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

"You decide who should live and who should die from your own perspective, but God doesn't do that."

At this point, the atmosphere suddenly became heavy.

From the moment he sat down, Rither's right hand was on the grip of his pistol, ready to shoot Ding Ze dead.

Harold was furious. "I didn't! I created the machine to protect this country from attack!"

“Heh,” Ding Ze sneered again, “I know, then I want to ask you, how many people does the American military kill overseas every year? And how many people has the government’s Northern Lights team, relying on your machines, killed overseas?”

"Those people's deaths have nothing to do with you, right?"

"Because they're not Americans?"

Harold: "!!!!!!!"

“So, in your eyes, Americans are the highest class of people, and foreigners can die as long as Americans don’t,” Ding Ze continued. “Harold, shouldn’t all lives be equal?”

Harold was choked and speechless.

Ding Ze smiled slightly, "So, you see, you've been prejudiced from beginning to end... You're not a good person, do you understand?"

"Even more so, you who like to play God, are worse than me, and have done more harm to this world than I have."

Geddon.

"You're talking nonsense!!!" Harold exclaimed, "I just want to protect America and I don't want America to suffer another air attack!!"

Seeing Harold getting anxious, Ding Ze was genuinely delighted. "Harold, I know you very well. I know your life trajectory clearly, including your girlfriend who lives next to Central Park."

“You’re not a good person, but, how should I put it, you’ve driven the development of this world, so I’ve never thought of taking action against you, letting you and Reese do what you like in New York.”

"New York is so small that it's practically insignificant in the world."

“Harold, now listen to me very carefully.”

"I don't mind if you continue doing what you like, but never get involved in my affairs again. Machine can continue to maintain the security of America, and the Samaritans won't bother Machine, and vice versa."

"We keep to ourselves and don't interfere with each other."

"Otherwise, you know who I am, I know who you care about most, I will kill her in front of you, and I will destroy the machine!"

"Did you hear that clearly?"

Harold understood.

Harold trembled with fear.

no way.

Harold had already died once, so he didn't really care much about his own life or death anymore.

But he was extremely concerned about the life or death of the woman he loved.

It is like this.

Harold was going crazy, shouting, "You're not allowed to do anything to her!! Otherwise, I won't let you get away with it!!!"

"Haha," Ding Ze laughed heartily, "Harold, is it really meaningful to say such hurtful things?"

After saying that, Ding Ze added, "Alright, I have other places to go and I'm in a hurry. Harold, how about it, have we reached a deal?"

Harold stared at Ding Ze with eyes blazing with fury. One second, two seconds, three seconds passed, and finally, he gritted his teeth and nodded.

"I'm glad you made the right choice. Well then, see you next time," Ding Ze said with a smile, without saying anything more, and got up to leave.

soon.

Ding Ze got into the car, and it drove towards New Jersey.

Since he was already there, and considering he might not have the chance again, he decided to visit Princeton Teaching Hospital to see House and Wilson. (End of Chapter)

Chapter 454 Princeton Teaching Hospital, Prank

new York.

Princeton Teaching Hospital, underground parking lot.

Ding Ze didn't wear a mask this time, so he put on a hat, sunglasses, and a face mask before getting out of the car and walking towards the elevator.

After taking the elevator, Ding Ze went straight to the third floor and headed towards House's office.

in the office.

House, Forman, and the other two were all there, idly doing their own thing.

It seems there are no patients for the time being.

Ding Ze smiled, pushed open the door, and went inside.

The three men, Forman and his companion, who had been keeping their heads down, looked at Ding Ze when they heard the sound. Because Ding Ze had almost completely covered his face, the three of them were a little puzzled.

"Hello, who are you looking for?" Forman spoke first, asking.

Ding Ze looked at Forman and grinned. "Dr. Forman. It's me, Mr. Anderson. Don't you recognize me?"

Upon hearing this, Forman quickly looked him over and roughly recognized him, but he was still a little confused. "Mr. Anderson, why are you dressed like this?"

