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

Uncle Fried Chicken is a book vendor, and Hank is a DEA agent; the two are true mortal enemies.

Uncle Chicken had to consider the threat Hank posed to him. "Do you know what Ding Ze said to Hank?"

Mike shook his head. "I don't know. It was probably just some ordinary talk, nothing to do with you."

Uncle Fried Chicken didn't hesitate and spoke again, "You said that your men lost track of Ding Ze in the evening."

Mike frowned slightly, waited two seconds, and then spoke, "Yes, speaking of which, I have a suspicion."

“You say,” Uncle Fried Chicken replied readily.

“I suspect that Ding Ze knew all along that my people were following us, but he selectively didn’t shake off the others,” Mike said. “In other words, Ding Ze wanted us to find the Walter and Hank families.”

Uncle Fried Chicken had actually had this suspicion earlier. "If that's the case, then Walter isn't important. What's important is the person Ding Ze met this evening."

Is there any way to find it?

Of course there is a way.

“I can access the road surveillance footage. I know what kind of car he was driving in the evening, and there’s a chance we can find out where he went. However, doing so would be very expensive,” Mike replied.

“It’s okay,” Uncle Fried Chicken said. He didn’t have a lot of money, but he did have a little. It was just a small amount, and he really didn’t care. “Go and do it.”

“Okay,” Mike nodded.

Not long after.

Mike left Uncle Fried Chicken's house.

Uncle Fried Chicken sat alone in the living room, silently pondering, trying to figure out what Ding Ze was doing.

At this moment, Ding Ze and Janet had just arrived in Miami and stepped off the plane.

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Miami.

Although this private airport was right next to Dongfeng Security, Ding Ze still instructed the driver who came to pick him up to drive towards the city center instead of going to Dongfeng Security.

in the car.

Ding Ze took out his phone and called General Granz.

The call was connected.

"General Granz, are you resting?" Ding Ze asked with a smile.

Although General Granz was old, he was very energetic and was not asleep at this time. He was watching TV and following international news at a manor in the city.

The company was destroyed by Ding Ze some time ago.

As the saying goes, the victor is king and the loser is villain; General Granz conceded defeat.

In fact, not only that, after arriving in Miami and joining Dongfeng Security, becoming its second-in-command alongside Abruzzi, he gained a comprehensive understanding of all aspects of Dongfeng Security...

General Granz has actually grown quite fond of this identity.

There is no other reason.

It doesn't matter how much money Dongfeng Security has; General Granz doesn't care.

However, Dongfeng Security has developed to the point where it has established fixed combat teams in more than ten countries and has assisted the DEA in completing dozens of covert operations...

General Granz cared a lot about it and saw great potential in it.

It is like this.

General Granz clearly wanted to make a name for himself here. Hearing Ding Ze's words, he nodded. "You haven't rested yet, Mr. Ding. Is there anything I can help you with?"

"I just got back to Miami and I have a small matter I need to discuss with you in person. Is it convenient for you to come over?" Ding Ze asked politely.

“Yes, I’ll wait for you,” General Granz replied decisively.

"Thank you. In that case, I'll call Gretchen again and ask her to come over too. I need her help with this little thing," Ding Ze said with a smile.

“Yes,” General Granz replied.

Ding Ze didn't say anything more, hung up the phone, and called Gretchen.

Gretchen was enjoying Miami's nightlife alone, quite leisurely, when she received Ding Ze's call. She was a little surprised, "What's up?"

Ding Ze smiled and said, "There's an operation that needs your participation. Go to General Granz's place. I'll be there in a bit."

“Okay,” Gretchen, a soldier who disliked fuss, agreed immediately. Once the matter was settled, the thief quickly hung up the phone, picked up his whiskey, downed it in one gulp, and left. (End of Chapter)

Chapter 343 Bribery, subversion, just do it!

About half an hour later.

Ding Ze and Janet's Rolls-Royce slowly drove into General Granz's estate.

Ding Ze and Janet got out of the car and, led by General Granz's security personnel, soon met General Granz.

Naturally, Gretchen had already arrived and was drinking with General Granz.

Both men understood the principle of "the victor takes all," so the slight rift between them had long since vanished and disappeared.

This is actually quite normal.

People who reach a certain level are different from ordinary people. They don't have any deep hatred or resentment; they only care about interests.

Ding Ze and Janet sat down.

Lighting a cigarette, Ding Ze smiled at General Granz and Gretchen, "I'm sorry I haven't had time to come over for so long. Are you two settling in well in Miami?"

General Granz and Gretchen were not fond of idle chatter, but Ding Ze was, after all, the boss, so he had to engage in some small talk.

So, when Ding Ze asked them questions, the two of them gave him a polite but perfunctory answer.

Ding Ze wasn't stupid either. After a few words, he got to the point: "Here's what happened. I went to Guadalajara yesterday."

"Pablo Escobar couldn't wait any longer; he wanted to become the president of Colombia, which was his biggest dream in life."

"When I first approached Pablo, I did promise to help him realize this dream."

"So, after talking to him for a while yesterday, I agreed."

"Pablo will become the new president of Colombia within the next three months, and then, like Mexico before him, Colombia will begin reforms."

"But unlike Mexico, Colombia's reform direction is towards becoming a tourism country and a civilized country."

“Gretchen, I want you to take charge of this operation and serve as its commander-in-chief.”

"General Granz, I hope you can develop a precise and effective action plan."

After listening.

Both General Granz and Gretchen were mute.

There's nothing I can do, damn it, dropping such a bombshell in the middle of the night?

Start a civil war in Colombia...no problem! Not scary!

It's shocking, or rather, outrageous, that Pablo Escobar is being made Colombia's new president?

General Granz paused for a moment before speaking first, his tone calm and unhurried, "Mr. Ding, Pablo Escobar is the head of the Medellín Cartel, a ruthless tycoon. That's not much of a secret."

“If you support someone to come to power, just like you did in Mexico before, then there won’t be a big problem. As long as you’re willing to put in the effort, this operation won’t be too difficult.”

"How about letting Pablo take the throne?"

"Putting everything else aside, once Pablo comes to power, Colombia will be immediately isolated internationally, just like Mexico, and cut off from international ties."

How do you plan to solve this problem?

Ding Ze grinned, "The whole world is just a big game of forming cliques."

"Pablo is indeed a drug lord, and many people do know that, but who has the evidence?"

"DEA is easy to solve; just destroy the evidence."

"As for Colombia's isolation..."

"I think that as long as the United States is willing to speak up next year, Colombia will end its isolation, won't it?"

"Besides, I personally think that reading '枭' or something like that is really nothing special."

"Those presidents of those xx-stan countries are all mentally ill, but they still managed to become president, didn't they?"

"Pablo was at least a very intelligent man, and he was determined to develop Colombia and improve the lives of the Colombian people."

"No matter what, they're still better than those mentally ill people."

Ding Ze rattled off a long speech.

General Granz was speechless.

What else to do?

This is a world where everyone's worse off, and Ding Ze is right...

Those xx-stan countries are even worse!

At this moment, Gretchen lit a cigarette, took a puff, and asked Ding Ze, "You're making me the commander-in-chief of the operation? Does that mean we're going to launch a large-scale civil war in Colombia?"

Ding Ze smiled and nodded, "I estimate that 50,000 people will be mobilized."