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

From a certain perspective, he actually quite hopes that someone will be dishonest, so that he can make an example of them.

“I thought I didn’t need to say anything about this.”

"Now it seems I still have to say something!"

"This treasure is mine! No one can steal it from me!"

"Did you hear that clearly?"

Hear the words.

The group of men nodded in succession, looking at the black man on the ground who was still bleeding and had not yet died.

Many of them were relieved, feeling a sense of lingering fear, that they had only thought about it and hadn't actually acted rashly.

The rest of the people looked down on the black man with contempt.

"Boss, well done!"

"This guy is a disgrace to us!"

"Pah! Stealing!!!"

"..."

Ding Ze waited quietly for them to finish speaking. "Someone go and take out everything he's hiding on his person. The rest of you, let's get back to work."

After saying that, Ding Ze turned his head and saw that Mickey was still holding the gun, his little face was tense and full of nervousness, and cold sweat was on his forehead. He laughed and said, "You can put the gun down now. You still need to experience more."

Upon hearing this, Mickey breathed a sigh of relief, awkwardly put down his gun, and without being stubborn, directly admitted, "I'm sorry, boss, I will try my best."

At this moment.

Mickey no longer dared to follow his instincts and spout nonsense about Ding Ze.

no way.

Ding Ze, this boss who kills without hesitation, killing people as easily as stepping on an ant, is truly terrifying!

"It's okay, if you don't work hard, you'll be the one who dies anyway," Ding Ze replied half-jokingly.

hum.

Mickey's body stiffened, and he stared in disbelief: "???"

Seeing Mickey's reaction, Ding Ze smiled happily and didn't provoke him any further. He picked up the walkie-talkie and called Ron, who was in charge of supervision in the church, "Ron, the situation we discussed still happened."

Yes.

On the plane, Ding Ze and Ron analyzed the possible scenarios, which is why only he, Mickey, and Ron had guns.

Upon hearing this, Ron instinctively shuddered, and sweat immediately broke out on his forehead; he was genuinely panicked.

To know.

The men who came this time were all personally selected by him and Abruzzi!

Now, things have really gone wrong...

Thinking of Ding Ze's ruthless killing, Ron panicked even more. "How many?"

"There's only one for now," Ding Ze replied calmly.

'Luckily there was only one,' Ron heard and breathed a slight sigh of relief. Then, he promptly and sincerely apologized, 'I'm sorry, boss, I...'

"We can talk about that later. You keep a close eye on things up there. I don't want any of the other scenarios we've discussed to happen, understand?"

"Understand!"

Ding Ze didn't say anything more.

[You successfully released Sher. Reward: Your pet grows one centimeter.]

???????

Holy crap?

Does this work too?

Upon hearing this reward, Ding Ze was instantly stunned. After a few seconds of being dumbfounded, he came to his senses and was overjoyed.

-

The death of Sher, a Black man, was very effective.

This is not.

More than two hours later, all the small treasures had been taken away, and no one dared to steal anything anymore.

It was already 11 p.m., and there were still about seven hours until dawn.

There are still about fifty large treasures left in the treasure room.

If all goes well, they should all be moved up before dawn.

Ding Ze was very satisfied with this.

unconsciously.

Four hours flew by.

at last.

The entire treasure room was completely empty except for the body of the black man, Sher.

Seeing the last two men carrying a sculpture up the stairs, Ding Ze glanced at the time. It was earlier than he had expected, so he simply put down the bag he had been carrying without adjusting its contents and said to Mickey, "Let's go up too."

Mickey looked at the handbag Ding Ze had put down, a little puzzled. "What's that?"

"You'll find out about the gift later. Let's go."

Mickey was still confused, but he didn't ask any more questions and obediently moved around.

soon.

Everyone gathered in the church, gazing at the treasures scattered on the ground, all of which had been completely covered with burlap sacks.

Ding Ze took a drag of his cigarette, glanced at his watch, and saw that there were still more than two hours left.

"It's almost dawn, everyone. Let's work a little harder and get some rest once we get on the ship," Ding Ze said. "Change into your work clothes, and some people, go get the truck. Let's load it up and leave as soon as possible."

The words came out.

Everyone quickly did as instructed.

A dozen or so men changed into work clothes and immediately left the church through the back door to get their cars.

The rest of the people waited for the time being.

At this point, for Ding Ze, the most crucial moment of the entire operation had arrived!

Next.

Those who covet these treasures have only two choices.

One option is to make our move here, eliminate everyone else, including him, and seize the treasure.

Secondly, they had already made contact with a gang in New York to coordinate an attack from the inside and eliminate them on the road.

In Ding Ze's view, the two options are about equal.

He actually hoped that those people would choose the second option, because he had already made arrangements for it.

Of course, you can't pin your hopes on this.

So Ding Ze didn't delay and decisively signaled Mickey to move quietly to the side with him to find cover, so that those people wouldn't suddenly attack and shoot him dead.

Bullets have no eyes; he is not a god and cannot possibly control everything.

Fortunately.

Nothing happened.

The truck arrived, and everyone quickly began loading the treasures onto it.

With about fifty people working together, the efficiency was very high.

Less than an hour.

All the treasures were loaded onto the vehicle, ready to depart.

"New York Harbor," Ron said, picking up the walkie-talkie to announce the destination, "Let's go!"

Hear the sound.

Almost all the drivers responded at the same time, and then stepped on the gas and headed toward New York Harbor.

Ding Ze, Mickey, and Ron did not get into the car; they stood there and watched the convoy go for a short while.

Subsequently.

“Let’s go too,” Ding Ze said, lifting his foot to move toward a black Land Rover parked on the side of the road.

Got in the car.

“John,” Ding Zech greeted Abruzzi, who was sitting in the driver’s seat, with a smile.

“Boss,” Abruzzi, who had arrived in New York last night, smiled, then picked up his walkie-talkie and ordered the thirty-odd vehicles scattered around, “The convoy has set off, move out.”