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

As I thought about it, I really started to fall for it. (End of Chapter)

Chapter 213 Panama, Sona Prison

Albuquerque.

With nothing else to do and nothing to do in this godforsaken place, Ding Ze went straight to the hotel, took a shower, and started watching TV.

Another new day has begun.

Ding Ze slept until he naturally woke up, got up, washed up, packed his luggage, went out, got in the car, and went to the fried chicken shop he had visited the night before.

This time the situation is different.

It didn't take long.

Uncle Fried Chicken then took the initiative to sit opposite Ding Ze and gave him a forced smile.

Ding Ze returned the smile.

"Mr. Ding, may I ask what brings you here this time?" Uncle Fried Chicken asked calmly.

Ding Ze smiled and said, "Actually, there's nothing much to do. I just came to get some fried chicken, stopped by to see you, and wanted to chat with you casually."

Uncle Fried Chicken nodded. "What are you talking about?"

"The Pastoral Group," Ding Ze said, "I plan to buy the Pastoral Group in a while, and then we'll expand the rock sugar business to a global scale as soon as possible. What do you think?"

Uncle Fried Chicken's nerves twitched. He paused for a moment before calmly replying, "Where do the products come from? I can't produce rock sugar yet."

Ding Ze smiled and said, "It's okay, no rush. Let's do it next year. You can speed up the construction of the factory. Once the factory is built, we can start production. After all, you already have the people, and Gale can start work immediately."

Even though he had dealt with Ding Ze before and knew that Ding Ze knew some of his secrets, Uncle Fried Chicken was still shocked at this moment. He couldn't believe how Ding Ze knew about the factory and even Gail.

Startled, Uncle Fried Chicken was speechless for a moment.

Ding Ze watched and found it quite amusing. He grinned and continued, "Personally, I think that since the world is so big, rock sugar can be sold only in other countries and not in the United States."

"Although the American market is huge, here, green leaves and flour are enough for those drug addicts to enjoy."

"In this way, everyone can make their own money, which is great."

The smile on Chicken Uncle's face disappeared, and anger was clearly visible in his eyes.

Ding Ze saw it, but ignored it and continued eating his fried chicken.

After a short while, Uncle Fried Chicken finally put on a fake smile and said, "Mr. Ding, I understand what you mean. I will speed things up, and I hope we can officially cooperate next year."

“Okay,” Ding Ze nodded.

"Enjoy your meal," Uncle Fried Chicken said, then got up and left.

The moment he turned around, Uncle Fried Chicken's expression changed drastically, turning incredibly cold and his eyes filled with rage.

Uncle Fried Chicken really wanted to kill Ding Ze right away.

Unfortunately, no.

Ding Ze smiled as he watched Uncle Fried Chicken's retreating figure, imagining Uncle Fried Chicken's anger, and couldn't help but chuckle. Then, he continued eating his fried chicken.

After finishing his meal, Ding Ze left, headed to the airport, boarded a plane, and returned to Miami.

Back in Miami, I felt the familiar air of Miami.

Sure enough, Miami is much more comfortable. Compared to a dreadful place like Albuquerque, this place is simply too good.

Ding Ze stretched and then walked with a smile toward Janet, who was leaning against the car with a bright smile on her face, who had come to pick him up at the airport.

“Beautiful lady, the moment I saw you, my heart skipped a beat. Would you do me the honor of coming to the hotel for a chat about life?” Ding Ze said with a mischievous smile when he arrived in front of Janet.

Janet smiled brightly and readily agreed, "Of course! Come on, get in the car."

As she spoke, Janet took Ding Ze's arm and kissed him on the cheek.

The people around them were naturally dumbfounded.

Soon, Ding Ze and Janet got into the car and left the airport.

"So, just like I said, we didn't cause any trouble this time," Ding Ze said with a smile.

Jenny nodded. "That's great."

The two chatted and laughed all the way, went to a restaurant, had lunch, and then headed straight to the Lijing Seaside Hotel to rest.

This rest lasted for three days.

With nothing to do anyway, Ding Ze was happy to have some free time.

That morning, sitting on the hotel balcony, Ding Ze let out a long yawn.

To be frank, after taking a break for several days, I'm actually starting to get a little bored.

Bored, Ding Ze lit a cigarette and decided to find something to do.

After thinking and thinking, Ding Ze got up, went back to his room to get his laptop, and started searching online.

It didn't take long to find it... Unfortunately, there wasn't much information, and the latest updates were all from a week ago.

"Indeed, people are forgetful."

Ding Ze chuckled, tossed the computer aside, and then picked up his phone to call Comrade Alex-Mahon.

The call was answered quickly.

“Mahon,” Alex-Mahon said casually.

To be honest, Ding Ze really admired Ma Hong, and grinned, "Guess who I am."

Ma Hong was a very clever fellow. Upon hearing the voice, he immediately recognized it and became serious. "Boss, what are your instructions?"

"Haha, you actually guessed it," Ding Ze laughed. "I didn't give any instructions, I just wanted to ask about the latest developments of Michael and his group."

Ma Hong had long seen through Ding Ze's other plans for Michael and his group, but he didn't know what those plans were. Upon hearing this, he didn't waste any words and gave a direct answer: "Michael was arrested in Panama yesterday and sent to Sona Prison today. I'll be there soon."

After listening.

Oh wow.

This is so interesting.

He's back in jail.

Ding Ze immediately felt extremely happy and laughed, "Looks like my call came at just the right time. Okay, I got it. Keep your phone on, we'll see you in Panama."

Ma Hong: "???? You're going to Panama too?"

“Hmm, Sona Prison is very interesting, I have to go check it out,” Ding Ze said with a smile.

"..." Ma Hong was speechless for a moment, then thought for a moment, "Is there anything I can do?"

“No need, just do what you’re supposed to do,” Ding Ze replied.

"it is good."

Ding Ze didn't say anything more and hung up the phone. Immediately afterwards, he called Abruzzi again, "John, there's work to be done. I need to go to Panama."

Abruzzi: "???"

This was so sudden that Abruzzi didn't have time to react.

"Boss, you really do come up with all sorts of ideas. Can I ask what you're going to Panama for?" Abruzzi was genuinely curious.

“I just received news that Michael has been imprisoned in Sona prison in Panama. I’m going to visit him,” Ding Ze said with a smile.

Abruzzi: "??? Michael Scofield?"

“Yes, it’s him,” Ding Ze replied.

Abruzzi remembered that Ding Ze had indeed said that Skauffield was still useful, but so much time had passed and Ding Ze hadn't done anything about it, so Abruzzi had basically forgotten about it.

“Okay, I understand. How many men and how many weapons do we need this time?” Abruzzi asked without further ado.

"Let's get about a hundred people, and the more weapons the better," Ding Ze replied after a moment's thought.

Abruzzi instantly understood what the so-called visit meant.

So many people, so many weapons, and in a place like Panama...

Haha, Ding Ze is planning an armed attack on that Sona prison.

“Okay, I’ll arrange it right away,” Abruzzi said, somewhat excitedly.

“As soon as possible, I’ll be there tomorrow,” Ding Ze replied.

"it is good."

call ended.

-

Now that the trip to Panama is planned, what's the next step?

Oh right, tell Janet.

So Ding Ze got up and went back to the room. He walked to the bedside, raised his hand and slapped Janet's still-sleeping head.

Snapped.