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

He was certain that the symbol was indeed a sign that the Freemasons had once used.

At this point, his suspicions were one step closer to the truth.

Steve Diller paused for only a moment before continuing down the path.

Other FBI agents either didn't notice the symbol, or they did but were a little confused and didn't pay much attention to it.

Ma Hong is different.

Ma Hong immediately took out a pen and paper from his pocket and wrote down the symbol.

unconsciously.

The group arrived at the now-unrestored treasure room without any major incidents.

By this point in time, Steve Diller was 90% certain that this was indeed a Freemason treasure trove.

then.

After pretending to look around for a while, Steve Diller couldn't wait to go back upstairs to make a phone call.

Several detectives followed them up.

Ma Hong stayed behind, refusing to cooperate with the other agents who remained, and simply looked around on his own.

The body of Sher, the black man who was shot dead by Ding Ze, is still in this treasure room, but it has been smashed to pieces by a pile of rubble, and looks really disgusting.

Even Ma Hong, a man of great experience and knowledge, couldn't help but frown slightly, finding it a bit hard to bear.

Despite feeling disgusted, Ma Hong still silently started moving the rubble off Sher's body, piece by piece, to the side.

After a lot of trouble.

The body of the black man, Sher, was revealed.

Ma Hong squatted down next to the corpse and examined it carefully.

The results came out: the Black man, Sher, was shot and killed.

'Why? ’

Ma Hong silently asked himself a question, then got up and quickly began searching.

There were no other bodies in the treasure room.

Mahone returned to the body of the black man, Sher, and fell into deep thought.

half an hour.

After a series of thoughts and speculations, Ma Hong concluded that the reason the black man in front of him was shot was most likely because he was discovered stealing the treasure while it was being moved.

There were people supervising the scene at the time…

'who? ’

'With such a massive treasure, Ding Ze will most likely choose to personally oversee it.'

'The people Ding Ze killed...'

Following his own train of thought, Ma Hong silently recited, then thought of the gangland shootout that had occurred at the port earlier...

'Ding Ze brought his men here, and the entire operation, from start to finish, didn't take more than a day.'

'How did the Skrtel family obtain this intelligence?'

'Some of the Abruzzi family's henchmen, seeing the potential for profit, contacted the Skruse family, intending to double-cross them?'

'Were most of the Abruzzi family's dead subordinates traitors?'

Think of this.

Ma Hong suddenly laughed.

For Ma Hong, the fact that Ding Ze and his group have internal problems is a good thing.

Ma Hong now had a direction.

********

In a corner outside the ruins of Trinity Church.

Steve Diller had just reported his findings to a senior Freemason.

This senior member took it very seriously and almost immediately contacted other senior members.

It didn't take too long.

The group of upper-level members who could be contacted, through investigating various secret documents, roughly determined what the treasure beneath the Trinity Church was like.

Subsequently.

The upper-level members started a vote on whether to bother those top-tier members with this matter.

Voting has ended; the minority submits to the majority.

As a result, the phones of a small number of top Freemason members, including a middle-aged man who was meeting in the White House, began to ring.

The top members then started another discussion about whether they should get involved in handling the matter.

The discussion didn't last long before a conclusion was reached.

These top members, who could almost be said to be at the pinnacle of the world, decided to recover the treasures stolen from the crypt of Trinity Church.

The main reason for doing this wasn't money, but because that treasure, in a sense, represented Freemasonry. The Freemasons' forefathers sacrificed many lives for that treasure…

in short.

Passing on traditions is very important.

The Freemason tradition must not fall into the hands of others.

Not long after.

The decision of the top members was quickly communicated.

As a mid-level member, Steve Diller, due to his relatively low rank, waited a while before receiving the notification: "Steve, the instructions from above are to find out the location of that treasure as soon as possible, contact and communicate with the owner, and try to acquire it first."

"If that doesn't work, we'll consider other options."

“Okay, I understand,” Steve Diller nodded quickly, his joy practically written all over his face. “I’ll find out as soon as possible.”

pat.

The phone hangs up.

Steve Diller looked up at the sky and felt as if a broad and promising road was laid out before him.

-

Miami.

Davis-Galli, the head of Soapy's American headquarters, arrived first and got through to Ding Ze on the phone.

Ding Ze provided an address for the meeting.

The address is an abandoned factory in the suburbs where no one lives.

Just a few minutes later;

Logan Brown, the head of the American headquarters of Jade Auction House, was a step behind and also dialed Ding Ze's number.

Ding Ze gave Logan the same address.

Done.

Ding Ze, with Mickey in tow, drove a van loaded with the twelve treasures to the meeting place.

Following them were three SUVs and twelve heavily armed men, just in case.

Davis-Galli was the fastest to react and arrived first.

Ding Ze and Mickey were standing side by side next to the van, smoking and chatting.

"How was it?" Ding Ze asked with a smile.

Mickey was a little confused. "What do you mean, how?"

"Doesn't this place have a strong atmosphere of criminal transactions?" Ding Ze's smile deepened.

“…” Mickey glanced at Ding Ze, remained silent for a few seconds, and said, “Boss, you… watch too many TV dramas, don’t you?”

“You don’t know anything,” Ding Ze said, unfazed by Mickey’s sarcastic tone. “TV dramas are good things; you should watch them more often when you have free time. You can learn a lot from them.”

For Ding Ze, this was the absolute truth.

If he hadn't watched so many American TV shows, how could he be so at ease in this world?

Of course, Mickey couldn't understand it.

"Boss, I have a question, but I don't know if I can ask it?" Mickey said after hesitating for a moment.

"If you don't know, then don't ask," Ding Ze replied with a smile.

Mickey: "...Okay."

Ding Ze didn't say anything more. When he saw the black Mercedes that had just entered come to a stop, he took the initiative to wave and greet it.

Davis-Galli recognized Ding Ze as Jason-Freeman, quickly opened the car door, got out, glanced at the men Ding Ze had brought on three sides, then ignored them, and walked towards Ding Ze with great enthusiasm, saying politely, "Mr. Freeman, it's a pleasure to meet you."