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

The person in charge smiled and didn't say anything. He took out the Sera and put it in his pocket. Then he smiled at Lincoln and nodded. "Yes, we did have an agreement, but I remember it very clearly. The agreement was that you would cooperate obediently and get the Sera for the boss!"

"It doesn't include attempts to sabotage things or harm the boss, does it?"

Lincoln knew that Michael did indeed want to sabotage Sera, but he absolutely could not admit it at this time, otherwise all three of them would be doomed.

“You’ve got it wrong! Michael didn’t intend to do anything! And he didn’t do anything!” Lincoln yelled.

The person in charge found it too noisy, "Alright, stop yelling, I didn't say I was going to kill you."

"Actually, I can reveal that the boss has prepared a big gift for you."

"Well then, let's go, it's time to see the boss."

The person in charge chuckled for a while, then took out a walkie-talkie and reported, "Boss, we've succeeded in capturing Sera. We're heading back to the ground now."

"Okay," Ding Ze smiled brightly. (End of Chapter)

Chapter 294 Success is assured, a great gift awaits you.

Los Angeles. (69shux.c)

'Finally done,' Gretchen breathed a silent sigh of relief, feeling much lighter. Then, she lit a cigarette, took the lead, and headed back the way she came.

With things having come to this point, General Granz had no choice but to sigh and obediently follow.

Michael and the other two were already handcuffed and, under the watchful eyes of Dongfeng Security employees, walked at the very back with extremely mixed feelings.

at the same time.

On the ground, Ding Ze, with a cigarette dangling from his lips, stood up and smiled at Janet, saying, "It's basically over. Let's go outside and wait."

Upon hearing this, Janet immediately felt relieved, smiled and nodded, took Ding Ze's arm, and walked outside.

Ding Ze didn't sit still. He picked up the walkie-talkie and notified the employees who were still on the third floor of the company headquarters building, instructing them to leave the building again.

Time flies.

About ten minutes later.

Gretchen appeared before Ding Ze with General Granz and his men.

Ding Ze exhaled a puff of smoke and greeted him, "General Granz, good evening."

General Granz glanced at the scene of corpses strewn across the field and blood flowing like a river behind Ding Ze. To be honest, even though he was a man of many experiences and had weathered many storms, he still felt a little creeped out at this moment.

"Good evening," General Granz said, though he was still uneasy. He was a big shot and a real general. The composure he had cultivated over the years was still there. He replied with a humble and respectful attitude and then asked, "You've caused such a commotion. How do you plan to clean up this mess?"

Ding Ze smiled brightly and shook his head simply, "I never intended to end this. Let the government handle this matter; I have no interest in dealing with it."

General Granz: "..."

The company has always operated in seclusion, remaining largely unknown and operating in the shadows.

Ding Ze's style of openly leaving behind a pile of corpses and not caring about anything is completely opposite to the company's style.

General Granz was getting impatient. After hesitating for a moment, he swallowed the words he wanted to say and asked again, "So what do we do now?"

“Now,” Ding Ze grinned, then asked one of the leaders standing next to Michael and the other two, “Sylla.”

Without hesitation, the person in charge immediately took out Sila from his bag and handed it to Ding Ze.

Ding Ze took it, weighed it a few times, and then carefully examined it to make sure that Sira was intact. He then handed Sira back to General Granz, saying, "General, now you can begin the relocation work."

“I have a ship waiting in the harbor. Before dawn, I want you to take the people you need to take and board that ship to Miami.”

General Granz was genuinely surprised. He never expected that Ding Ze, after causing such a commotion and killing so many people, would actually return Sira...

To be honest, General Granz couldn't help but admire this kind of courage.

The next second, General Granz blinked, took Sera, and couldn't help but ask, "Aren't you worried I'll go back on my word? The company's strength is far more terrifying than you imagine."

"You caught me off guard tonight, and now you've given me so much time. If I back out now, you'll all be dead in Los Angeles."

