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

"How are we supposed to copy seven cards from seven big shots?" Lincoln thought it was absurd. "People like us probably couldn't even do that by just getting close to those big shots."

“I will have my employees make a few remote copiers for you. With those copiers, you won’t need to get close to those big shots; you’ll only need to stay within a certain range of them,” Ding Ze replied.

Michael still felt something was wrong. "You could have done this yourself, so what exactly is your purpose?"

Ding Ze smiled at Michael, "It's simple, I like watching you guys work hard, it's very interesting."

What nonsense is this?

Michael was so angry that his forehead nerves twitched. (End of Chapter)

Chapter 272 Sera, Laying Out the Company

Ding Ze genuinely enjoyed this reaction of others disliking him but being unable to do anything about it.

So funny.

“Haha,” Ding Ze laughed heartily, and after finishing, he continued, “Alright, let’s move on. I will provide you with information about those seven important figures as soon as possible.”

"Also, there's something else that might happen."

“There are people in the Department of Homeland Security who think that companies are a cancer and have been trying to eradicate them, at least on the surface.”

“One of them might come to you next and threaten you into helping him steal that memory.”

"By the way, he called that memory device Syrah."

“You can rest for a few days and see if this happens. If it does, you can cooperate with them and then call me. I will rescue you at the right time.”

Ding Ze said in one breath, "Well then, I've said what I needed to say."

As he spoke, Ding Ze turned to Sucre and said, "Sucre, write down my number."

Upon hearing this, Sucre immediately took out his phone.

Ding Ze recited the number, then stood up and turned to Michael, saying, "Michael, after contacting the Department of Homeland Security, I believe you will grow a lot and realize that when it comes to evil, I am nothing."

"Haha, they're gone."

Ding Ze left without warning.

Michael and his two companions were completely bewildered, unable to understand what Ding Ze was referring to at the end.

Ding Ze left the house without looking back, taking one of the employees in charge of surveillance with him, and headed straight for the building next to the company building where the company with the secret passage was located.

The building belongs to a large local family in Los Angeles.

This large family very cleverly sided with Dongfeng Security last time.

Ding Ze lit a cigarette, called Abruzzi, got the phone number of the head of the large family, and then dialed it.

"Hello, I'm Ding Ze. I'm currently at the XX Building. I heard this building belongs to your family. Could you come over and do me a small favor?" Ding Ze said with a smile.

On the other side of the phone.

Upon hearing these words, Hansen-Sciss, the patriarch of the Sciss family, felt a chill run down his spine.

no way.

The person on the other side is Ding Ze, the serial killer;

This is outrageous! Going to meet with the serial killer Ding Ze? He's going to die!

Hansen-Scoos knew perfectly well what Ding Ze had done in Mexico recently... but that wasn't the point. The point was that so many people died overnight in Los Angeles, so many families were wiped out just like that...

Hansen-Skess was very flustered and really wanted to refuse.

Unfortunately, I really don't dare.

If I refuse, I'll almost certainly die.

Go there; there's a chance you might survive.

"Yes, Mr. Ding, I'll be right there!" Hansen--Skes replied, his forehead beaded with cold sweat.

"Thank you, please hurry, I have to catch my flight," Ding Ze said with a smile.

“Okay, okay,” Hansen-Skes responded quickly.

call ended.

Hansen-Sikes didn't dare to delay for a moment. He immediately found his most capable bodyguards and quickly got into his car, heading to Ding Ze's location.

About half an hour later.

In the waiting area of ​​the building's lobby, Hansen-Skes, accompanied by bodyguards, approached Ding Ze with trepidation at his invitation. He dared not ask any questions about Ding Ze's appearance, and only greeted him in a slightly trembling voice, "Good evening, Mr. Ding."

“Good evening, Mr. Scors,” Ding Ze smiled. “It’s so late, I won’t take up any more of your time. I’d like to rent the fifteenth floor of this building for six months. As far as I know, there’s a company there right now. Can we get rid of them immediately?”

