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

Abruzzi was about to speak when he heard the strange sound and was speechless. "Maybe I should call again later."

Ding Ze smiled and said, "It's nothing. Tell me what's wrong."

Abruzzi: "..."

What can I do?

When the boss gives the order, of course you have to do it obediently.

Abruzzi had no choice but to bite the bullet and pretend he hadn't heard anything. "It's about that nuclear submarine. The date and location for the auction have been set. Peter Gayev just informed me."

"Oh?" Ding Ze became interested. "Go on."

"The time is 2 PM the day after tomorrow, and the location is a coordinate. I checked, and it's an unnamed island, not too far from Panama. You can sail there," Abruzzi said.

Upon hearing this, Ding Ze paused for a moment, then said, "An unknown island, right? In that case, everyone else will have to take a boat there too?"

Abruzzi didn't immediately grasp Ding Ze's meaning and replied, "Yes, that should be the case, since there probably isn't an airport on that island."

"In that case, if that island is bombed, wouldn't no one be able to escape?" Ding Ze asked.

"???" Abruzzi was taken aback, unsure of Ding Ze's meaning. "Boss, what are you trying to say?"

Ding Ze smiled and said, "Don't misunderstand, I don't want to cause any trouble. I'm just worried about my safety. If something happens on that island the day after tomorrow, or if someone tries to kill me, I won't be able to escape."

Upon hearing the words, Abruzzi, who had genuinely believed Ding Ze intended to bomb the island, immediately breathed a sigh of relief. Then, after a moment's thought, he suggested, "Arrange for a cruise ship and several helicopters to provide support at sea?"

“Okay,” Ding Ze nodded. “Safety first. Make the arrangements as soon as possible. I’ll be there the day after tomorrow.”

"Okay, then boss, you go ahead and get busy. I'm hanging up," Abruzzi said, not giving Ding Ze a chance to say anything, and decisively hung up the phone.

Ding Ze didn't care, tossed the satellite phone aside, and continued fighting.

After fighting for another twenty minutes or so, Gretchen conceded defeat.

Ding Ze then announced the end of the battle.

After finishing, I sat back down in my chair.

Gretchen struggled to get to the chair, found a cigarette, lit it, and took a few puffs. Feeling a little better, she asked Ding Ze weakly, "Are you leaving Panama?"

Ding Ze smiled and said, "The day after tomorrow, it will probably only take one day. It won't delay things here, and your timeline won't be affected much."

Gretchen paused for a moment, exhaled a puff of smoke, and looked at Ding Ze, "You want the company's Sera?"

Upon hearing "Sira," Ding Ze turned to Gretchen, smiling without saying a word.

Gretchen understood. "I'm curious, how do you plan to get Sera? That thing is the company's lifeline. With Dongfeng Security's strength, I'm afraid it's not possible."

Ding Ze shook his head. "You're mistaken. Think carefully about what I told you that day."

Gretchen heard this, thought about it in silence for a moment, and then seemed to have an idea: "General Kranz works for you?"

“As long as Kranz is willing to work for me, does it matter whether it’s Syra or not?” Ding Ze retorted.

Gretchen was speechless for a moment, then shook her head with a smile, "General Kranz is not the kind of person who would work for anyone."

“Nothing is absolute in this world, we’ll see,” Ding Ze replied with a smile.

Gretchen didn't say anything more about it.

After finishing her cigarette, Gretchen packed her things and left.

Since Ding Ze had nothing better to do, he went out for a stroll on the beach and made a phone call to the team leader of the new batch of employees to check on the progress.

Progress is going fairly smoothly, just a bit slow.

Panama is a horrible place, with soldiers patrolling everywhere.

And since the employees are all Americans, they are relatively conspicuous, so it's not very convenient for them to get things done.

However, a batch of the order-bombing software has already been installed.

I estimate that we should be able to complete the installation of all the bombing orders in the next three or four days.

After listening quietly, Ding Ze offered some encouragement and told the employees to be careful. He advised them to strike first if they were targeted by local soldiers. After that, he hung up the phone and called Janet for a chat.

Janet has good news.

On the one hand, the number of individuals and institutions investing in Fireline Capital is increasing.

Fireline Capital's capital pool will soon exceed 10 billion US dollars.

