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

This is a test!

'If we don't go, we'll have no future!'

Isabella muttered to herself, and the next second, she gritted her teeth and made a decision.

Scared!

At most, she'd just get arrested; would that general really pull out a gun and kill her?

Having made her decision, Isabella didn't hesitate and nodded to Mickey, "Okay, I'll go. But there's one problem: do we really have to make that kind of threat? Once that threat is made, who knows what will happen next? After all, it's the military."

Mickey chuckled and exhaled a puff of smoke. "That's what the boss said... As for the military, Dongfeng Security's troops are in the air and will arrive soon."

"That bunch of trash outside doesn't even deserve to be called an army!"

Mickey has lived in Guadalajara for quite some time and knows Mexican police officers and soldiers very well.

In Mickey's opinion, Mexico is really not worth mentioning.

Isabella gave a wry smile.

What can I say?

There is nothing more to say.

Isabella straightened her clothes, lifted her foot, and walked out of the hotel with her head held high.

As soon as she stepped out of the hotel, a group of soldiers immediately surrounded her, pointing their dark gun barrels at Isabella.

Faced with those gun barrels, Isabella felt slightly flustered. She took a deep breath silently, forced herself to calm down, and spoke, "In order to reduce unnecessary casualties, my boss asked me to come and talk to your general."

soon.

Isabella was brought before the general, and negotiations began.

**************

In the restaurant on the third floor of the InterContinental Hotel.

Ding Ze, with a cigarette dangling from his lips, called Ida Hassan and ordered him to immediately launch a massive attack on the Mexican government's network and media, creating chaos in Mexico—the more chaos, the better.

Mexico is a country riddled with holes and vulnerabilities, making this kind of thing very easy to accomplish.

Ida Hassan smiled confidently, "Boss, just you wait, he'll be here soon."

The phone hangs up.

Janet immediately understood the meaning behind Ding Ze's actions, her brow furrowing slightly. "Don't you think that general outside would agree to a retreat?"

Ding Ze smiled and shook his head, "You can't say that entirely. The general's mission in Guadalajara was to capture Rafi and rescue the education director's daughter. Other matters were outside his scope of mission. He could ignore them or find a reason to get involved."

"That depends on him."

Janet gave a helpless smile.

This trip here has caused quite a stir.

Ugh.

At this moment, Scarlett, who had been looking like she'd lost her soul for a while, suddenly took a deep breath, winked at Ding Ze, and spoke in an incredibly complicated tone, "Mr. Ding, am I really not dreaming?"

Hey, he can talk now, that's a good sign.

Ding Ze grinned, "You can also interpret it as a dream, or as watching a play... It was quite a show, wasn't it?"

Scarlett really didn't know how to comment on that.

So many people died, and the result was... well, spectacular?

"Mr. Ding, is this your daily life?" Scarlett blinked again and asked.

Ding Ze smiled and shook his head, "Not exactly, but close. It happens occasionally when I'm overseas."

Scarlett chuckled. "I need to have a drink, or my head will explode."

As she spoke, Scarlett slowly stood up and asked Janet, "Janet, would you like something to drink?"

Janet smiled. "Let's see if we have any red wine."

The words had barely left his mouth.

Mickey returned hurriedly. "Boss, Isabella has been detained. The general wants us to hand over Raphael and that woman first, and then we can talk."

Ding Ze wasn't surprised. "Haha, poor Isabella, is she panicking?"

Mickey was already used to Ding Ze's quirky remarks and shook his head. "Fortunately, he didn't seem too scared."

“Okay,” Ding Ze responded and stood up. “Alright, let’s send Rafi out first.”

After saying that, Ding Ze instructed Janet, "You two should stay here."

Janet laughed and said playfully, "I feel like I've become a prisoner."

"Don't like being a prisoner? Then be the bait! It's been a while since you've been bait. How about you go and lure that general in?" Ding Ze joked.

"Get lost!" Janet snapped irritably.

Ding Ze laughed heartily, said nothing more, and left the restaurant with Mickey, going downstairs.

Upon reaching the first floor, they found Raphael, who was in a vegetative state.

“Go to the kitchen and get some tools, I’ll take him down,” Ding Ze said to Mickey, taking the cigarette out of his mouth.

“…” Mickey was speechless for a moment, then instinctively thought of the scene of Ding Ze chopping meat paste in the past. To be honest, although he could get used to it, he still felt nauseous. “An axe?”

Upon hearing this, Ding Ze immediately realized that Mickey had misunderstood, so he shook his head with a smile and said, "This time, we won't chop the meat into mince, we'll just separate it. We'll use two knives that can chop bones."

The voice reached my ears.

Mickey immediately breathed a sigh of relief. "Okay."

Soon.

The knife is here.

Ding Ze weighed it for a few moments, then revealed a bright smile. He then personally took action and brought the knife down with a swift motion.

Cough, cough, cough~~

Blood splattered...

Don't forget, Raphael is not dead, he is still alive, and he is perfectly conscious and can perceive what is happening.

God knows what Raphael was screaming inside.

Fortunately, this situation did not last long.

Within seconds, Rafik was in so much pain that he lost consciousness.

Ding Ze continued.

One sword, two swords, three swords...

The group of bosses watching couldn't help but feel terrified, unconsciously putting themselves in the shoes of the characters, and then a chill ran down their spines.

Chapter 245 Let's have a civil war then! Prepare for war!

InterContinental Hotel, Guadalajara. (-_-) (-_-)

Ding Ze worked diligently, his knife flashing, one stroke, two strokes, three strokes.

To be honest, doing this kind of work is quite enjoyable, just like farming, where you reap what you sow.

Ok.

Perhaps that's not entirely accurate, but anyway, it was quite fun.

unconsciously.

Comrade Raphael has been separated, all done.

Ding Ze stood up, lit another cigarette, and smiled at Amado, whose expression remained unchanged. "Isabella has been detained. Now it's your turn. Go, deliver Rafi to that general, and tell him he has an hour and a half to retreat."

Compared to Isabella, Amado was much calmer and more composed.

Even though Isabella had just been detained, Amado nodded in agreement without hesitation, "Okay."

He responded, lit a cigarette, and without wasting any time, Amado immediately picked up Rafi's arm and leg and walked outside.

It didn't take too long.

Outside the InterContinental Hotel.

On the ground in front of the general leading the group, Raphael, composed of pieces of limbs, lay quietly.

Amado, who had just put Rafi's head down, took the cigarette out of his mouth, exhaled a puff of smoke, and smiled at the general. "General, I think you're a smart man."

As he spoke, Raffi glanced at the daughter of the education bureau chief who had been brought in a few minutes earlier, and continued, "What happened at the hotel is beyond your control."

"Let's go, otherwise Mexico will be engulfed in a full-blown civil war today."

"War is driven by money, General. Do you think the Mexican government has more money, or do we?"

Upon hearing this, the general's forehead veins throbbed.

A mere book vendor is so arrogant, daring to threaten to start a civil war!