“I’m sick, my hair is falling out, my eyes are sensitive to light, and I have some problems with my face, so I’m dressed like this,” Ding Ze started to lie. “I think I don’t have much time left, so I came to see you guys.”

At this moment, House had already heard Ding Ze's words, and moved to stand behind Ding Ze. "Mr. Anderson, you sound very energetic, not like you are sick."

Ding Ze smiled wryly, "I don't know what's going on either. It might be cancer. Is Dr. Wilson here?"

House nodded. "They should be here."

"Could you please call him over? I'd like to hear his opinion."

House still felt something was off, but he still took out his phone and called Wilson. "Wilson, come over here for a second, something's up."

Wilson was truly a very good friend. Despite being tormented by Dr. House countless times, he still rushed over immediately after receiving the call and asked House, "What's wrong?"

“Dr. Wilson, it’s me, Anderson. It’s a pleasure to meet you,” Ding Ze greeted him immediately with a smile.

Wilson heard this, looked at Ding Ze, and recognized the voice and build. "Mr. Anderson, it's a pleasure to meet you... What happened to you?"

"I'm sick, and I don't have much time left. Please sit down and see if the five doctors can work together to save my life," Ding Ze continued to ramble on, finding it so amusing that he barely managed to hold back his laughter.

Wilson was a good man; upon hearing this, he immediately became nervous and quickly sat down.

House frowned, sensing that something was very wrong, but he didn't say anything for the time being, so he sat down silently next to Wilson.

Seeing that all five people were sitting down and looking at him, Ding Ze didn't hesitate. He smiled brightly, then took off his sunglasses and mask, revealing his face.

moment.

House reacted the fastest, his expression changing drastically, "holly shit!"

next moment.

Forman and his two companions nearly wet themselves in fright. They sprang up and retreated backward until they hit the wall, where they stopped, their eyes wide with disbelief and their faces filled with terror.

Wilson wasn't much better off, but he didn't move because he was terrified.

"You, you, you are Ding Ze!!" Cameron exclaimed in shock, his big eyes almost popping out of their sockets.

Witnessing the five people's reactions, Ding Ze was extremely satisfied with the prank, grinning, "Shh, don't be so loud, it wouldn't be good if people outside heard."

Upon hearing this, Cameron immediately covered his mouth, not daring to make another sound.

“Good boy,” Ding Ze said with a smile. Then, he put on a mask and sunglasses, sat down at the conference table, and crossed his legs. “Alright, everyone, sit down. There’s no need to react so strongly. I’m still the Mr. Anderson you all know, and also the chairman of this hospital.”

Hear the words.

Forman, Cameron, and Keith looked at each other, none of them daring to move or approach Ding Ze.

After all, sitting right there is none other than the murderer Ding Ze...

One second, two seconds, three seconds.

Dr. House was the first to calm down, and then he even laughed, "Incidentally, Mr. Ding, you are truly a remarkable person."

Upon hearing this, Ding Ze looked at House with great appreciation, "I knew you'd be the first to calm down. Okay, everyone, don't be nervous."

"I was just in New York on some business. After I finished, I thought I'd stop by and see you all. I didn't mean anything by it."

"Everyone sit down... except for Keith. Dr. Keith, could you please go buy me an ice-cold Coke? I'm a little thirsty."

Keith: "??????"

“Okay,” Qi Si replied obediently, not daring to disobey Ding Ze, the madman and serial killer. He then lifted his trembling legs and walked out.

With that movement from Qisi...

Forman and Cameron exchanged glances, gritted their teeth in unison, and obediently sat down at the conference table.

no way.

Ding Ze said it twice already...

What if we anger Ding Ze, that serial killer, and he starts killing people?

See this.

Ding Ze smiled, took out a cigarette, pulled his mask down, lit one, took a puff, and said with a smile to Dr. Wilson, who still looked dazed, "Dr. Wilson, calm down. I really have no other intentions. I like you very much and I won't kill you."

"..." Upon hearing this, Wilson was not relieved at all; instead, he was even more terrified. "Mr. Ding, you, you, why would you do such a thing?"