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

There's nothing much to do in this city anymore, I'll leave soon.

However, before leaving, I need to meet with Reddington and hand over the fulcrum to him.

After washing up, Ding Ze made a call to Reddington, "Mr. Reddington, let's meet. I'll give you the fulcrum, and then I'll go play somewhere else."

"Oh, right, bring Liz along. I put something inside her, and it's time to take it back."

Reddington had been busy all night, barely sleeping, and upon hearing this, he immediately jolted awake, realizing his suspicions had come true. His nerves were on edge. "Okay, time and place."

“An hour later, across from the White House… Mr. Reddington, don’t let Liz know you brought her to see me. She’s stupid, and if she causes any more trouble, don’t blame me.”

Reddington genuinely disliked Ding Ze's comments about Liz, but unfortunately, he had no choice but to endure it. "Fine! I promise there won't be any trouble!"

Time passes quickly.

About an hour later, Ding Ze, now with a different face, strolled alone to the square directly opposite the White House, just like an ordinary tourist, looking around and waiting for Reddington and Liz.

We walked for about fifteen minutes.

Ding Ze saw the idiot Liz, as well as Reddington and Dunby.

When Ding Ze's gaze fell on Liz's face, he thought it was probably due to preconceived notions; no matter how he looked at it, that face just looked incredibly stupid.

Ugh.

Why did they have to choose such an idiotic female lead for such a good drama?

Ding Ze sighed and walked over naturally and leisurely.

Walking up to Deng Bi, Ding Ze smiled and said, "Hello, Deng Bi, we meet again."

The words came out.

Dunby, Reddington, and Liz all stopped in their tracks and turned to look at Ding Ze.

next moment.

Although Liz didn't recognize Ding Ze's face, she recognized his voice, so naturally, she was shocked and exclaimed, "Ding Ze!!!"

Look at her, what an idiot she is!

Ding Ze smiled and said to Reddington, "You see, you don't like what I'm saying, but it's the truth."

After saying that, Ding Ze looked at Liz again, "Elizabeth, do you want to shout louder?"

Hearing this and seeing the smile on Ding Ze's face, Liz felt a growing sense of fear. In no time, she was so terrified that she couldn't utter a single word.

“Liz, please don’t talk nonsense,” Reddington knew that Liz was stupid, but he just didn’t want to admit it, so he decisively reminded her.

At this moment, Liz's face turned somewhat pale.

Reddington sensed this and felt a pang of sympathy, but said nothing, turning instead to Ding Ze, "Mr. Ding, the fulcrum?"

Ding Ze laughed, "No rush, let's take a stroll first. I haven't been here for a while, and I miss it a bit."

Reddington doesn't miss this place.

In fact, unlike Ding Ze who wears a mask, Reddington faces extremely high risks when wandering around here.

The problem is, there's no way to refuse.

Reddington had no choice but to agree and stroll around with him. "You used to come here often?"

Ding Ze smiled and nodded, "I don't come here often, just occasionally. Basically, every time I come, it's for work."

As soon as he finished speaking, Ding Ze immediately added in a relaxed tone, "It's funny, to this day, I've never even been inside the White House. I've only fired a few shots at the White House from the outside and casually killed a few big shots inside."

"Mr. Reddington, have you ever been inside the White House?"

I heard those words clearly.

Reddington and Dunby didn't react much.

Liz, on the other hand, was stunned. She felt as if she had been struck by lightning, and a chill ran through her body.

Are you kidding me?

How many shots were fired at the White House?

Did they also kill several important figures inside?

In that instant, those past cases involving the White House flashed vividly into Liz's mind.

Liz then realized that it was all the work of Ding Ze, that mad killer.

Damn it!

'We must catch this madman!' Immediately, this thought surged up.

At this moment, Reddington nodded to Ding Ze, "I've been inside, only once, just for a visit."

Ding Ze smiled and said, "It seems I'll have to find an opportunity to visit it sometime, otherwise it would be a real shame."

Reddington couldn't stand Ding Ze's madness and didn't comment or say anything.

Ding Ze didn't mind and spoke again, asking, "Mr. Reddington, I have a question I'd like to ask you."

“You say,” Reddington replied.

"Assuming there's an inside agent, how large a force and how strong a firepower do you think it would take to break through that white house?" Ding Ze asked with a smile.

Reddington: "???"

The idiot Liz couldn't take it anymore and spoke up, "You can't escape, we will definitely catch you!! You will be sentenced to death!"

Ding Ze laughed heartily. "Haha, Elizabeth, I might indeed be sentenced to death, but if you continue to talk to me like this, I can guarantee you won't see that day; you'll die before me."

Liz: "..."

“Liz, don’t speak,” Reddington immediately stopped her again, then, annoyed, said to Ding Ze, “Mr. Ding, don’t threaten her. She’s just young and naive.”

“That’s true,” Ding Ze replied with a smile, then glanced at his watch. “I’ll walk for another five minutes, then I should leave.” (End of Chapter)

Chapter 325 Arrival in Texas

Washington.

The plaza directly opposite the White House.

Ding Ze and Reddington discussed the possibility of storming the White House by force.

Reddington was quite familiar with the various political forces in Washington, and he actually came up with a well-reasoned and evidence-based solution.

This plan involved all aspects of Washington, and Reddington considered it very thoroughly.

"The difficulty lies not in getting in, but in getting out," Reddington said earnestly at the end. "The fact is, almost no one can get out of the White House alive."

Ding Ze nodded in agreement, "Mr. Reddington is indeed a professional; I've learned a lot today."

After saying that, Ding Ze checked the time again.

It's been about five minutes.

“Okay, I’ll go back and study it in more detail, and make the evacuation plan better,” Ding Ze said deliberately, trying to provoke him.

Hear this.

as predicted.

Reddington's expression changed drastically: "???"

Liz, the idiot, was so horrified that her eyes almost popped out of their sockets; she couldn't believe her ears. "???"

Ding Ze was satisfied with their reactions. He grinned and, without further ado, quickly pulled the fulcrum out of his pocket and handed it to Reddington. "Alright, it's time. Here's the fulcrum. I should go now."

Reddington snapped out of his daze, immediately took over the reins, and asked again, "What's inside Liz's body?"

Ding Ze had already started walking forward when he heard this. Without turning his head, he said, "It's out. See you next time."

Reddington blinked, completely baffled as to how Ding Ze had managed it. He had been watching intently the whole time, without letting his guard down for a second, yet he hadn't seen a thing.

Given this, Reddington couldn't help but suspect that Ding Ze hadn't actually removed the Gu worm from Liz's body.

Reddington was right.

Ding Ze did not take it.

Why take it?

If I'm ever in a bad mood, I'll kill that idiot Liz again.

Ding Ze left the square with a smile and got into the car.

Just then, Pablo called.

Hearing Pablo's voice, Ding Ze couldn't help but feel a little emotional, as it had been a long time since he had heard it. He greeted him with a smile, "Hello, Pablo, it's been a long time. How have you been?"

Pablo is doing very well; he has already built an underground megafactory in Guadalajara over this period of time.

Hundreds of people work around the clock in that super factory, producing astonishing output every day, and the profits they bring back are also astonishing.

In fact.

If Pablo's gigafactory were to go public, it would undoubtedly become the world's most valuable company.

“That’s fine,” Pablo replied. “I called you to talk to you about things in Colombia.”