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

Normally, a week wouldn't be much; it would just pass by in a flash.

But this isn't normal... Now, in just one week, so many things can happen.

On the one hand, the commotion in Miami is getting bigger and bigger, attracting more and more attention...

On the other hand, the Longevity Club won't just sit idly by and wait a week.

Unfortunately, hardware is hardware; installation and debugging take time and are beyond human control.

“Get Miami online first,” Ding Ze said, puffing out a puff of smoke as he listened to Ida Hassan’s words, a cigarette dangling from his lips. “I’ll go and fix the signal source problem later.”

Ida Hassan was taken aback when she heard this. "You're leaving Miami now? Isn't it dangerous?"

Ding Ze grinned.

Danger is inevitable.

The Longevity Club clearly knows the Samaritan's role, which means they know he needs to take down the NSA's signal source.

Therefore, his trip to Fort Meade, Maryland, was essentially venturing into a den of wolves and tigers, almost a suicide mission.

No matter what.

You still have to go, there's no other choice.

“Don’t worry about me. Get ready. I’ll send you the NSA signal as soon as I get it,” Ding Ze said with a smile.

Ida Hassan has been with Dongfeng Security for some time now, and she really likes it here. She also really likes Ding Ze, the murderer, and thinks Ding Ze is very much to her liking.

Therefore, Ida Hassan was indeed very worried that Ding Ze might not come back after leaving.

But what can I do after hesitating for so long?

Ida Hassan didn't say much, just nodded, "Okay."

Ding Ze smiled, said no more, lit a cigarette in his mouth, and turned to leave.

It didn't take too long.

Ding Ze summoned Ma Hong and, along with an assassination squad secretly dispatched by CIA Director Eddie Thomas, got into the car and headed to the airport.

take off.

Miami grew smaller and smaller in the field of vision. Ma Hong looked out the window and felt so tired that he closed his eyes.

*********

at the same time.

Washington.

The young elder in charge of the "Eternal Life Club" in America received an immediate notification from his underlings in Miami, informing him of Ding Ze's departure from Miami.

"Are you sure it was Ding Ze on that plane?" the young elder asked excitedly, his tone very serious.

"I'm sure! I saw him walk onto the plane with my own eyes!" the mole said definitively.

The young elder didn't say anything more, decisively hung up the phone, and then dialed the number of an Air Force general. "Ding Ze is flying to Fort Meade, his plane number is xxxx. Shoot him down."

“Okay,” the air force general, having received the order, agreed without the slightest hesitation.

Just a few minutes later.

Two F-15 fighter jets from an air force base near Ding Ze's flight path scrambled and flew at full speed toward Ding Ze's location.

"ETA, six minutes."

About ten seconds later.

Ding Ze's satellite phone rang; it was General Granz calling.

"Two F-15 fighter jets have just taken off," General Granz said directly, without mincing words, as the situation was critical.

Ding Ze took a drag of his cigarette. "Who issued the order?"

“General Garrison,” General Granz replied.

"Can we catch them?" Ding Ze asked.

“Yes, but it will take time,” General Granz said.

“Give me his phone number, I’ll talk to him,” Ding Ze said calmly.

After a while.

Ding Ze dialed General Garrison's private phone number.

The call was answered quickly.

"Hello?" General Garrison was a little puzzled, not knowing who was calling.

“General Garrison, hello, I am Ding Ze…” Ding Ze said.

Instantly, and naturally, General Garrison was taken aback. Before Ding Ze could finish speaking, he exclaimed, "How did you know this number? Who gave you this number?"

“General Garrison, the two fighter jets you sent are about to find me, so let’s stop with this nonsense,” Ding Ze said with a smile. “I know where you are. Right now, my men are gathering all your information.”

"You should know that I have people in the White House as well."

"So let me make this very clear: if those two fighter jets don't turn back within the next minute, my men will kill everyone you care about."

"Your son, daughter, wife, parents, lover, and friends will all die."

"In addition, I will immediately launch a missile loaded with a nuclear warhead toward New York or Washington."

"If I die, all of America will be buried with me."

"Did you understand, General Garrison?"

General Garrison, who is over fifty years old, was too frightened to withstand such a shock. He was so scared that his body was shaking uncontrollably and he was about to wet himself!

no way.

Ding Ze is a mad, serial killer with a notorious reputation. If he says he'll kill his entire family, he really means it...

As for that nuclear missile...

Washington isn't going to sit idly by; nuclear warheads have indeed been circulating on the black market in the past few days. This has already been confirmed.

and so……

General Garrison really believes that Ding Ze, that mad killer, has nuclear weapons?!

"Understood!!!" General Garrison dared not disobey. "They'll be back immediately!"

“Very good. Tell me, which elder contacted you?” Ding Ze asked with a smile.

General Garrison paused for a moment, then made his decision, not daring to hide anything: "All I know is that his name is Ricky, that he operates in DC, and that he looks to be in his thirties. I really know nothing else."

"That's enough, thank you for your cooperation," Ding Xiu smiled brightly, then hung up the phone.

Toot toot~~~

Hearing the dial tone, General Garrison immediately breathed a sigh of relief. Without wasting any time, he quickly dialed another number.

In the blink of an eye.

"Mission terminated! Mission terminated!!!"

High in the sky, two F-15 fighter jets, only three minutes' distance from Ding Ze, received orders and, without hesitation, turned back to base, leaving two rather beautiful arcs in the air. (End of Chapter)

Chapter 426 Medeburg, NSA

on the plane.

As usual, Ding Ze received General Granz's message immediately, knowing that the two fighter jets had retreated.

Ma Hong overheard this and couldn't help but ask nervously, "Mr. Ding, what if those two fighter jets don't retreat?"

Ding Ze smiled and said, "Then we'll probably be shot down, and then we'll see if we're lucky enough to survive by parachuting."

"???" Ma Hong was speechless.

Damn it!

So outrageous?

Life is pretty good. Ma Hong has no interest in dying here and doesn't know what to say.

Ding Ze exhaled a puff of smoke, finding Ma Hong's reaction quite amusing. "Don't be nervous. First of all, death isn't such a terrible thing."

"So many people have died along the way. You and I are just ordinary people, and we will die too."

"Secondly, one of my nuclear submarines is on the high seas. If those two fighter jets don't return, I will have that nuclear submarine empty all the missiles from its cargo hold."

"At that time, many, many people will be buried with us."

"Not many people in this world can enjoy this kind of treatment."

Ma Hong: "??????"

This guy is insane! He's completely gone mad!

Ma Hong didn't want to talk, so he closed his eyes.

Ding Ze didn't say anything more, but made a phone call to Eddie Thomas, asking Eddie Thomas to mobilize agents in Washington to investigate this Elder Ricky.