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

Coincidence?

It's possible, but the probability is extremely small.

More likely, someone stole Jason Constantine's identity...

Who?

Ding Ze!

"Is this why you seemed to have disappeared so suddenly?" Ma Hong muttered to himself, then decisively called Agent Lan. "Lan, contact Miami and have them keep a close eye on this Jason-Constantine. I just sent you the information. I suspect Ding Ze is using this Jason-Constantine identity!"

"it is good."

Ma Hong didn't say much, hung up the phone, thought for a moment, got up to pack his things, and headed to the airport.

There's nothing more to investigate in New York.

Ma Hong headed straight to Miami.

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Miami.

Ding Ze has some free time for now.

Abruzzi and his gang were incredibly busy, tirelessly carrying out the tasks assigned by Ding Ze. Some were responsible for continuing to investigate the situation of local gangs in Miami, some were responsible for collecting various information about Miami's wealthy individuals, and the rest were responsible for finding a suitable location in the suburbs to establish Dongfeng Security and build their future headquarters.

Everything is proceeding smoothly and in an orderly manner.

Ding Ze didn't participate, enjoying this brief moment of peace, and strolled off to the beach alone;

Mickey didn't follow.

Although he has only been in Miami for a few days, Mickey is in a state of confusion about life, but also conflicted and full of anticipation, because a lot has happened.

To put it more poetically, Mickey is adapting to the city and this way of life on his own.

Ding Ze didn't disturb him, letting Mickey do whatever he wanted.

Before you know it, it's noon, a new day.

Abruzzi returned from outside and found Ding Ze. "Boss, we've found the place. Shall we go take a look? If everything's alright, we can pay for it this afternoon."

Ding Ze was lying on the beach, leisurely watching the waves roll and the various beautiful women around him, and he didn't want to move at all.

Unfortunately, work is work, and you still have to do the work.

“Okay,” Ding Ze nodded and stood up.

The place Abruzzi found was located in the suburbs of Miami, about 20 kilometers from Miami, and was a wooded area overgrown with weeds and lush trees.

The woodland was surrounded by a simple barbed wire fence. Beside the path at the entrance stood an old iron sign that read: Government Property, Trespassing Prohibited.

This woodland is very large, about five million square meters, with rivers, trees and grasslands, and a very good environment. Until a year ago, it was owned by a local farming family.

Later, the farming family went bankrupt, and the woodland was seized and auctioned off by the Miami government.

These remote suburban woodlands are not suitable for investment or most businesses, hence the repeated failures to sell at auction.

The Miami government is very keen to sell this woodland as soon as possible.

Ding Ze sat in the car and quietly looked around. To be honest, he was very satisfied with the place.

In his view, such a place, far from the city and deserted, was perfect for committing crimes.

Putting everything else aside, just consider the few people released here—who would know?

"This is it."

After reviewing it once, Ding Ze made a decision.

“Okay,” Abruzzi replied.

With that, Dongfeng Security's headquarters were secured.

Once the formalities are completed, construction of houses can begin and the woodland can be transformed.

on the way back.

Ding Ze couldn't help but imagine the relevant matters of the renovation in his mind.

Considering the possibility that this place might be breached by other gangs or even government agencies like the FBI in the future…

There must be landmines, right?

Anyone who dares to show up uninvited will be blown to bits.

We need to get more mortars and the like...

Not to mention machine guns.

I don't know where I can buy a tank...

Ding Ze thought about many things for a while.

Abruzzi had no idea what Ding Ze was thinking, otherwise he would definitely feel that the future was bleak.

-

It’s noon this day.

Davis-Galli, the head of Soapyt's American headquarters, and Logan-Brown, the head of Christie's American headquarters, are both very busy.

After returning to Washington last night, the two of them immediately began planning the auction of the six treasures they had each brought back.

Just now, the two of them finally finalized the specific activity plan.

then.

Both began inviting top collectors across America to bring their checkbooks and come to Washington the next day to participate in the auction.

It didn't take too long.

The American collecting world was shaken, and the collectors who received the invitations were abuzz with discussion.

"The treasures collected by the Templars back then? As far as I know, the Templars were the predecessor of the Freemasons..."

"The twelve treasures that Soapy and Gard are auctioning tomorrow are most likely from beneath Trinity Church..."

"This seller is incredibly fast."

"It seems this is just the first wave. I heard that the treasure room under Trinity Church is very large, and there are definitely more than twelve treasures."

"I need to go check it out tomorrow."

"..."

The collectors invited by Soapy and Christie's auction houses today are no ordinary people.

Of these people, only a small portion are purely wealthy; the rest possess both basic power and money. Naturally, some of these individuals are Freemasons.

therefore.

Almost at the same time.

The top members of the Freemasons learned of the news and, without hesitation, made a decision.

Buy! Make sure you buy all twelve treasures!

In addition, send someone to contact the heads of Soapy and Catherine Auction House's American region to find out the seller's identity!

The decision was communicated very quickly.

About half an hour later.

A middle-aged man in his fifties walked out of Langley Building, got into his car, and headed to meet with Davis-Galli and Logan-Brown.

Also in Washington, not far away.

It didn't take too long.

In Davis-Galli's office.

A middle-aged man in his fifties sat opposite Davis-Galli.

Having spent so many years in Washington, Davis-Galli naturally knew that the middle-aged man in front of him was Eddie Thomas, the CIA director.

Even knowing this, Davis-Galli remained calm. He took a cigar from his cigar case and offered it to Eddie Thomas. "Chief Thomas, are you here for the six treasures to be auctioned tomorrow?"

Eddie Thomas took the cigar and nodded expressionlessly. "Mr. Galli, I need to know who the seller is."

The CIA is indeed very powerful.

Soapy's auction house has stood for centuries, with business spanning most of the world and various clandestine activities, making it quite formidable.

in short.

Both sides have a lot of shady dealings going on, and they both know that the CIA can't really do anything to Soapyt.

Davis-Galli, undeterred, replied with a smile, "Director Thomas, you know I can't provide that kind of information."

Eddie Thomas did know, “You can call him and tell him we’re willing to buy all the treasures he took from the Trinity Church’s crypt.”

Davis-Galli lit a cigar, took a puff, and asked, "Where's my bill?"

“We’ll pay,” Eddie Thomas said calmly.

Davis-Galli smiled and said, "I'll think about it."