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

After a long and tumultuous journey, during which dozens of mercenaries were killed, the commotion of this group was temporarily quelled.

Of course, that's not enough.

Therefore, Ding Ze had Abruchi bring all the corpses along, intending to proceed according to the traditions of his hometown, or rather, to truly let these tens of thousands of people know what kind of person Ding Ze really was.

"Hang all these bodies on the exterior wall of the building so that everyone can see them."

"Then, I'll set up several large screens so they can clearly see me and hear my voice."

Finally, Ding Ze gave Mickey another instruction.

Abruzzi and Mickey didn't waste any words and obediently did as they were told.

A blink of an eye.

at dusk.

Dozens of corpses were hung outside the high-rise building. Ding Ze appeared in front of the camera and spoke to everyone who formed several defensive circles with a smile.

"I don't like to waste words, so I'll just get straight to the point."

"First, let's talk about money."

"Many people have probably heard about the destruction of the Mexican Dongfeng Group, and that my cash flow has dried up, that I have no money, and that it is very likely that I will not be able to pay your compensation."

"Now, I'm giving you a clear answer: Dongfeng Motors in Mexico is indeed temporarily gone, and my cash flow has also basically dried up."

"However, I have a notorious reputation. If I need money, I'll just ask someone for it. In fact, just recently, I got another 10 billion US dollars, and there will be more to come."

"So I'll only say it once here: not only will your compensation be fully paid out, but it will also be increased by fifty percent."

"This is my promise."

"Of course, this 50% increase is not for nothing. You came here for various reasons and fought alongside me and Dongfeng Security."

"This is your promise to me, and I value promises the most."

“You made a promise, so you have to keep it and stick to it. Otherwise, it would be a breach of contract for me.”

"I've made myself very clear: anyone who dares to break this agreement, I will not only kill you, but I will also kill everyone you care about in this world, leaving not a single one alive!"

"Hehe, hearing that, some people might want to kill me first."

“I’m telling you, even if you kill me, you and everyone you care about will still die.”

"Heh, do you really think that I, Ding Ze, have come this far without making any preparations for what will happen after I die?"

"Don't try anything funny. I'm telling you right now, you're no match for me."

"Furthermore, I know that many of you are either spies sent by the Longevity Club or have temporarily accepted benefits from the Longevity Club."

"I hope you don't get caught by me, otherwise, as I just said, I won't show any mercy to those who break the contract."

Ding Ze smiled and spoke casually for a while before turning off the camera.

At that moment, the tens of thousands of people surrounding the building, forming several defensive perimeters, were completely silent.

no way.

Ding Ze's threat is damn vicious.

If he breaches the contract, not only will he die, but everyone he cares about will die... Moreover, even if Ding Ze dies, it won't matter.

This is absolutely terrifying.

Haha, that's interesting.

These tens of thousands of people clearly had never heard of the punishment of implicating nine generations of relatives.

Inside the high-rise building.

Janet took a bottle of iced cola and handed it to Ding Ze. After thinking for a moment, she spoke up, "Fear doesn't seem to be the best approach."

Ding Ze took the Coke, opened it, and gulped down several mouthfuls.

Seriously, iced cola is fucking delicious.

“That’s not true, but extraordinary times call for extraordinary measures,” Ding Ze replied with a smile. “Anyway, this is the last wave of madness.”

Janet heard this, thought about it for a moment, and then laughed, "Okay, no problem."

***************

The war was still raging.

Interestingly, the war only engulfed nine countries and did not spread further for the time being.

Judging from this situation, it's highly unlikely that the outbreak will continue.

After all, wars are usually fought in one fell swoop.

It was evening.

The fall of Mexico continues.

The American troops were divided into several groups, and it seemed that it wouldn't be long before they entered Mexico City.

Mexico's complete defeat is only a matter of time.

The same thing happened in the strange country of Iran.