On the other hand, Ida Hassan has already started making money, averaging ten to twenty million US dollars a day in recent days.

"That kid's pretty good. All that effort I put into getting him out wasn't for nothing," Ding Ze laughed. "By the way, does that kid have feelings for you?"

Janet laughed immediately upon hearing this, "Do you want me to say yes or no?"

"Guess," Ding Ze said with a smile, throwing the question back at him.

Janet chuckled. "Maybe so, but it doesn't matter. I had Abruzzi find him a girlfriend. She's a professional, but she's really beautiful. He doesn't care; he's been busy lately."

"It's good that he's a professional, he's skilled, that kid is really lucky," Ding Ze said with a smirk.

Janet took the bait. "Get lost! Are you looking for a prostitute over there? Let me tell you, if you get sick, I'll never let you touch me, you bastard!"

Ding Ze was overjoyed, "Absolutely not?"

“Absolutely not!” Janet said firmly.

“Then I didn’t look for a job,” Ding Ze replied.

Janet was speechless for a moment. "So, you bastard, you really did go looking for her, didn't you!"

Ding Ze laughed, "No, didn't I say no?"

“But you clearly meant that you did,” Janet said angrily.

“You misunderstood, I didn’t say that,” Ding Ze replied with a chuckle.

“…” Janet was furious. “You bastard!” (End of Chapter)

Chapter 218 I Cultivated a Technique

Strolling along the beach and bickering with Janet, time flew by.

Seeing that it was getting late, Ding Ze hung up the phone and went back to his hotel to sleep.

a new day.

Sona Prison.

Early in the morning, Michael teamed up with T-bag to carry out a plan to bring Whistler out of the sewers and ensure that Whistler wouldn't be killed once he was out.

The plan went smoothly.

Finally, Whistler, who had been hiding in the sewers for many days, surviving by drinking dirty water and eating rat meat, was brought back to the surface by Michael and T-bag.

Subsequently, under the orders of the prison leader, Whistler's life was temporarily spared.

Faced with this result, T-bag smiled smugly at Michael, "Scottfield, our cooperation went very smoothly. Now we just have to wait for Ding Ze to get us out of here!"

With Michael blocking his way, T-bag had no choice but to abandon his plan to leave with Whistler and instead decided to leave with Ding Ze.

Of course, given his personality, T-bag was also prepared.

Since Whistler is clearly important to Ding Ze, if the situation changes unexpectedly, even if he can't get out, T-Bag will kill Whistler.

Hearing T-bag's words, Michael nodded. "Don't trust Ding Ze too much. That guy kills without blinking an eye. If you trust him, you might lose your life at any time."

T-bag isn't stupid; he's quite clever. Hearing this, he smiled decisively and said, "Of course."

Michael had no interest in wasting time arguing with scum like T-bag, and said dismissively, "I need to figure out how to get out of here. I'm leaving."

After saying that, Michael walked away without waiting for T-bag's response.

It's true that we need to figure out a way to leave, but that's not the point.

For Michael, the next priority is to get in touch with Whistler, figure out who Whistler really is, and why both the company and Ding Ze want to get rid of Whistler.

Currently, Michael believes that Whistler is very likely the key to taking down the company and Ding Ze.

Michael didn't want to, and was unwilling to, miss this opportunity.

Soon.

Michael found Whistler and tried to get information out of him.

As a former employee of the company and now an internal traitor, Whistler was incredibly clever. He had already prepared his story, and when faced with Michael's cryptic questions, he immediately and sincerely delivered his explanation.

Michael, being a smarter man, certainly didn't believe Whistler's nonsense at all.

The two exchanged words.

The first formal confrontation ended without a result.

Time flew by, and it was already afternoon.

Ding Ze received a call from Lincoln, who had visited Michael that morning, and learned that Whistler had appeared. Without further ado, he quickly drove straight to Sonner Prison.

After registering, Ding Ze waited in front of the fence for a while before Whistler arrived.

Whistler hadn't been in Sona prison for very long, having been living a carefree life outside. Of course, he knew who Ding Ze was. In addition, he had overheard Michael and T-Bag's conversation before, so he wasn't surprised by Ding Ze's appearance and calmly approached him.

Ding Ze smiled and said, "Finally, I've met you in person."