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

But in reality, it's very short.

After all, it would take these enemy soldiers quite a while just to get so many people off this cargo ship and back to the luxury yachts next to it.

Besides, once back on the luxury yacht, we'll still have to set sail...

In short, ten minutes is actually quite a stretch.

But it is also a hope for survival.

Not long after.

With a cigarette dangling from his lips, Ding Ze, armed with a sniper rifle and bullets, headed straight for the highest point on the cargo ship, lay down, and waited for the agreed-upon ten-minute time limit to expire.

unconsciously.

It will be over in ten minutes.

Ding Ze wasted no time, raised his gun, aimed at the furthest luxury yacht, and pulled the trigger.

Bang bang bang bang bang.

Ding Ze aimed at the yacht's fuel tank and kept pulling the trigger, hitting the target every time.

suddenly.

Bang!

The luxury yacht's fuel tank was punctured, and the yacht exploded.

Having dealt with a batch, Ding Ze wasted no time and continued using the same method, locking onto another target. (End of Chapter)

Chapter 221 Recruiting, Don't Lie to Me

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Amidst the continuous gunfire, time flew by.

Several luxury yachts exploded, killing a small portion of the hundreds of soldiers instantly. The rest were either blown into the sea or cleverly jumped in and swam desperately to escape.

Ding Ze remained prone, and upon seeing this scene, he temporarily released the trigger, took out a cigarette, lit it, took a deep drag, and then pulled the trigger again, taking down the guys swimming in the sea one by one.

See this.

Gretchen, standing on the deck, was genuinely terrified!

Gretchen had been on the battlefield, more than once, and had witnessed many horrific scenes and killed many people with his own hands.

But at this moment, in this situation, watching Ding Ze calmly slaughter those people, I still couldn't help but tremble with fear, thinking that Ding Ze, this madman, was really too terrifying!

On one hand, their marksmanship is terrifying!

On the other hand, when it comes to killing, he does it as calmly as drinking water or smoking.

That's insane, a complete and utter madman.

Gretchen couldn't help but think to herself.

Time passes quickly.

The massacre is over.

Ding Ze put away his gun, stood up, and smiled as always. He strolled back to the deck, walked over to the three wealthy men kneeling on the ground, their faces pale and their bodies trembling, and grinned.

"I must state first that I really didn't intend to cause you any trouble at first; you came to me on your own initiative."

"Now, I'll only say this once: each of you three pay me one billion US dollars, and you'll live. Otherwise, I'll start by cutting you apart, one finger at a time."

"Did you hear that clearly?"

That's damn clear.

This is not.

One of the wealthy people was so scared that he wet himself and couldn't stop.

Even so, the wealthy man quickly nodded in agreement.

"I'll pay, I'll pay."

"One billion US dollars, I'll transfer it to you right away!"

"I'll pay, please spare my life!"

Upon hearing these words, Ding Ze smiled broadly.

How great.

It only took a little time and effort, but they still managed to get three billion US dollars back. In that case, the nuclear submarine was practically free.

Free things are great.

Ding Ze didn't waste any time or say much; he quickly provided an account.

The three wealthy men made phone calls one after another.

About thirty minutes.

Abruzzi called to say that the three billion US dollars had all been received.

Ding Ze grinned and, without lingering, gestured for his men to leave, saying, "Alright, take the three of them with you; we're going to collect the goods."

The attack submarine is not far from here.

Ding Ze and the others all transferred to the yacht. After sailing for about twenty minutes, the yacht arrived at the coordinates of the nuclear submarine.

Immediately, Ding Ze took out his satellite phone and dialed the number on the paper.

The call was answered quickly.

The person who answered the phone had already received instructions, so shortly after confirming the secret order, he directed the crew to surface the nuclear submarine.

Before long, the enormous, truly magnificent nuclear submarine came into view of Ding Ze and the others.

Following that, several crew members emerged from the nuclear submarine's lookout tower and formally met with Ding Ze.

Naturally, Ding Ze, who had received such a large toy and really liked it, had to go inside and take a look.

Ding Ze did indeed do that.

After a little fuss, Ding Ze, along with Gretchen and some staff, successfully entered the nuclear submarine.

The interior of a nuclear submarine is actually very cramped, with very limited space for movement.

Fortunately, Ding Ze doesn't have claustrophobia; otherwise, being in such a place would be truly torturous.

Led by the captain, Ding Ze and his group took a brief tour before entering the key area, the missile room.

The missile room was very empty, containing only a few torpedoes and no other missiles.

It looks really shabby.

Ding Ze then asked Gretchen, "You say you can get your hands on missiles?"

This was Gretchen's first time entering a nuclear submarine, and she was quite impressed by what she saw. Her attention was completely drawn to the scene inside the submarine. She only came back to her senses when she heard Ding Ze's words, and then nodded, "Okay."

"Then I'll leave it to you. Get me a warehouse full of missiles that can be used on this nuclear submarine," Ding Ze said with a smile.

"..." Gretchen was slightly speechless. "A warehouse full of missiles? Where are you going to put them? Miami?"

Ding Ze smiled and nodded, "Of course, where else could we put it?"

Gretchen: "...The American government will not allow you to do such a thing."

“We’ll do it discreetly, it’s fine, don’t worry,” Ding Ze said with a smile without hesitation. “You just need to contact the seller, I’ll handle the rest.”

What more can be said after all this?

Gretchen had no choice but to nod and agree.

Soon, led by the captain, the group went to the bridge, and then the captain summoned all the crew members through the internal loudspeaker.

Some of the crew members had seen Ding Ze's face on television or online and immediately recognized him. Knowing that the new boss was Ding Ze, they couldn't contain their excitement.

Ding Ze silently sized up the crew members several times.

Ding Ze had already made plans regarding how to deal with the crew members.

He tended to use sweet talk to keep these crew members around.

Of course, if these crew members don't cooperate, have ulterior motives, or if sweet talk doesn't work, then they'll all have to be killed.

With this in mind, and seeing that all the crew members had arrived, Ding Ze didn't waste any time and immediately said with a smile, "Hello everyone, I'm Ding Ze, from America. I wonder if you've heard of me before?"

Those crew members who had heard of it responded to these words.

"I am honored, but since some people don't know who I am, it is still necessary for me to introduce myself."

“My name is Ding Ze. I have a company called Dongfeng Security in Miami, USA. Besides Dongfeng Security, I also have some other random companies all over the United States.”

"Dongfeng Security currently has more than 5,000 employees, and the number is still increasing."

"Most of our employees are based in Miami, with a smaller number stationed in branches across the United States and overseas..."

"Dongfeng Security currently has over 160 billion US dollars in cash, and this number continues to increase due to the success of its business."

"Then, speaking of me, I have two nicknames, one is called the murderer Ding Ze, and the other is called the madman Ding Ze."