are not afraid of going to jail.

If the money is right, going to jail is a luxury.

Don't forget, Dongfeng Security will take care of its employees even if they go to jail.

At that time, the prison staff will be the bosses of the prison, and they won't suffer much.

Only then did Janet finally feel completely at ease.

The two chatted about trivial matters, and before they knew it, they had arrived at the hotel and returned to their room.

They took a shower together, took the opportunity to exercise, and afterwards, they both lay down on the bed and fell fast asleep, not caring about anything else.

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Las Vegas.

At seven o'clock in the morning, the army officially entered the city and began the sweeping operation, cleaning each street without mercy.

The soldiers were ordered not to question, not to provide evidence, and not to try to persuade them to surrender; they were to shoot any armed criminals they encountered on the spot.

Therefore, this morning, Las Vegas was filled with a dense barrage of gunfire once again.

Amidst the gunshots, one after another, the foolish thugs fell into pools of blood.

But even so...

Because Las Vegas is so large, the military's cleanup operation is still progressing very slowly.

It took about five hours for the army to officially and completely retake Las Vegas.

Then, Nevada Governor Allen, who had been waiting impatiently, hurriedly took a helicopter to Las Vegas to give an interview, or rather, to claim the credit.

Of course, since the mayor of Las Vegas turned into mincemeat, it's perfectly reasonable for Comrade Allen to claim the credit; there's nothing wrong with that.

The riots in Las Vegas are unforgivable!

I promise I will do everything in my power to find the culprit and give the public an explanation.

[Please rest assured, the unrest has subsided, and order will be fully restored in Las Vegas within 24 hours at the latest.]

【…】

Blah blah blah.

Comrade Allen gave a long and impassioned speech before ending the news interview. Then, he led his men to meet Philip-Bourne, who had already been summoned.

Philip Byrne, being the owner of Caesars Entertainment, was no fool. He had anticipated this turn of events and prepared accordingly, bringing a team of top lawyers.

"Mr. Byrne, all the other stadiums in Las Vegas have been destroyed, but your Caesars Stadium is intact. Can you give me an explanation?" Governor Allen asked aggressively.

Philip-Bourne wasn't intimidated either. "Governor, I don't know why, but what happened last night was terrible. I took my family and hid when the commotion first started."

"Heh, do you think I'd believe that?" Governor Allen wasn't stupid, and he said decisively.

Philip-Bourne remained unfazed. "Governor, that's true. As for why my reading area wasn't destroyed, I think it's probably because those thugs ran out of time."

Faced with such a blatant lie that could only be used to fool a child, Governor Allen was truly enraged. "Mr. Byrne, I'm giving you one last chance. Stop lying and tell the truth, or you'll bear the consequences yourself."

The governor is nothing special, there's nothing to be afraid of.

As for honestly confessing?

Please.

He confessed, admitted he had offended Ding Ze, and then what happened? His whole family was wiped out!

What a joke.

Philip-Bourne stood firm on his position without the slightest hesitation.

Governor Allen was furious and started yelling.

Philip Byrne remained unfazed. "Governor, if that's your plan, then please discuss all subsequent matters with my lawyer." (End of Chapter)

Chapter 179 Vincent's Power, Legal Weapons

The United States has its own unique national circumstances. 6? 9? s? h? u? x? .? c? o? m?

You say I'm involved in the riots in Las Vegas? Show me the evidence.

Without evidence, you're talking nonsense.

Moreover, even if there is evidence, the large group of lawyers I employ are no joke.

You guys can keep messing around, I'm not playing along.

After saying that, Philip-Bourne walked away, not caring about who the governor was.

Governor Allen was so angry his nose was crooked, but he was still helpless. After all, he had no evidence and no way to do anything but watch Philip-Bourne leave arrogantly.

soon.

Governor Allen forced himself to calm down.

Philip-Bourne is a done deal; we can take our time and deal with him later.

The immediate priority is to clean up the mess in Las Vegas.

Keep in mind that at this very moment, throughout Las Vegas, there are still piles of corpses and ruined buildings.

And so, Governor Allen got busy, as did the army, collecting the bodies.

********

New York, Wall Street.

Now, less than 24 hours later.

Despite still being worried about being killed by a mysterious sniper, the well-dressed vampires still came to work, either making phone calls or typing away on their keyboards, embarking on their exciting life of frantically sucking blood and making money.

at the same time.

Hundreds of FBI agents were constantly on the move among the buildings on Wall Street.

The trajectory of a bullet can reveal a lot.

By this time, FBI agents had identified five firing positions.

This baffled them immensely.

Normally, it would be impossible for so many highly skilled snipers to unite and launch a massacre against those vampires on Wall Street without giving any prior warning.

In their view, the attack on Wall Street, which was clearly not a personal grudge but was obviously aimed at that group of executives, must have contained some kind of declaration or attitude.