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Chapter 324 I need to find a job at the White House

Washington.

Faced with Ding Ze's words, Reddington was furious, but there was nothing he could do.

What else to do?

Should we eliminate Ding Ze?

To reiterate, if Dingze is killed, Liz will also die, and Reddington cannot bear such an outcome.

Reddington was silent for a moment. Having no other choice, he had to bite the bullet and nod in agreement, "I accept your suggestion."

Upon hearing this, Ding Ze grinned broadly and said, "Thank you."

Before Reddington could ask anything, Ding Ze spoke up again, "Want to know about Berlin? And why did Berlin attack you?"

Reddington clearly wanted to know, and nodded again, "Of course."

Ding Ze didn't mince words and explained with a smile, "Actually, it was all just a misunderstanding..."

Blah blah blah.

Ding Ze spoke for a while.

Reddington listened intently, and after hearing it, he felt it was utterly absurd. At the same time, after a little analysis, he felt it was perfectly reasonable and without any flaws.

So, without further ado, Reddington asked again, "The fulcrum?"

Just then, the waiter brought over dinner.

Ding Ze was indeed a bit hungry, and gave Reddington a faint smile, "Have dinner first, and I'll get it after you finish eating. I'll give it to you tomorrow."

Reddington heard this and blinked.

Reddington is certain that the pivot point is in Lids' hands, so should Dingze go and get it? That would require contacting Lids.

“Why don’t you tell me where the fulcrum is? I can go get it myself,” Reddington suggested, not wanting Ding Ze, this murderer, to have any contact with Liz.

Ding Ze smiled and shook his head, having roughly guessed the reason. "Don't worry, just like I said before, I plan to have a talk with you before killing Liz."

“We’re having a good talk right now. As long as nothing major goes wrong, I won’t kill Liz.”

"Although everyone says I'm crazy, I'm really not that crazy."

Reddington was still uneasy and wanted to insist, but he was worried that doing so would anger Ding Ze and cause Liz to get hurt, so he had no choice but to cooperate obediently, "Okay, I hope you keep your promise."

Ding Ze nodded, "Of course, in our line of work, what do we have if we don't have credibility?"

Reddington nodded in agreement.

Dinner was served quickly, and the two ate and chatted, no longer discussing the Leeds issue, but talking about business.

After we'd eaten most of the food, this meeting came to an end.

"Let's stay in touch, see you tomorrow."

After saying that, Ding Ze got up first and led his employees out. Reddington and Dunby didn't move until Ding Ze and Dunby disappeared from sight, then they took their own steps.

Reddington looked serious, his mood was very complicated, and his mind was racing. As soon as he got into his car, he immediately called Liz to inquire about the test results.

Liz was still in the hospital. After hearing Reddington's question, she could only shake her head. "We've done almost all the tests we could, and there's nothing there. Are you sure Ding Ze put the Gu worms in me and Resler?"

Reddington only suspected that Ding Ze could manipulate Gu worms, but he had never witnessed it with his own eyes, so of course he couldn't be sure. After a brief silence, he said, "I can't be sure, I can only speculate."

After a pause, Reddington added, "You guys finish the rest of the tests, I'll call you later."

call ended.

Reddington gazed out the window, his expression tense and thoughtful.

After remaining silent until now, Dunby glanced at Reddington and spoke, "Where to?"

Reddington looked at Dunby, “Let’s solve things one by one. First, we need to find someone who understands Gu worms. Ding Ze must have tampered with Liz. Go to the plane.”

Having determined his destination, Deng Bi didn't waste any time and immediately stepped on the gas.

Ding Ze, having eaten and drunk his fill, lit a cigarette and was on his way to Liz's house.

We arrived at the Leeds' house.

Ding Ze looked into the house. There was already light inside. According to the feedback from the Gu worm, Liz was still quite far away and had not returned. In other words, it was Tom in the house.

Ding Ze smiled, got out of the car and walked towards the house. When he got to the door, he raised his hand and knocked.

Because of the face change, Tom saw Ding Ze but didn't recognize him and was a little confused. "Hello, may I ask who you are?"