Hear the words.

Hansen-Skes blinked, somewhat incredulous.

That's it?

Is it really such a small matter?

I was terrified, and this is what happened?

Hansen-Skess was stunned for a few seconds, then quickly came to his senses, silently breathed a sigh of relief, and immediately nodded, "Yes, Mr. Ding, right away, no problem at all!"

After saying that, Hansen-Skes turned to the bodyguard closest to him and gave him a series of orders.

Ding Ze waited quietly with a cigarette in his mouth. Only after the bodyguard went to make a phone call did he speak, "Thank you, you've done me a great favor. Let's go up now and move all those things down."

“Okay, okay, no problem,” Hansen-Skes agreed readily, even though it was such a small matter.

Soon, Ding Ze and Hansen-Skes, leading a group of people, entered the elevator.

Before long, the group arrived at the fifteenth floor.

Ding Ze spotted the company from the original drama at a glance and smiled brightly.

The company was deserted; everyone had gone home after get off work.

Hansen-Skes was very proactive and not stupid enough to let Ding Ze, that murderer, move things. As soon as he arrived, he immediately told the bodyguards he brought to smash the glass door and then start moving things.

Ding Ze was relieved to relax and went inside by himself with one of his employees.

Afterwards, Ding Ze strolled to the storage room with the secret passage and lightly stomped his foot on it.

uproar.

The entrance to the secret passage is right under our feet, which is quite interesting.

Ding Ze smiled, too lazy to care, lifted his foot to walk outside, casually found a chair, sat down, and smoked while waiting.

Time flew by, and almost an hour had passed.

Unexpectedly, after taking so much time, Hansen-Skes, who was already in a panic, rushed to Ding Ze and quickly apologized, "I'm sorry, Mr. Ding, my subordinates were working too slowly. I'm really sorry."

Ding Ze smiled faintly, "It's alright, don't be so nervous. I'm actually a very easy person to talk to."

Let whoever wants to believe this nonsense believe it; Hansen-Skess, for one, is absolutely not going to believe it.

But disbelief is one thing, and this attitude must never be shown.

Hansen-Skes hurriedly forced a smile, "Yes, yes, Mr. Ding, is there anything else you need?"

"Have you already reached an agreement with the original tenants here?" Ding Ze asked with a smile.

“It’s all settled, they have no objections and will move to another place. They will definitely not come here again,” Hansen-Skes replied quickly.

"That's great, thank you very much. By the way, how much is it for six months?" Ding Ze asked.

Hansen-Scholes would never dare to accept money...

Taking money from them? That's pure nonsense.

“Mr. Ding, you’re too kind. How could I possibly accept your money? Please use it as you wish. If you need any of this building, I’ll give it to you,” Hansen-Skes said, feeling extremely humbled.

“Haha, Mr. Skos, you’re really funny, I’ll remember you… Well then I won’t pay you, I’m short of money right now,” Ding Ze said with a laugh.

“Okay, okay, Mr. Ding, shall we head out now? You can continue with your work.” Hansen-Skes didn’t want to stay here a moment longer and just wanted to get out of there as soon as possible.

"Okay, let's go. I'll treat you to dinner another time when I'm free," Ding Ze said politely.

"Okay, okay," Hansen-Skes really didn't want to have dinner with Ding Ze—what a load of rubbish!—but he had no choice but to agree. (End of Chapter)

Chapter 273 A Storm Is Coming

Los Angeles.

Hansen-Skess is gone.

Ding Ze, with a cigarette dangling from his lips, looked around the now empty room one last time and called to his employees, "Get some desks and computers ready. You'll be busy here from now on."

"Yes, boss," the employee replied promptly, not daring to utter a word of dissent.

Ding Ze didn't say much and left directly. As he went downstairs, he made a phone call to Ron, who was stationed in Miami, asking Ron to send more employees and more weapons.

You need to have two plans when doing things.

If Michael and his gang ultimately fail to obtain Sera, then they'll skip the effort and just steal her.