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About twenty minutes later.

Ding Ze and his group, carrying the bodies of their five fallen men, all got into the car.

The team's next stop is where Fibonacci is located, as suggested by Jimmy Montau.

The location wasn't too far from Philip-Falzen's estate, about a half-hour drive, and it was a rather remote motel in the suburbs.

Once they arrived there, they still had a battle to fight, a battle that would serve as a demonstration of their strength.

to this end.

Abruzzi separated Ron from the group, instructing him to take Sylvia and their children directly to Miami and not participate in the operation.

Ron objected, "John, we could assign one of our men to do this..."

Before Ron could finish speaking, Abruzzi shook his head decisively, "I don't trust anyone else with this."

Ron paused for a moment, then didn't insist. "Okay, be careful."

Abruzzi smiled faintly, said nothing more, and turned to Sylvia, "After I finish what I need to do, I will come to Miami to find you. You can stay there for a few days."

After so many things had happened, Sylvia was filled with questions and her mind was in a mess. After thinking for a while, she held back and didn't ask. She just gritted her teeth and instructed, "Stay alive!"

“Of course,” Abruzzi replied with a smile, then turned to Ron and said, “Make a call to Jimmy Montu and tell him I’m coming to see Fibonacci now.”

Ron nodded, understanding what he meant and knowing how to proceed.

This is the end.

Make the necessary arrangements.

The convoy set off.

We passed the intersection we had crossed on the way here.

Ron, with Sylvia and the other two in tow, left the convoy and headed away from Chicago.

Ding Ze and his group, in five cars, headed towards their destination.

In the car.

Abruzzi lit a cigarette, his face calm.

[American Iaijutsu - Pistol Shooting Skill (80% Accuracy) → Upgrade → Further Upgrade → American Iaijutsu - Pistol Shooting Skill (100% Accuracy).]

Ding Ze, with a cigarette dangling from his lips, gazed out the window. As he used the two skill upgrade vouchers he had previously obtained, he thought of something—or rather, a place.

2119 North Wallace Street, South Side, Chicago.

'Since it's a complex world, those shameless bastards should be there.'

Ding Ze silently recited the words, then smiled, finding it quite amusing.

Abruzzi caught Ding Ze smiling out of the corner of his eye and asked, somewhat puzzled, "Mr. Ding, what interesting thing have you thought of?"

"Hmm, I've thought of someone. That person would be perfect to help me with my work."

"Oh? Who is it?"

“A guy named Mickey,” Ding Ze didn’t hide anything, “I’m planning to go check on him tonight, but I don’t know if he’s there.”

“Going out tonight is probably very risky,” Abruzzi said without pressing further.

"It's okay, I'll finish making the mask before I go out."

The two chatted for a few minutes, but as they got closer to their destination, they fell silent.

Regarding the next steps.

They had already discussed and agreed on a plan that morning.

In Ding Ze's view.

Soon, only a few possible scenarios should emerge.

First, Ma Hong led his men to intercept them on the road.

Second, Ma Hong and his men had laid an ambush at that motel beforehand.

Third, just like in the original plot, Ma Hong led his men to ambush them near the motel. As soon as they entered the room supposedly occupied by Fibonacci, he immediately appeared and trapped them inside.

As for which possibility is most likely?

Ding Ze believes that the answer is the third type.

Although at this time, the company most likely had not yet recruited Ma Hong, nor had Ma Hong killed him and Abruzzi.

But considering that he had previously told Mahone that he knew about Oscar Shores, Mahone wanted to kill him to keep it a secret….

The third possibility is much more likely!

After all, only by doing this could Ma Hong be more confident in legally eliminating them.

of course.

He didn't put all his eggs in one basket on the third possibility; he had also made corresponding preparations for the first two possibilities.

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Time passes quickly.

The two would arrive at the motel in about three or four minutes.

“It seems they don’t intend to stop us on the road,” Abruzzi remarked in response to this fact.

This is the end.

Three possibilities have become two.

Ding Ze smiled and said, "Just as I thought, this is a good thing."

Abruzzi nodded, and without delay, picked up the walkie-talkie and said to the people in the four cars behind, "Slow down to 20 mph, keep your distance, and wait for our message."

"receive."

The four drivers in the four cars responded in unison and released the accelerator.

Not long after.

Ding Ze and Abruzzi arrived at the entrance to the motel's parking lot.

Abruzzi stepped on the brakes and brought the car to a stop.

The two of them immediately took a closer look at the parking lot.

There weren't many cars in the parking lot, only six.

Five of the vehicles were cars, one was an SUV, and there were no police cars.

Among the five cars were a BMW and an Audi.

“They don’t seem to have arrived,” Abruzzi concluded.

Ding Ze felt the same way. The lineup of those six cars didn't quite meet the FBI's needs, especially the BMW and the Audi, which didn't seem to fit the FBI's image at all.

In addition, the six cars were parked haphazardly, one here and one there, with three of them facing inwards... Such parking greatly reduces mobility, and the FBI should not have made such a mistake.

“That seems to be the case,” Ding Ze nodded in agreement, “Then only the third possibility remains.”

“Okay,” Abruzzi replied, picking up the walkie-talkie. “You all disperse, stop, and take cover. Wait for my message.”

"Roger that!"

Without a word, Abruzzi quickly released the brake, stepped on the gas, drove into the parking lot, drove straight to room 109, and then reversed to a stop, positioning the trunk facing room 109.

At this point, no FBI agents rushed out.

See this.

As planned, Ding Ze got out of the car first, walked quickly to the door of room 108, unlocked it, then drew his gun and went inside to check if there were any ambushes.

There was no ambush.

The room was empty; there wasn't a soul in sight.

Ding Ze was not surprised at all. He left the room, returned to the trunk of the SUV, and patted the trunk.

Upon hearing this, Abruzzi immediately got out of the car.

Upon opening the trunk, the two men deftly pulled out large handbags from their respective bags.

Common equipment such as pistols, submachine guns, magazines, grenades, smoke grenades, and grenade launchers are all in the handbag.

Then, Abruzzi pulled out a long box that was placed at the very back of the trunk.

This long box contains a Gatling gun that we never got to use before!

Get it done.

The two silently entered room 108, packed their belongings, and waited quietly.

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at the same time.

Ma Hong, who had been lying in ambush several miles east of the motel, hung up the phone call from the motel owner and picked up the walkie-talkie. "They've arrived! Move out!"