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

“Ron,” Abruzzi nodded, his gang leader demeanor clearly evident, and responded calmly. Then, he introduced Ding Ze to Ron and the skinny man, “This is Ding Ze, Mr. Ding, who will be my boss from now on.”

As soon as these words came out.

Ron: "??????"

The skinny guy: "??????"

Abruzzi understood Ron and his companion's shock. "We'll talk about this later. Let's get the plane airborne and leave here first."

Shocked as he was, Ron didn't dare delay. "Okay, what's the destination?"

Abruzzi didn't know either, and asked Ding Ze, "Mr. Ding?"

“Tulle, Utah,” Ding Ze took a drag of his cigarette and chuckled.

Ron paused for a moment.

This is Chicago, which is quite far from Tulle.

Most importantly, their company's business does not involve the city of Thule.

"Mr. Ding, I'm afraid we can't land directly in Tule City. We'll have to choose Salt Lake City, Utah. Is that alright?"

“Okay,” Ding Ze said indifferently.

"Alright, John, Mr. Ding, please be seated. We're about to take off."

Drop this sentence.

Ron didn't say anything more and, together with the skinny guy, quickly climbed into the cockpit.

Not long after.

The plane took off and began a smooth flight towards Salt Lake City.

At this time.

Abruzzi unbuckled his seatbelt, stood up, went to the back of the plane, and brought out two suits and shirts. He handed one of them to Ding Ze, saying, "Mr. Ding, this is roughly what I prepared based on your size. Just wear it for now, and we can buy more when we get there."

"You're so thoughtful," Ding Ze said sincerely as he took the clothes.

A few minutes later.

Ding Ze changed out of his ugly prison uniform and into a clearly expensive suit.

Ron happened to come out, and upon seeing this, he was stunned. It took him several seconds to come to his senses. "Mr. Ding, are you sure you're not a model?"

"Hehe, how about it? Aren't you handsome?" Ding Ze asked shamelessly.

Ron didn't mind Ding Ze's straightforwardness at all, and nodded repeatedly with a smile, "Very handsome!"

"Thank you for the compliment," Ding Ze replied with a smile.

“You’re welcome,” Ron replied, then turned to Abruzzi and said, “John, shall we talk alone?”

"Wait a moment," Abruzzi, who had just changed his clothes, turned to Ding Ze, who had sat back down on the sofa, and asked, "Mr. Ding, would you like something to eat or drink?"

Ding Ze wasn't hungry, but he was indeed a bit thirsty. "Want some drinks? Besides alcohol, do you have anything else?"

Abruzzi did not reply immediately, but looked at Ron.

Ron understood what he meant, "Only purified water is left..."

"Okay," Ding Ze actually wanted to drink some soda, but since it wasn't available, he decided against it.

Abruzzi brought over a few bottles of purified water and placed them on the coffee table in front of Ding Ze. "Mr. Ding, I'll go talk to Ron first."

"Okay, don't worry about me, you guys go about your business."

Abruzzi turned and left, walking with Ron toward the tail of the plane.

Ding Ze leaned back on the luxurious leather sofa, gulped down a bottle of water in one go, let out a burp, and realized that there was nothing to do, so he closed his eyes, rested, and waited for the plane to land.

of course.

He didn't actually sleep.

After all, they were now on Abruzzi's territory, and he didn't entirely trust Abruzzi...

In fact.

'Probably from now on.'

'I guess I can't trust anyone completely anymore.'

Ding Ze thought to himself silently about the path he had chosen.

Chapter 43: The FBI Arrives in Salt Lake City

Tail end.

After sitting down, Ron turned to look at Ding Ze and asked Abruzzi with great confusion, "John, what did you mean by what you said earlier?"

Abruzzi said calmly, “It’s exactly what it sounds like. While I was in prison, he invited me to go to Miami with him, and I accepted.”

"??????" Ron was going crazy. "Just like that?? Miami?? Why??"

“Because he is a very capable and terrifying man,” Abruzzi recalled Ding Ze’s rampage in the infirmary not long ago, and couldn’t help but feel a lingering fear. “And because of him, I have a feeling that in a few years, the whole of America will be ours.”

The voice reached my ears.

Ron's body stiffened, his face and eyes conveying the message, "Are you kidding me?"

"John, did something bad happen to you in prison? Did you hurt your head?" Ron thought for a moment, not daring to be too direct, and asked tactfully.

Abruzzi not only didn't care, but even smiled and said, "You don't know how powerful he is, otherwise you wouldn't think I'm crazy."

"How so?" Ron asked, his curiosity piqued.

“He could just sit there and kill the three of us without moving a finger,” Abruzzi whispered. “Don’t doubt it, I saw it with my own eyes. In the past week or so, he has killed at least a dozen people in Fox River State Penitentiary using some method I simply cannot comprehend.”

“⊙▃⊙!!!” Ron was shocked and subconsciously looked back at Ding Ze again. He really couldn’t connect Ding Ze with the murderer that Abruzzi had mentioned. For a moment, his mind was in a mess.

After a few seconds of confusion, Ron raised his hand to rub his forehead. He didn't doubt the truth of Abruzzi's words, but he still couldn't accept it. "Even so, for people in our line of work, just knowing how to kill isn't enough..."

Abruzzi didn't let Ron finish speaking, shaking his head and smiling, "Ordinary people who can kill are indeed useless. But someone like him is enough."

"Once you calm down and think about it carefully, you'll understand."

Ron didn't say anything, took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, and took a deep drag.

He was capable of being Abruzzi's second-in-command, so he quickly figured it out. "John, you mean he can kill whoever he wants, no matter who it is?"

“Yes,” Abruzzi nodded, “other gang leaders, law enforcement, politicians, even…the president.”

hum.

The word "president" is truly astonishing!

Ron froze.

One second, two seconds, three seconds...

Ron was thrilled, finally understanding Abruzzi's choice, and asked in a trembling voice, "So, kill all the enemies, and America will be ours!"

Abruzzi laughed, “Exactly!”

Ron: "!!!!"

An incredibly glorious future, which he had never imagined, seemed to be laid out before Ron all at once.

Ron had a lot to say, but he couldn't say a word.

For a long time.

"Can he really kill whoever he wants?" Ron finally managed to ask, instinctively wanting to confirm the question.

Abruzzi nodded. "Yes! His methods are beyond imagination!!"

Got a definite answer.

"Good! Good! Good!" Ron said three times in a row. Then, with his hands trembling slightly, he took out a cigarette and lit it. "John, I support you. By the way, why Miami?"

“I don’t know,” Abruzzi replied with a laugh.

Ron: "??? Don't know? Didn't you ask?"

“I didn’t ask,” Abruzzi shook his head. “He’ll tell me when he needs to. You have to understand, even though it was him who extended the invitation, and even though I accepted, I’m not that familiar with him yet… Besides, a man like him can’t possibly trust anyone but himself completely.”

"Let's take our time."

Ron understood the second half of what Abruzzi said.

This is normal.

In this world, which person who rises to a high position would completely trust others? Wouldn't that be courting death?

Ron exhaled a puff of smoke, his smile somewhat complicated. "John, you're taking a gamble."

Abruzzi readily admitted, "Yes."

Ron heard this and knew that Abruzzi had really thought it through and that it wasn't a decision made on a whim. So, he didn't say anything more about it and instead started to analyze the situation.

“John, this might not be easy… We’ve been building our business in Chicago for so many years, and most of our men have families here. If we suddenly ask them to come with us to Miami, some of them will inevitably be unwilling…”

"Furthermore, what about our industries? Some of them can't be moved..."