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

After spending some time being affectionate, Marie Cruz started packing her luggage.

About half an hour later, the two walked out of the house.

Sucre politely said to Ding Ze, "Mr. Ding, we've reached an agreement. I agree to your proposal. Marie Cruz will go to Miami now."

Ding Ze, with a cigarette dangling from his lips, smiled and said, "Alright, let's go then. I'll take you to the airport."

Without further ado, the three got into the car and headed to the airport.

Flights from Panama to Miami are not daily, so Ding Ze arranged a connecting flight for Marie Cruz and told Sucre, "Don't worry, go to New York first. I have a branch office there, and I'll have the staff there escort Marie Cruz to Miami. There won't be any problems."

"What about the FBI?" This was Sucre's biggest concern.

Ding Ze shook his head. "Dongfeng Security has been active in the United States for so long, what has the FBI done? Don't worry about them, my company's employees will take care of it."

Sucre thought this made sense, so he didn't say anything more.

Time flies.

About an hour later, with the tens of thousands of US dollars that Ding Ze had casually given her, Marie Cruz checked in, boarded the plane, and flew to New York.

Only after Mary Cruz was out of sight did Sucre turn his gaze away, raise his hand to touch his bald head, breathe a sigh of relief, and turn to Ding Ze, "Mr. Ding, let's get to work."

“Okay, I’ll take you to see Lincoln and tell you about the plan while we’re at it,” Ding Ze replied.

The two got into the car.

On the way, Ding Ze briefly explained his two plans.

One plan was for Sucre, Lincoln, Michael, and others to escape from Sonner prison with Whistler without causing too much of a commotion.

The remaining option is to conquer by force.

“Sucre, if I need to resort to force to take over this plan, then our deal will be void, you understand?” Ding Ze asked with a smile.

Sucre nodded. "I understand, but Mr. Ding, even if we have to resort to force, I can still help."

"Oh?" Ding Ze raised an eyebrow and asked with a smile, "You can kill people?"

Sucre nodded solemnly, "I would do anything for Marie Cruz!"

Ding Ze found it very interesting. "If that's the case, then perhaps our deal doesn't have to be invalid."

Sucre immediately nodded happily, "Absolutely not, I will definitely help you get that Whistler out."

"We'll see how you perform then," Ding Ze said with a smile.

The two chatted casually the whole way.

They found the Lincoln not long after. Sucre got out of the car, but Ding Ze didn't. He talked to the Lincoln to find out what was going on.

Lincoln answered truthfully, of course concealing Michael's other plan.

After listening, Ding Ze didn't say anything more, then drove away to kill time.

unconsciously.

It's evening.

In the hotel room.

Gretchen arrived as promised.

The two began to fight.

It's still three holes.

After they finished playing, the two sat down on separate chairs.

Gretchen lit a cigarette and said, "I had the company look into your background, and you are indeed very interesting."

Ding Ze, with a cigarette dangling from his lips, smiled and said, "Thank you for the compliment."

Gretchen laughed too. "I'm curious about something: what would you do if I killed Janet Austin?"

Ding Ze smiled and calmly glanced at Gretchen. "First of all, you, or the company, cannot kill Janet, at least not within Miami. She will always have an elite squad protecting her."

"Secondly, if you do succeed in killing her, I will kill you, kill your sister, kill your daughter, kill the Kranz father and daughter, kill everyone in the company, and pay with my life."

"See, is that enough?"

Gretchen's expression changed drastically. She couldn't believe that Ding Ze knew so much about the company, nor could she believe that someone like Ding Ze would care so much about Janet.

“That’s enough,” Gretchen replied in the blink of an eye, her smile returning. “I wouldn’t dare lay a hand on Janet, Mr. Ding, you don’t need to overthink it.”

Ding Ze smiled. "Gretchen, I've said I know you well, so there's no need to lie to me like this. Let's tell the truth."

"In my opinion, you are indeed very suitable to work for me and do certain things."

"For example?" Gretchen asked with a smile.

“I’m planning a war, and you’re perfect for getting involved,” Ding Ze said with a smile.

Gretchen raised an eyebrow, somewhat taken aback. "War?"

“Yes, wars between nations,” Ding Ze replied.

"What is the goal?" Gretchen asked again.

“Afghanistan, Iran, Vietnam,” Ding Ze responded calmly.

Gretchen heard this, took it seriously, and her expression turned solemn. "Purpose?"

"Hehe, if I said I'm willing and think it's interesting, what would you think?" Ding Ze asked instead of answering.

“I’d think you’re really crazy,” Gretchen replied after a moment’s thought.

Ding Ze grinned. "From a certain perspective, I might indeed be crazy, but if you ask me, I think it's the world that's crazy."

"What are all those chaotic, polluted countries compared to this?"

"Some countries would be better off disappearing."

"What do you say?"

Gretchen: "???? You're insane!"

Ding Ze smiled but remained silent.

"If you're going to start a war, there has to be something to gain. If there's no benefit, what are you doing?" Gretchen really didn't understand.

“I’ll benefit from it, won’t I? I’ll gain immense happiness and huge profits, won’t I?” Ding Ze said with a smile.

Gretchen couldn't understand and subconsciously said, "Your plan is impossible to achieve. The world has long since become a unified whole."

"If you launch a war of this scale, one wrong move could trigger..."

As she spoke, Gretchen suddenly jolted, realizing what Ding Ze was saying.

And so, in an instant, they were utterly shocked.

"You want World War III?" Gretchen asked, utterly shocked.

Ding Ze chuckled but didn't answer.

However, this reaction is tantamount to an admission.

Gretchen was dumbfounded.

He's gone mad, completely mad.

This guy is a complete madman, he should be killed!

Gretchen was speechless and silently took a deep drag on her cigarette.

Seeing this, Ding Ze didn't disturb him and quietly smoked and spaced out.

for a long time.

Enough rest.

Ding Zechung smiled and asked Gretchen, "How about another round?"

Gretchen hesitated for a moment, then smiled, nodded happily, and knelt down in front of Ding Ze.

So what if Ding Ze is a madman?

Ding Ze's kung fu is amazing.

Let’s talk about what happens next.

**********************

The great war has begun.

The battle was quite fierce.

Since it was just for fun, Ding Ze showed no mercy and unleashed his full potential.

Suddenly, the phone rang.

It wasn't a cell phone, but a satellite phone.

Upon hearing this, Ding Ze did not hesitate. He immediately drew his gun, located the satellite phone, and glanced at it.

Well, it's Abruzzi calling, so it doesn't seem to be anything too serious.

So, Ding Ze answered the call while continuing the battle, saying, "Hello."