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

These mercenaries were hired temporarily by Peter Gayev at Abruzzi's behest; they were not Americans.

However, it doesn't matter, since these mercenaries pose no threat to Ding Ze anyway.

Ding Ze greeted him with a smile.

The mercenaries' faces were beaming with excitement.

There is no other reason.

I finally met the infamous serial killer Ding Ze!! How could I not be excited?

The mercenaries responded enthusiastically.

The two sides exchanged brief pleasantries.

Time was limited, so Ding Ze didn't waste any time and ended the nonsense, taking Gretchen straight to the helicopter on the deck.

Of course, Ding Ze was still in charge of driving.

Before long, the helicopter took off and flew towards the island that wasn't far away.

To be honest, Gretchen was quite surprised. She hadn't expected Ding Ze to not only be able to drive a boat, but also to know how to watch a helicopter.

Therefore, it was only natural that Gretchen's appreciation for Ding Ze increased.

Naturally, the source of this appreciation lies in Ding Ze's extraordinary creative skills.

The helicopter flew for about ten minutes.

We arrived over the island.

Looking down from the island, you can see that many luxury yachts are already moored in the sea not far from one side of the island, indicating that quite a few people have already arrived.

At this moment, in the center of the island, an employee with conspicuous tools directed Ding Ze to land the helicopter on the side helipad.

Ding Ze saw this, didn't hesitate, quickly descended, brought the helicopter to a stop, and called Gretchen to get off.

Gretchen had been wondering what Ding Ze wanted to do by coming here since the beginning.

At that moment, Gretchen spotted several important figures from small countries and recognized them. She became even more puzzled and had a guess. She whispered to Ding Ze, "Are you here to buy nuclear weapons? If so, you should have told me earlier. I could have easily helped you find the seller."

Ding Ze chuckled and replied, "I am indeed here to buy something, but not nuclear weapons. However, I do need to buy some missiles. If you know any sellers, you can introduce me to them. Your reward will be substantial."

Missiles are available on the black market.

Gretchen did indeed have the connections, and readily nodded, "Okay."

Gretchen responded, her mind racing as she began to think.

Ding Ze came to buy things, but not nuclear weapons. So what was he buying?

What else could possibly attract important figures from those small countries to come here?

Moreover, the transaction took place on an island like this?

Gretchen thought and thought.

Suddenly, ding-dong, I've got it!

"You're here to buy a nuclear submarine?" Gretchen asked Ding Ze again in a low voice, her tone genuinely incredulous.

Upon hearing this, Ding Ze smiled brightly, "You're really smart, that's why I wanted to invite you to work for me."

Gretchen immediately fell silent, then suddenly remembered what Ding Ze had said about the war that day.

Good guy!

Ding Ze, that madman, is seriously serious.

Nuclear submarines were prepared for war?

Gretchen couldn't help but frown and look at Ding Ze.

What is war?

The essence of war is wealth, and its goal is plunder.

If Ding Ze successfully launches a war and wins in the near future... how much wealth will Ding Ze be able to plunder?

Then, Ding Ze will take action against the company...

Ha ha.

Ding Ze, that madman, not only planned everything out, but he also executed it with incredible efficiency and speed...

This is such a bitch.

Unable to stop herself, Gretchen began to reconsider Ding Ze's invitation.

******

Upon entering the hall where the auction was about to take place, Ding Ze immediately spotted Peter Gayev, whom he hadn't seen in quite some time.

Peter Gayev, who was holding a glass of champagne and chatting with others, also saw Ding Ze.

Peter Gaev, whose gaze fell on Ding Ze's face and who had witnessed Ding Ze's rapid progress and whose future heights were still unknown, dared not be negligent. He quickly ended the conversation, ran up to Ding Ze, and greeted him with a beaming smile, "Mr. Ding, it's been a long time. You've become even more handsome."

"Haha, right?" Ding Ze accepted the remark without any modesty, and then laughed, "You're getting fatter and fatter. You should lose some weight, otherwise it's not good for your health."

Peter Gaev looked down at his round belly and nodded decisively, "I really should lose weight, otherwise I won't be able to see my little xx when I look down."

After saying that, Peter Gayev smiled and extended his hand to Gretchen, "Hello, I am Peter Gayev. May I ask how you are addressed, Miss?"

Gretchen extended his hand and shook hands with Peter Gayev. "Mr. Gayev, you can just call me Gretchen."

Ding Ze then spoke up, jokingly saying, "Peter, don't get any funny ideas. Gretchen is my bodyguard; he could easily take you down with just one finger."

The words came out.

Gretchen was speechless.

Peter Gayev was genuinely terrified: "!!!!"

After all, a bodyguard for a ruthless killer like Ding Ze? That would have to be incredibly powerful!

Can't afford to offend!

Thanks to Ding Ze, Peter Gayev is doing very well now and is quite wealthy. He doesn't want to die and wants to continue enjoying his comfortable life.

Upon hearing this, Peter Gayev immediately became much more respectful to Gretchen, saying, "I see, Ms. Gretchen, I was being presumptuous."

Gretchen had no choice but to deal with it.

After a few casual words, we got down to business.

Led by Peter Gayev, Dingze and Gretchen arrived in front of the seller.

The seller was an old man with a fierce look on his face.

The old man held a high position of power and had heard of Ding Ze.

After exchanging a few pleasantries and getting to know each other, the two sides concluded their conversation.

This is normal.

The two sides have different principles and cannot work together, especially since this transaction is a one-off deal.

Therefore, there's no need to get to know more people.

Ding Ze himself wasn't interested in this kind of thing and didn't mind, so he took Gretchen to get some buffet food nearby.

Gretchen cooperated.

the reason is simple.

On the one hand, since we're already here, it's not impossible to leave now, but it would be quite troublesome.

On the other hand, Gretchen has never been in contact with a nuclear submarine, yet he is genuinely interested in them.

The two of them passed the time by smoking and eating at the buffet.

Time passes quickly.

Before we knew it, it was five o'clock in the evening.

The auction officially began.

This is not an ordinary auction, so it doesn't need to be very formal.

The old man, acting as the seller, went on stage and briefly described the phase information of the nuclear submarine. He also guaranteed that the nuclear submarine could serve for at least another ten years under normal maintenance and upkeep. After that, he opened the auction, announced a starting price, and let the interested people present make bids.

In an auction, the highest bidder wins.

Of course, that nuclear submarine was an old-fashioned one, so even if the price was high, it wouldn't be outrageously high.

The old man who was selling the item had a very simple purpose in organizing this auction: he wanted to sell as many items as possible and make as much money as possible.

There's nothing wrong with that either.

We're all just ordinary people; who would complain about having too much money?

The auction has officially begun.

People from all walks of life started making their offers.

Ding Ze, with a cigarette dangling from his lips, watched with amusement, not in a hurry, but simply waiting quietly.

Gretchen was the same.