Ding Ze smiled and said, "Syra means little to me, and as for your threat... it's irrelevant."

"In fact, I would welcome you to try going back on your word and send people to hunt us down."

"But I have to make it clear to you, this is a road of no return."

“If you change your mind, we won’t be talking amicably anymore. I’ll chop you and your daughter into mincemeat and feed them to the dogs.”

"You may have heard that I quite enjoy chopping people into mincemeat; I find it particularly relaxing to do that."

General Granz: "..."

This complete madman!!!

Granz was really scared!

Gretchen was next to her.

Granz blinked a few more times, then gritted his teeth and nodded. "I will board the ship before dawn."

“Okay, it’s a pleasure to work with you,” Ding Ze said, extending his hand.

General Granz shook hands with Ding Ze, then, without saying a word, strode towards the Commany building with several bodyguards.

Ding Ze glanced at it with a smile, then lit another cigarette, took a deep drag, and smiled at Gretchen, "Gretchen, well done."

Gretchen sensed that Ding Ze was acting strangely and didn't know what he was up to, so she remained silent and simply nodded in response.

"Can I ask you a question?" Ding Zezhen was quite curious and wanted to ask.

“You ask,” Gretchen replied.

"You've been to many places and hired a lot of people to come to Los Angeles over the past two days. What are you trying to do? You're not planning to target me, are you?" Ding Ze asked with a smile.

hum.

Gretchen's heart tightened, and she shook her head without hesitation in denying it. "No, it was purely as a precaution, just to protect myself... You sent someone to follow me?"

Upon hearing this, Ding Ze simply shook his head. "I'm very busy and don't have the energy to do this kind of thing. Among the people you hired, quite a few have tried to contact Dongfeng Security and sell you out, hoping to curry favor with Dongfeng Security in the process."

Gretchen: "..."

This is crazy.

They took my money, then turned around and sold me out!

Screw it.

Gretchen was clearly annoyed, and her displeasure was evident on her face.

Ding Ze watched with great amusement and then said, "Don't even think about taking revenge on them. I don't like traitors, and I've already sent them all to meet God."

Gretchen felt genuinely pleased upon hearing this, and said, "Thank you."

Ding Ze exhaled a puff of smoke and didn't pursue the matter any further. "Alright, let's get down to business. Michael, Lincoln, Sucre, you three come here."

After saying that, Ding Ze turned to one of the managers next to him and said, "Go and bring that old woman we brought."

"Okay," the person in charge said and quickly left.

Ding Ze smiled at Michael and the other two again, "Michael, I've prepared a big gift for you. I think you'll definitely like it."

Michael, that sanctimonious hypocrite, truly hates Ding Ze to the core, wishing he could rush up and trade his life for Ding Ze's...

There is no other reason.

Ding Ze, that murderer, killed so many people!

There are so many people!

Ding Ze shouldn't be alive; he should go to hell immediately!

Out of anger, Michael didn't say a word, but glared at Ding Ze with eyes blazing with fury, even as he knelt on the ground.

That's quite an intimidating sight.

Ding Ze couldn't help but chuckle. He then took out a cigarette and offered one to Lincoln, saying, "Lincoln, I also have a gift for you."

"You and Michael aren't blood brothers, you know that? You're adopted."

hum.

Hear this.

Both Lincoln and Michael were immediately taken aback!

next second.

"You're talking nonsense!" Michael shouted angrily, not believing it.

Chapter 295 Returning to Fox River Prison

Los Angeles.?? ??

Ding Zezhen found Comrade Michael, the self-righteous hypocrite, quite amusing. Even after being shot, he was still kneeling on the ground, yet his mouth remained so defiant, as if he possessed immortality. How hilarious!

"Haha, don't worry, once the gift arrives, you'll know whether I was just talking nonsense or not," Ding Ze replied with a laugh.

"What gift?" Michael was furious and immediately demanded.

Ding Ze didn't reply, but turned his head to look at the car.