People are in American dramas, American Iihe

Miami.

After basically resting for a day doing nothing, Ding Zezhi felt a lot more relaxed.

In the blink of an eye, it's a new day.

After waking up naturally from a good sleep, Ding Ze got up and lit a cigarette. Then, he packed up and without further ado, he went out and headed straight for Dongfeng Security's private airport and flew to New York as planned.

Soon, we arrived in New York.

Ding Ze got in the car and drove towards the city.

It is worth mentioning that Comrade Harold has used some means to hide himself and Comrade Reese, so the Samaritans cannot find them for the time being.

However, this is not a problem.

After all, there is no way to find Harold and Reese directly, so let's try to find them indirectly... For example, you can talk to Fusco, Comrade Doudou.

It is quite easy to find Comrade Doudou.

In just a moment, at Ding Ze's request, the Samaritan sent Comrade Doudou's mobile phone number to Ding Ze's mobile phone.

Ding Ze lit a cigarette and drove as he drove.

"Fusco," Fusco saw the incoming call, answered the phone, and introduced himself.

"Hello, Detective Fusco, my name is Ding Ze. I'm in New York now and need to meet with you," Ding Ze said with a smile.

The words hit my ears.

There was nothing wrong with it. Fusco was stunned for a moment, and then he instinctively didn't believe it, or refused to believe it, thinking that someone was joking with him, "Assohle, don't joke like that, who are you?"

"Haha, Detective Fusco, I really can't fool you," Ding Ze replied with a big laugh, "I'm Ding Ze, where are you, let's meet, please, don't make me say it for the third time."

Gordon.

Twice...
Is this really the crazy murderer Ding Ze?

Nima.

What does Ding Ze want to see him for?
Fusco's expression changed drastically, he was really scared... There was nothing he could do about it. In today's America, how many people would not be afraid when Ding Ze suddenly showed up at their doorstep?

Fusco was so frightened that he couldn't speak for a moment. After one second, two seconds, and three seconds, he finally managed to speak, "Are you really Ding Ze?"

"Well," Ding Ze smiled back, "Americans don't lie to Americans."

"You want to kill me?" Fusco asked, gritting his teeth and suppressing his fear.

"Of course not. If I want to kill you, why would I need to inform you? Don't you think so?" Ding Ze said with a smile, "I just want to ask you for a small favor."

Fusco gritted his teeth and thought about it.

Okay, that does make some sense.

If you want to kill the crazy murderer Ding Ze, you don't need to go through so much trouble.

So it is.

Although, if he had a choice, Fusco would definitely not want to meet Ding Ze, but unfortunately, he had no choice.

"Okay, in five minutes, xxx restaurant," Fusco answered reluctantly.

"It will take less than five minutes, maybe twenty minutes," Ding Ze estimated the time and replied.

Fusco had no choice but to agree, "Okay."

Ding Ze said nothing more and hung up the phone.

Toot toot~~~~
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Xxx restaurant.

This restaurant is quite famous, and the key point is that there are many people, so Fusco chose this place. Although to be honest, Fusco didn't think that madman Ding Ze would have any scruples about this, but he wanted to be at ease. Fusco arrived first, observed it, and chose a seat that was most convenient for running away, and waited anxiously.

After seven or eight minutes, Ding Ze drove to the door, saw Fusco at a glance, smiled, put on sunglasses and a hat, walked in, and sat opposite Fusco.

Immediately, Fusco's body shook, he was so nervous.

no way.

The person opposite is the famous madman and murderer Ding Ze. It would be strange if I wasn't nervous.

"Mr. Ding," Fusco, who was nervous but not stupid, and could even be said to be quite smart, decisively chose to take the initiative and greeted him.

Ding Ze grinned, "I'm a little hungry. Is there anything delicious here? Let's eat something."

Fusco had no appetite at all and hesitated for a moment, "Mr. Ding, what do you want to talk to me about?"

"Go and order some food. By the way, call your friend who likes to wear suits and ask him to come here with his friend Harold. Tell him that I'm treating them to lunch," Ding Ze said with a smile.

After that, before Fusco could say anything, Ding Ze raised his hand and waved to a waiter not far away, "Hello, I want to order."

"Coming," the waitress responded with a smile.

Fusco was quite smart and had figured out why Ding Ze was looking for him... He realized that Ding Ze was not looking for him but for John, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

Then, Fusco did not dare to say anything more. He took out his cell phone and called John Reese. "My friend, I am at xx restaurant. Mr. Ding Zeding from Miami wants to invite you and a friend of yours named Harold to have lunch together."

Reese, who was in the newly moved base, immediately became tense when he heard Ding Ze's name.

However, as cold as Reese was, he did not panic at all. Instead, he asked in a deep voice, "Ding Ze is in front of you?"

"Yeah," Fusco glanced at Ding Ze and replied.

"Well, Fusco, take out your gun and shoot Dinze in the head," Reese said coolly.

"????" Fusco's eyebrows twitched subconsciously, "Are you kidding? If you have the guts, do it yourself!"

After saying that, Fusco quickly added, "I told you what happened, that's it."

After saying this, Fusco hung up the phone.

The two of them were sitting so close to each other, and Ding Ze had very good hearing, so he could clearly hear the conversation between Fusco and Reese, and he smiled happily, "John Reese, you are still so humorous. From your tone, it seems that you haven't met Harold yet?"

Fusco had indeed never seen him before, so he shook his head and asked, "Who is Harold?"

"The man standing behind John Reese," Ding Ze smiled back, "In game terms, he's the big boss."

Fusco had long suspected, and was even almost certain, that there was someone behind John Reese. When he heard this, he immediately understood, "So that's how it is... Are you going to kill them?"

Ding Ze immediately shook his head and smiled, "Of course not. I just want to talk to Harold and see if the two sides can come up with a plan for peaceful coexistence. That's all. Don't worry."

Fusco was very skeptical about the truth of this statement, but he didn't ask any more questions and just ordered his food obediently.

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the other side.

John Reese thought silently for two seconds, and then told Harold what Fusco said.

After listening.

There was nothing wrong with him. Harold frowned and said, "Mr. Reese, do you think that lunatic is here to kill me?"

Reese kept a straight face and nodded without hesitation, "It's possible. After all, you helped the [Eternal Life Club] fight against him. But it's unlikely."

"Because if he wanted to kill you, he wouldn't have to send the message through Fusco."

"I think he wants to talk to you." (End of this chapter)