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

Time passes slowly.

The price of the nuclear submarine reached US$2.5 billion.

This price is actually quite high.

After all, it costs the United States about two billion US dollars to build a new attack nuclear submarine.

But there was no other way. The people present had money, but no technology to build that thing. So, even if they had to pay extra for an old-fashioned one, they still had to buy it.

However, the frequency of price increases did decrease, and the crowd gradually calmed down.

A few minutes later.

The price reached $2.7 billion, and no one bid higher.

Ding Ze looked at it and thought, "What's there to hesitate about? Let's buy it!" So he shouted, "Two billion."

The old seller was all smiles, laughing heartily.

This price was completely beyond the old man's expectations.

Who wouldn't be happy to suddenly earn hundreds of millions of dollars?

Out of sheer joy, the old man was already thinking about how, after returning this time, he could spend some time and money to find a way to acquire another nuclear submarine and sell it.

Shortly after, because no one else bid, the old seller announced the sale: "Congratulations, Mr. Ding, you have successfully won the bid for 2.8 billion US dollars."

Ding Ze, a cigarette dangling from his lips, chuckled.

Gretchen had very mixed feelings.

$2.8 billion to buy an outdated attack submarine?

So much money spent on this thing?

Damn it, Ding Ze, that crazy murderer, is such a spendthrift.

Ding Ze had no idea what Gretchen was thinking, and he didn't care. Soon, he privately communicated with the old man who was selling the goods, arranged for the payment, and the transfer of the nuclear submarine.

"Mr. Ding, considering we might have opportunities to cooperate in the future, I have a suggestion for you: your journey back may be dangerous, so please be very careful," the old seller said. (End of Chapter)

Chapter 220 Facing the Challenge, Earning Back the Money

Ding Ze was delighted to hear this.

what is this?

The usual procedure after an auction: robbery?

“Thanks for the reminder, it’s alright, I welcome them to come to me,” Ding Ze said with a smile.

That's the truth.

He was very welcoming.

After all, everyone here today is a wealthy person, and he has just spent 2.8 billion US dollars.

Haha, if someone is willing to deliver money to his door, why wouldn't he welcome it?

The old man selling the goods also laughed. It was only at this moment that he realized for the first time that Ding Ze, the infamous madman and serial killer in America, was actually quite interesting.

Without further ado, the two sat down, smoked and drank, and waited for Ding Ze to pay.

The seller, an old man, provided a Swiss bank account number. Ding Ze had just called Abruzzi and asked him to arrange the remittance.

This is an international money transfer, and a large one at that, so it will take some time, about half an hour.

Half an hour passed in the blink of an eye.

The seller's subordinate, who had been sitting in front of the computer, received the payment notification immediately and promptly informed the seller, "Boss, the money has arrived."

The old man selling the submarine nodded with a smile, and then, without further ado, reached into his pocket, took out an envelope, and handed it to Ding Ze. "These are the coordinates of the submarine. There are more than twenty crew members on board. From this moment on, they are all free. Mr. Ding, you can do whatever you want with them."

The meaning of this statement is not complicated.

They can either recruit them or kill them.

Ding Ze opened the envelope and glanced inside. There was only a piece of paper with a set of coordinates, a phone number, and a secret command on it.

After glancing at it, Ding Ze put the envelope away, extended his hand to the old man selling the goods, and said, "It's a pleasure doing business with you."

"Pleasant to work with."

Ding Ze didn't say anything more, got up and told Gretchen to leave.

The old man selling the goods didn't move. After Ding Ze and his companion left the room, he turned to his subordinate with a smile and said, "Make the call."

Without hesitation, his subordinates immediately pulled out satellite phones and called several guests who had left the area not long ago, informing them of Ding Ze and his companion's departure.

Soon.

The old man who sold the product then received a hefty information fee.

the other side.

Gretchen spoke calmly to Ding Ze, "If I were that old man, I would immediately sell your whereabouts and make a fortune."

Ding Ze, a cigarette dangling from his lips, smiled. "So?"

"What are you going to do?" Gretchen asked, raising a slight brow.

“Two billion US dollars,” Ding Ze sighed. “How long would it take me to earn that much money? So, of course I have to earn it back.”

Gretchen: "???"

Gretchen was truly taken aback by this turn of events, and was momentarily stunned before feeling a chill run down her spine.

This is so girly!

How many more people will die next?

Gretchen was starting to regret coming to this godforsaken place with Ding Ze.

I was just joining in the fun, and now I'm facing a hail of bullets?

Are you kidding me?

Gretchen's expression was quite complicated for a moment.

Ding Ze saw it but ignored it.

Not long after.

The two boarded the helicopter, with Ding Ze still in charge of piloting. They took off and headed towards the cargo ship.

Several locators on the bottom of the helicopter flashed red.

At the same time, several guests participating in the auction solemnly ordered their subordinates to follow the signal, intending to capture Ding Ze alive and seize the nuclear submarine.

It's only a ten-minute walk, not a long distance.

Ding Ze controlled the helicopter and landed it steadily on the cargo ship. Then, he turned off the engine and landed on the deck.

As soon as they landed, an employee rushed up to Ding Ze and said, "Boss, there's a locator under this helicopter."

Ding Ze smiled and nodded, not flustered at all. "Everyone lie in ambush. A guest will be arriving later. We'll deal with him properly with bullets. But remember, don't kill anyone who looks like the boss. We need to make money."

Upon hearing this, the employee standing in front of Ding Ze smiled and said, "Yes, boss!"

Upon receiving the order, the employee immediately sprang into action, relaying the command to the Dongfeng Security personnel who had accompanied them, as well as the group of mercenaries.

The employees of Dongfeng Security all knew the rules: a reward of $100,000 for killing someone, and they were all immediately excited.

Those mercenaries didn't know this rule, so when they found out, they were even more excited than the Dongfeng Security employees.

This is also normal.

Mercenaries work for money.

Now, is there a $100,000 reward for killing someone?

That's $100,000!

Don't you fucking try and take it from me!

All the money belongs to my father.

on the deck.

Ding Ze took out a cigarette, lit another one, and smiled at Gretchen. "The yacht is right next to us. If you want to go back first, you can. You should be able to sail it."

Gretchen was somewhat surprised; she hadn't expected Ding Ze to say that. Immediately, her appreciation for Ding Ze naturally increased even further.

Then, after a little thought.

"I heard that the rule of Dongfeng Security is that you get a $100,000 reward for killing an enemy during an operation?" Gretchen asked with a smile.

Ding Ze nodded. "There is such a rule."

"Then I'll stay and kill some people, and I'll get paid too?" Gretchen asked with a smile.

Ding Ze nodded again, "Of course, just go to any of my employees in the cabin and get the equipment."

Gretchen, being a soldier, had no habit of rambling. Without further ado, he turned and left decisively.

Ding Ze walked up to the railing, smiling as he faced the sea.