"Tom, we just talked about this during the day, have you forgotten already?" Ding Ze replied with a smile.

Upon hearing this, Tom immediately realized who was in front of him, and his expression changed drastically, filled with both anger and fear. "I said I need to think about it, and the time isn't up yet."

Ding Ze gently shook his head. "Don't be nervous. Open the door first. I'm just here to pick up something. I'll leave as soon as I'm done."

Tom looked tense, genuinely not wanting Ding Ze to come in, but not daring to refuse. He reluctantly opened the door and tentatively asked, "What do you need?"

"It's not your head," Ding Ze replied with a smile as he stepped into the house.

Tom tensed up at the sound of it, but couldn't laugh, so he had to shut his mouth.

Ding Ze found it amusing, but business was more important, so he didn't tease Tom any further and instead asked, "Liz has some things from her childhood, in a box. Where is the box?"

Tom couldn't understand what Ding Ze wanted, but he didn't dare refuse, so he had no choice but to give an answer.

It won't take a while.

Ding Ze got Liz's half-burnt plush toy, and then, in front of Tom, leisurely disassembled the toy, took out the fulcrum, and threw the plush toy back into the box.

“This little thing,” Ding Ze looked at the fulcrum, shook it at Tom, and said, “if sold to the right person, it could fetch hundreds of millions of dollars.”

"So, in a sense, you two are actually sitting on a mountain of gold, but unfortunately, you don't know it."

Hundreds of millions of US dollars?

This is not a joke.

At this moment, even though Tom did this job because he enjoyed the thrill of being an undercover agent and only knew how to be an undercover agent, and it didn't have much to do with money, he still couldn't help but be greatly surprised.

There's no way around it, that's hundreds of millions of US dollars, that's way too much!

"What is that? Some kind of storage device?" Tom couldn't help but ask, looking at the fulcrum in Ding Ze's hand.

Ding Ze smiled and nodded, "Yes, that's about right."

After saying that, Ding Ze casually stuffed the fulcrum into his pocket. "Alright, I kept my word. Now that I've taken the things, I'm leaving."

Upon hearing this, Tom immediately breathed a silent sigh of relief.

Tom really didn't want to spend even a second longer with Ding Ze, that murderer.

Soon.

Ding Ze walked out of the house, got into the car, lit another cigarette, and found it quite amusing.

After so much time has passed, the FBI has still not launched a citywide search operation to try to capture him.

What is the FBI director thinking?

“Let’s go back to the hotel,” Ding Ze said.

The FBI director's thinking wasn't complicated; it boiled down to one sentence: This is Washington, D.C., and a large-scale, uncontrollable gunfight absolutely cannot occur. Ding Ze must be arrested, but it must be done covertly. We can't make a big fuss before we've identified him, lest Ding Ze go berserk and turn Washington into a battlefield.

In a sense, the FBI is genuinely afraid of Ding Ze.

Time flies.

Thanks to the efforts of the network engineers in Miami and the mask, Ding Ze's whereabouts were not discovered for the time being. He stayed in the hotel peacefully and slept quite soundly that night.

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Before you know it, a new day has arrived.

Ding Ze slept until he naturally woke up as usual. After getting up and calming down, he walked to the window, lit a cigarette, and looked at the White House, which wasn't actually that far away from him from this height.

To be honest, looking at that white house, he really had the urge to lead his men in and storm it, to give America, and even the world, a small shock.

Unfortunately, this can only be an impulse, and it cannot actually be done.

If you really do that, you're really in for a rough time.

Ding Ze shook his head regretfully.

But I didn't think much of it...

Although we can't storm that white house like in movies such as "The Rescue," we can wait until next year, until Liddell-Eton successfully takes over, hehe...

Maybe I should find a job there, work there for a while, and wander around when I have nothing to do.

That would be so interesting.

Imagine that Ding Ze, the notorious serial killer who is famous throughout the United States, actually wanders around the White House every day.

Haha.

Ding Ze thought it was a good idea and grinned.

After letting his mind wander like this for a while, Ding Ze finally stopped thinking after finishing a cigarette. He then looked away and turned to wash up.