In fact, the situation in Iran was even more serious, because the United States really showed no mercy. Military drones and B-2 bombers were bombing Iran non-stop, as if they would not stop until Iran was reduced to ruins.

Most of the important figures in Yilang were terrified.

These idiots have always been masters of empty talk, but now, when they encounter America, they really don't care about anything, completely ignoring the condemnation from countries around the world, and just keep bombarding... Who the hell can withstand that?

It is like this.

Many of the important figures in Yilang were either already preparing to escape or planning to escape.

The other countries that were equally bizarre, who initially chose to fight alongside Iran against the United States, were in similar situations.

This time, America is like a tiger that has gone mad. No matter how many voices of condemnation and protest there are from the outside world, it ignores them all and has almost emptied its coffers, determined to wipe out those evil countries.

Who can stop America like this?

Not to mention, the United States is not fighting alone. Developed countries such as Britain, France, and Japan are all on the same side as the United States and are also launching wars.

Washington.

In an incredibly luxurious living room.

"This war will soon be over," said Snowy Milden, the Grand Elder of the Longevity Club, calmly, then looked at one of the screens displaying Ding Ze's speech.

After looking at it again, Snowwell Milden turned to Elder Ricky and asked calmly, "Did Ding Ze really borrow that much money?"

Elder Ricky never expected that Ding Ze, that bastard, would be so difficult to deal with. He was already at his wit's end, so he had no choice but to bite the bullet and reply, "Yes, as far as I know, Ding Ze has contacted almost every investment bank and tycoon in America and borrowed money from them."

"Some wealthy individuals are among our people, and we refused their offers."

"But some of the remaining wealthy people, fearing that Ding Ze might not die this time and would seek revenge later, agreed to lend him money."

Snowfield Milden has been high and mighty for too many years; I never imagined Ding Ze could play like this.

Running out of money, should I call around and borrow from everyone?

What kind of mess is this?

Snowwell Milden felt a slight headache coming on. "The money's already been shipped to Miami?"

“Yes, at least ten billion US dollars, and it’s already in Miami,” Elder Ricky said, cold sweat beading on his forehead. He felt as if death was beckoning him.

Fortunately, at this moment, the hot-tempered elder spoke up to Snowwell Milden, "Your plan has failed. I'll say it again, abandon the Samaritans, just bomb Miami, blow up that bastard Ding Ze, and be done with it."

Snowwell-Milden heard this and blinked.

Objectively speaking, the plan did indeed fail. However, due to the war, in the long run, the [Eternal Life Club] not only did not suffer any losses, but actually made a huge profit... except for the Samaritans.

Snowwell Milden remained silent, deep in thought… Despite the failed plan, he still wanted the Samaritan because he was certain that the Samaritan represented the future.

Without the Samaritan, the future of the [Longevity Club] is not optimistic... After all, there is still a machine in this world.

Although the Machine is a closed system, its memories are wiped clean at midnight every day, and it can't be God... Harold Finch will die...

Once Harold Finch is dead, will someone be able to turn the machine into an open system?

What will become of the Longevity Club then?

Snowwell Milden was lost in thought.

The short-tempered elder waited a little while, then, unable to wait any longer, spoke again, "Say something."

Snowwell-Milden heard this, blinked, and said, “I still maintain that we should get the Samaritans. Bombing Miami was not a good idea. Now that the plan to cut off Ding Ze’s funding has failed, I think we should attack Miami.”

After a pause, Snowy Milden added, "When this war ends and the Americans withdraw their troops, they'll just wipe out Miami on the way back."

The hot-tempered elder objected immediately, "If we do it this way, it'll take at least a few days. Samaritans might be fully online tomorrow. Isn't that ridiculous?"

"If you ask me, the best course of action would be to bomb Miami directly!"

The words came out.

Another elder spoke up, echoing the hot-tempered elder, "Milden, I support bombing Miami."

Upon hearing this, Snowwell Milden instinctively frowned.

The five elders of the Longevity Club are of equal status, and when it comes to important matters, they always make the final decision through voting.