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

The factory below the laundry room is indeed quite nice and advanced.

You can copy it and make a few more in Mexico and Colombia.

Then, once Walter White has settled down and taken on some apprentices, if Uncle Fried Chicken still has such a big temper, can't figure things out, and can't get over it, then he should retire from the stage of history.

Ding Ze thought for a while, then noticed that Mike was looking at him, so he looked over at Mike.

Mike's face was very ugly because he realized that Ding Ze wanted to kill Uncle Fried Chicken.

Unfortunately, even though they saw through it, there was nothing they could do to stop it.

What can I do?

Should we take out Ding Ze first?

We can't take them down! (End of Chapter)

Chapter 474 Little Pink, Jesse Pinkman

Albuquerque.

Inside the fried chicken shop.

Comrade Mike Ermenshott's old face rarely showed a smile; most of the time, it was an indifferent expression.

As a fan of the original novel, Ding Ze was used to it to some extent and didn't pay much attention to it.

Having finished their meal, Ding Ze told Janet to leave.

"See you next time, Mike," Ding Ze said with a smile before leaving, as he should say goodbye.

Mike looked at Ding Ze with a heavy heart and a complicated expression. He didn't say anything, got up and left, heading towards Uncle Fried Chicken's office.

To be honest, Mike didn't like Uncle Chicken. But, well, in Albuquerque, Mike needed a high-paying job, and Uncle Chicken, putting aside his character, was a decent boss.

For the sake of his work, Mike hopes that Uncle Fried Chicken can live a few more years.

Ding Ze didn't mind Mike's attitude, put his arm around Janet, and walked out.

In the small office behind the fried chicken shop.

Mike walked up to Uncle Fried Chicken and, without mincing words, said directly, "If you don't change your attitude and do as Ding Ze says, he will kill you."

Uncle Fried Chicken isn't stupid. He actually knew long ago that things would eventually develop to this point, but he originally thought it would take some more time.

Upon hearing this, Uncle Fried Chicken immediately became a little nervous. "What did he say to you?"

“No,” Mike shook his head expressionlessly. “I noticed it. When you turned to leave just now, Ding Ze looked at you like you were looking at a dead person. I’m familiar with that kind of look.”

"I think he hasn't killed you yet because he's checking if there's still hope for you."

Uncle Fried Chicken raised his hand and rubbed his forehead.

Fxxk.

He was living a peaceful life in Albuquerque when, out of nowhere, Ding Ze, a serial killer, came knocking on his door...

Now, things have progressed to the point where my own life is in imminent danger!

What the hell.

The question is, what can be done?

Uncle Fried Chicken is in a real bind; he doesn't know what to do.

This is also normal.

After all, the other party was the murderer Ding Ze. The tricks he used to use against his enemies were completely useless against Ding Ze...

What the hell should I do?

Does this mean we have no choice but to obediently follow Ding Ze's orders, work diligently, and be a competent employee?

Uncle Fried Chicken hasn't quite adjusted his mindset yet; he hasn't fully realized that in this world, everyone is an employee, working for others, directly or indirectly.

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Albuquerque.

Ding Ze took Janet to the car wash.

The car wash seemed to be doing pretty well; the illegal immigrants were all busy washing cars.

Ding Ze stopped the car, looked around, and saw Lao Bai personally instructing a worker on how to wash a car.

Old Bai was gesturing wildly, appearing very serious.

Ok.

That makes sense; that's just the kind of person Lao Bai is.

At that moment, an employee quickly approached Ding Ze and Janet and politely asked, "Are you two here to get your car washed?"

"Go ahead and wash," Ding Ze nodded with a smile, then walked towards Lao Bai.

It wasn't until Ding Ze and Janet arrived that the very focused Old Bai noticed them and exclaimed in surprise, "Mr. Anderson, you've arrived!"

Ding Ze smiled and said, "I was just passing through Albuquerque and thought I'd drop by to see how things are here."

Old Bai smiled, but it was a fake smile. He nodded and said, "Everything is fine. Business is very good."

Ding Ze could understand Lao Bai's fake smile.

Old Bai is a frustrated middle-aged man who must feel stifled working in a car wash, feeling that he can't use his talents.

"That's good. Let's go to the office and sit for a while," Ding Ze suggested.

“Okay,” Lao Bai readily agreed.

Soon, we arrived at the office.

Ding Ze saw the bitch Skyler, and more importantly, he saw Skyler's belly.

Haha, Skyler is pregnant again, and her belly is quite big.

Judging by the scale of this, it won't be long, two or three months from now, for Lao Bai to suddenly collapse, just like in the original storyline, and then be sent to the hospital, where he will be diagnosed with lung cancer, and it will be in its late stage.

That being the case.

have to.

We need to prepare to sell the car wash.

Ding Ze thought to himself, and then, after some polite concern for Skyler, inquired about her pregnancy.

After becoming pregnant, Skyler, who had become noticeably more robust, had no idea what Ding Ze was up to and happily gave him an answer.

The four chatted for a while, and the atmosphere was quite pleasant.

Janet smiled, unable to help but wonder how the Walters would react if they knew who she was facing.

Time flies.

After chatting for a while, Ding Ze pretended to raise his wrist to check the time, and suggested with a smile, "Let's treat you to dinner tonight. Let's invite Hank and his wife too, and I'll bring a friend along. Let's all have a good time together."

Now that Skyler is pregnant, both Skyler and Walter White desperately need this job... Without it, raising a second child will be very difficult.

It is like this.

Skyler immediately agreed.

Old Bai, who didn't really want to dine with a rich person like Ding Ze and felt very uncomfortable, had no choice but to agree.

Soon after, the time and place were set, and Ding Ze and Janet got up to say goodbye, got into their car and left.

On the road.

“I need to sell that car wash as soon as possible,” Ding Ze said with a smile.

"???" Janet asked, somewhat surprised. "Why?"

“Walter can’t be too complacent. If he’s too complacent, it won’t be good for my plans. Now that they’re having another child, it’s the perfect time to put pressure on him,” Ding Ze said calmly.

“…” Janet paused for a moment, “I suddenly feel that you are so evil.”

"Haha, Ms. Austin, your reaction is a bit too slow. We've known each other for so long, and you're only now realizing how wicked I am?" Ding Ze asked with a laugh.

Janet blinked and changed her wording, "More wicked than before."

Upon hearing this, Ding Ze decisively reached out and grabbed Janet's hand, asking, "So?"

Janet sighed, "Take your paws away."

The two of them, bickering, drove toward Jesse Pinkman's house.

As it turns out, it's really not surprising at all.

What a piece of trash! No matter what, he's still a piece of trash. He's not home, I don't know where he's been gallivanting off to.

But that's okay, finding Little Pink in Albuquerque is a piece of cake.

Ding Ze took out his phone. "Jesse Pinkman, find him."

The Samaritans acted swiftly, and in just a moment, they located Little Pink's position using her phone.

The distance wasn't far. Ding Ze glanced at the address, immediately stepped on the gas, and drove off.