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

Look at her, what a clever woman she is.

Ding Ze sighed deeply and grinned, "Gretchen, good luck."

After saying that, Ding Ze hung up the phone.

Toot toot~~~

At that moment, Gretchen couldn't control herself and felt a shiver run through her.

How could things have suddenly turned out this way?

Why did Ding Ze suddenly become indifferent to Whistler's life or death?

Gretchen's thoughts raced wildly, spinning and spinning.

Ding dong.

That bird atlas!

Ding Ze gleaned something from that bird atlas and subsequently decided that Whistler's life or death made no difference.

What the hell is on that bird atlas?

Gretchen had planned to go to Sona prison today to give Whistler the bird atlas, but she didn't have time, and the book is still on her.

Therefore, Gretchen immediately decided not to rush to submit it, but to study it carefully!

"Boss, what should we do?" the driver asked.

Gretchen frowned. "Find him! Follow those helicopters. We have to find Whistler!"

the fact is.

If Whistler were dead today...

Given General Kranz's style, Gretchen must die too!

The subordinate who had been questioning him stopped talking and sped toward the nearest helicopter.

The other people in the car didn't speak either, but focused on listening to the various conversations coming from the military channel, trying to pinpoint Whistler's location.

**********

Sona Prison.

The military's speed wasn't exactly super fast, but it was certainly very fast.

Whistler and other prisoners killed all the prison guards, stole all the military off-road vehicles, and escaped from Sona prison. Less than eight minutes later, an army drove into Sona prison in a grand procession and then stormed into the prison with live ammunition.

soon.

Michael and more than a dozen other prisoners were all brought under control and gathered on the playground.

Apart from Michael, the other prisoners stayed behind because they were afraid to rush out and feared that they would be killed by the military soon after they left.

Michael is different.

After careful consideration, Michael realized that rushing out like that would not end well and that it would be almost impossible to escape Panama, so he decided to stay.

The newly arrived general ignored Michael and the others, glanced at them, and then ordered his men to inspect the entire prison and compile a list of escapees.

The list was released not long after.

The newly arrived general didn't waste any time; he immediately contacted the helicopters via walkie-talkie while leading his team to personally participate in the capture operation.

Michael watched the general and his troop of soldiers gradually disappear into the distance, frowning as he thought of Ding Ze and Whistler.

Michael was incredibly intelligent. After calming down, he deduced that the mysterious sniper who had killed the warden and a bunch of prison guards was Ding Ze.

However, even now, Michael still can't understand why Ding Ze did this.

Michael was very irritable.

This feeling of not being able to understand is very annoying.

***********

This morning, Panama, a city that gathers all sorts of people from all over the world, was bustling with activity.

The Panamanian government deployed more than 500 soldiers and dozens of helicopters in a massive arrest operation.

It didn't take too long.

Some prisoners who escaped from Sona prison without any preparation were either shot dead on the spot, or they were so scared that they knelt down and surrendered, and were obediently captured, or they gritted their teeth and fought with the military, and then died a very tragic death.

In just one hour, half of the escaped prisoners met their end.

The remaining half of the prisoners are still struggling.

Some of the prisoners were lucky enough to escape into the city, where they either hid desperately or took hostages to negotiate with the military.

Ding Ze stood on the hotel rooftop, looking at the increasingly chaotic city, and smiled happily.

How interesting things have come to this point!

Chaos is such an interesting thing.

Ding Ze smiled, turned and left the rooftop, went downstairs back to his room, turned on the TV, and watched the live broadcast.

With such a major event happening in Panama, it's only natural that the media has been mobilized and is reporting on it frantically.

Ding Ze leaned back on the sofa, lit a cigarette, and watched with great enjoyment.

While enjoying himself, he further solidified a plan.

How many prisons are there in the United States?

How many prisons are there in the world?

How interesting it would be if what's happening in Panama were to happen all over the world!

******

Although General Kranz was not in Panama, he naturally received the news immediately since it concerned Whistler.

At this point, General Kranz was getting a little angry because Gretchen hadn't reported back yet, so he had his deputy call Gretchen again.

The call was answered immediately.

“Whistler is still alive, but he was just arrested by the military,” Gretchen said fearfully as soon as the call connected, before Kranz could even ask.

General Kranz's forehead nerve twitched.

This result is hardly satisfactory.

"You mean Whistler is on his way back to Sonner prison?" General Kranz wrote on the paper, and his deputy saw it and asked accordingly.

“Hmm…” Gretchen knew General Kranz very well and had already guessed what General Kranz wanted to do.

"Can you see Whistler?" the deputy asked again.

Gretchen was helpless, but dared not lie, “I can.”

"Move on, take back Whistler!" the deputy said decisively.

“…” Gretchen knew it would turn out this way. “If we act now, Whistler will very likely die.”

"If he's sent back to Sona Prison, he definitely won't get out before the deadline. It's no different from being dead. Make the move!" the deputy said sternly, then hung up the phone.

Toot toot~~~

Gretchen was speechless after being hung up on again.

But what other options are there?

"Move!" The next second, Gretchen immediately picked up the walkie-talkie and gave the order to his men. Then, he took out a pistol from his bag, released the safety, and prepared for battle.

His men acted swiftly as well.

In no time, all the vehicles sped off, heading straight for the two military vehicles in front.

Bang bang bang!

Gunfight breaks out, bullets fly, and smoke fills the air.

The soldiers on the military vehicle never expected that someone would be so audacious as to attack the military like this.

The soldiers were furious.

One second, two seconds, three seconds...

Such a gunfight was destined not to last long.

People kept falling on both sides.

About two minutes later.

The gunfight ended.

All the soldiers were wiped out, and Gretchen's side was reduced to just Gretchen alone.

Gretchen was shot, but not in a vital area, and could still move with difficulty.

Soon, Gretchen gritted her teeth and, with Whistler's remarkable resourcefulness—who had remained lying down unharmed at the start of the gunfight—got into the car and sped away.

Of course, Whistler was driving.

Gretchen, enduring the pain, dared not waste any time and immediately called General Cranz to report the situation: "Whistler is in our hands, everyone is dead, I was shot, and the military will be chasing us soon."