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

Gretchen immediately breathed a sigh of relief, smiled, took out her satellite phone, and called Ding Ze, "I'll have Ding Ze talk to you."

The call was answered quickly.

“Mr. Ding, the general wants to know what ‘incorporation’ means. Would you like to talk to him about it?” Gretchen cut to the chase without wasting any words.

Upon hearing this, Ding Ze grinned and said, "Okay."

After responding, Ding Ze immediately hung up the phone, then picked up the walkie-talkie and ordered his employees to leave the building and temporarily cease hostilities.

Ding Ze gave the order; who would dare disobey?

In the blink of an eye.

Having already occupied the first floor of the building and about to advance to the second floor, the employees who were cleaning the second floor immediately began to retreat without hesitation.

Ding Ze lit another cigarette, took a puff, and walked out with a smile as he smoked. "General, it's an honor to speak with you for the first time."

General Granz certainly has weaknesses, but he's still incredibly capable. He's not an ordinary person; he won't whine endlessly just because he lost, or say things like he's some kind of Ding Ze.

General Granz had a fairly clear understanding of the rules of this world: a loss is a loss, and whether or not one can win back the loss is another matter. Right now, the important thing is to calmly solve the immediate problem.

“Mr. Ding, I am also honored,” General Granz replied calmly. “If you want to see me, you can come directly to me. There’s no need to make such a fuss.”

"Haha, really? I'll remember that," Ding Ze chuckled. "So, let's get down to business?"

“Okay,” General Granz replied succinctly.

"The company will henceforth belong to Dongfeng Security and will be relocated to Miami. You will retain control of the company. In addition, if you wish, you will become one of Dongfeng Security's vice presidents," Ding Ze stated his terms directly and without beating around the bush.

To be honest, under the current circumstances, this offer is really generous.

“I have a question,” General Granz asked after a brief silence.

“Go ahead and ask,” Ding Ze replied with a smile.

"What exactly do you want?" General Granz asked.

Ding Ze smiled and said, "General, you should know very well that this world is a huge game, and right now, you and I are just characters in this game."

“I don’t want to be a character, I want to own the game.”

As the person in charge of the company, General Granz had a deep understanding of the idea that the world is a game. Therefore, he immediately understood Ding Ze's meaning, and then he completely understood what Ding Ze wanted. He then laughed.

“You want the whole world? You really are a madman!” General Granz said with a laugh.

“Haha, there’s a saying in my hometown: ‘You can’t live without being crazy.’ If I’m not crazy enough, how can I get into this world?” Ding Ze laughed back.

That one sentence immediately made General Granz realize that Ding Ze, this madman, was really just like him.

General Granz was intrigued. "If I accept your offer, how much freedom will I have?" (End of Chapter)

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Chapter 292 Gunshots Ring Out Again, Give It a Spur.

Los Angeles.

Company headquarters.

“90%,” Ding Ze replied with a smile. “In some major events, I will participate and have absolute control.”

General Granz was actually quite satisfied with this answer. After a brief silence, he said, "I'll think about it."

After saying that, General Granz hung up the phone without waiting for Ding Ze to say anything more. He then handed the satellite phone back to Gretchen and took out his own cell phone. "Shall I make a few calls?"

Gretchen roughly knew who General Granz wanted to call, and understood that General Granz still wanted to struggle a bit more, and would not give up until he was completely sure that he had lost.

After a slight hesitation, considering that she was just a working person and there was no need to care so much, Gretchen nodded, "I think Ding Ze shouldn't mind."

General Granz didn't say much, and immediately started making phone calls to ascertain the severity of the situation in Los Angeles. In addition, he planned to contact allies to see if they could salvage the situation if they temporarily agreed to Ding Ze's request...

Gretchen ignored him, lit another cigarette, and quietly waited for Sira's protective shell to be broken.

at the same time.

Michael, the sanctimonious hypocrite with a gloomy face, was also busy, keeping a close eye on Sila. Knowing that Ding Ze wanted Sila, he clearly realized that Sila was the key to taking down Ding Ze. He was thinking rapidly, silently plotting a plan to snatch Sila and take Lincoln and Sucre away alive.

It could be said that in this small room, all the main characters harbored ulterior motives.

ground.

Outside the company headquarters building.

Janet heard General Granz's words clearly, her gaze shifted slightly, and she looked at the company headquarters building again. After hesitating for a few seconds, she couldn't help but ask Ding Ze in a low voice, "That general, is he stalling for time...?"

For Ding Ze, the longer this matter drags on, the worse the situation will become.

After all, Los Angeles is not a small city, but a major city in the United States.

A large-scale gunfight has now erupted in Los Angeles, and not long ago, at least dozens of helicopters were shot down from the sky...

This level of attack is more than sufficient to be classified as a domestic terrorist attack.

In this way, the White House must have already received the news and is certainly discussing countermeasures. Before long, the military will be deployed, as will various three-letter agencies.

Janet didn't doubt Ding Ze's abilities, but she was genuinely worried.

Ding Ze understood and grinned, "Yes, Comrade Granz, he won't give up the struggle until he's sure there's no other way."

“I want him to work for me sincerely, so I have to make him struggle, give him time, and then beat him until he despairs, realizes that this is the situation, that there is no way to turn things around, and finally he will obediently cooperate.”

"For this purpose, even though time is not on our side, we have to wait."

"This effort is insignificant compared to the gains after this is over."

Ding Ze spoke calmly and in one breath.

After listening, Janet realized that Ding Ze had already thought everything through, and she silently breathed a sigh of relief, relaxed, and smiled.

Time passes by second by second.

The fighting in all directions of Los Angeles is not only continuing, but has intensified considerably.

As the mayor issued one order after another, law enforcement forces were frantically retaliating.

More than a dozen gang families were also busy... Once you embark on this path tonight, there is no turning back. You must go all the way to the end, either live or die.

then.

As more and more of his gang members died...

One after another, supply trucks loaded with various types of munitions sped off.

More than a dozen gang families really went all out without holding back.

Screw it!

The worst possible outcome is death.

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By this point in time, there were hardly any ordinary people left on the streets of Los Angeles.

Ordinary people have almost all taken refuge in various buildings, not daring to even breathe loudly.

The members of the small gangs were in a better situation than the ordinary people. Although they were also in hiding, they still had the courage to keep their eyes wide open and closely monitor the developments of the battle in Los Angeles.

"Is that a Stinger RPG?"

"Jesus, how did Ding Ze get his hands on this kind of military weapon?"

"Brother, your information is outdated. I heard that Dongfeng Security has been secretly bribing the White House. I'm afraid half of the big shots in the White House have already been bribed."

"Holly shit! Are you kidding me?!"

"Impossible! If that were true, what would it mean? Would Ding Ze, this murderer, own America in a very short time?"

"Holy crap! My god, this can't happen! Ding Ze loves killing so much, if he had America, he'd definitely start wars everywhere..."

"Hiss... What will happen then? World War III?"

"Wait a minute! I just received news that Ding Ze has appeared, accompanied by a stunningly beautiful woman, outside a building in the city center. Ding Ze personally led his men to surround the building!!"

"?????"

"What does this mean? Is Ding Ze's target that building?"

"My mind is a bit muddled. If Ding Ze's target is that building, then what are these dozen or so families doing?"

"F*** it! I get it, I really get it! The only purpose of these dozen or so families is to prevent law enforcement from going to that building, so that Ding Ze can focus on taking it down!"

"Jesus! What exactly is in that building that would require Ding Ze to make such an extravagant arrangement?"

"Perhaps it's money? An immeasurable amount of money?"