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

"Our female vice president may not be able to defeat these two brothers."

"I helped these two brothers escape, and after that, a lot of fun things happened, you know?"

Mickey scratched his head, seemingly understanding but not quite, but based on Ding Ze's style, he thought of a possibility: "You want to kill the vice president?"

"??????" Ding Ze was stunned, then laughed angrily, "Do I look like the kind of person who would want to kill the Vice President?"

Mickey immediately nodded, "Very similar!"

"Fuck off!"

The words had barely left his mouth.

T-bag was the first to emerge from the water, put on her clothes, and walk towards Ding Ze.

Seeing this, Ding Ze didn't say anything more to Mickey, but smiled at T-bag, wanting to see what T-bag wanted to say.

T-bag walked up to Ding Ze, licked his lips, and said, "Boss Ding, I sincerely want to work for you. I believe that with my abilities, I can definitely help you in some way."

Ding Ze smiled but remained silent.

T-bag...

That person was definitely not a good person.

Ding Ze felt that if he were a slightly more righteous guy, he should have sent T-bag back to Fox River State Penitentiary without hesitation.

The issue is……

He doesn't have much of a sense of justice, and this is America...

Whether America is in chaos or not, and how chaotic it is, has nothing to do with him.

What's more...

The American justice system didn't even put T-bag in the electric chair, so in a way, he deserved it.

“Too many people want to work for me, and I can’t take them all. Here’s what we’ll do: remember my phone number,” Ding Ze replied after a moment’s thought. “What’s coming next will be very interesting. Call me when it’s crucial, and I’ll see how you perform before we talk.”

Of course, this is a scam.

Ding Ze had no intention of actually having T-bag work for him; he was just using her.

T-bag was silent for two seconds, then nodded. "Okay."

Ding Ze gave his phone number.

T-bag silently read it aloud and memorized it.

At this point, Michael and the other three had finished dressing and gone ashore.

Michael had noticed Ding Ze and T-bag's conversation long ago. His expression was somewhat gloomy, but he didn't say anything. He only said to Ding Ze, "Mr. Ding, we should go."

“Alright, let’s go,” Ding Ze said without further ado, getting up and getting into the car.

The van drove back onto the road and headed towards Oswigo.

-

As the sky began to lighten.

Ding Ze and his group arrived in Oswich.

“We need to go to a warehouse first, right?” Ding Ze began, then asked Michael, “I’ve never been here before, how do I get there?”

Michael gave Ding Ze a complicated look, but still managed to say something and point the way.

It didn't take too long.

The group arrived outside the warehouse.

Michael and Lincoln got out of the car, took out shovels and other grave-digging tools from the warehouse, and returned to the car.

"Next is the cemetery. Give me directions," Ding Ze said with a smile as he stepped on the gas. "Also, once we get to the cemetery, we have to leave. I wish you all the best for the rest of the trip."

None of the five people, including Michael, said anything.

Ding Ze hadn't forgotten about Sucre this time, and asked again, "Sucre, what's your decision? This is a golden opportunity, don't miss it!"

Sucre looked at Ding Ze, but still couldn't bring himself to kill Hector. He shook his head and said, "Let's forget about it. Thank you, Mr. Ding."

"You're welcome. It's my fault for not being able to help you. If you need any help in the future, feel free to call me. Michael has my number," Ding Zezhen said, unconcerned.

“Okay,” Sucre replied.

The cemetery is not far away.

It only took a few minutes.

Everyone arrived at their destination and got out of the car.

The same goes for Ding Ze and Mickey.

After getting off the car.

Ding Ze lit a cigarette and tossed the car keys to Sucre, saying, "Sucre, this car is yours."

"Ah," Sucre exclaimed, surprised that such a thing had happened, "Why?"

Ding Ze grinned, "I don't usually care why I do things. If I give it to you, just take it."

Having said that, he didn't give Sucre a chance to say anything more.

Ding Ze added, "Alright, let's part ways here. Be careful and don't get caught too soon, otherwise it won't be fun. See you another day."

As he said this, Ding Ze waved his hand at Mickey.

The two left on foot.

Michael watched Ding Ze and Mickey leave for almost a minute. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't figure out what Ding Ze was up to, so he gave up for the time being. "Let's go."

Michael and his five companions, carrying tools, ventured into the cemetery.

*********

Ding Ze set off immediately, and after a little time, he found a taxi in Oswick and got in with Mickey.

"Go to the nearest airport."

Oswick is no longer part of Illinois, but rather of New York.

Ding Ze also couldn't figure out which airport was the nearest.

The driver didn't move, a little uneasy. "Sir, that will cost quite a bit of money."

Ding Ze took out ten thousand US dollars from his pocket and waved it at the driver.

The driver immediately beamed, "Alright, let's go!"

Today, due to some personal matters, I'm feeling really down. That's all I can say. I'll try to recover tomorrow. Sorry.

Chapter 93 Your idea is dangerous.

On the taxi.

The radio was broadcasting about Michael and his gang's prison break.

Ding Ze listened quietly with his eyes closed. As he listened, he suddenly heard Ma Hong's voice, so he opened his eyes, perked up, and listened attentively.

After listening.

Knowing that Mahone had returned to Chicago and, just like in the original storyline, become the person in charge of the operation to capture Michael and his gang, Ding Ze chuckled, unable to help but think to himself, 'Is this fate?'

With a smile, Ding Ze closed his eyes again, too lazy to care about these things anymore, and rested quietly.

I slept all the way to the airport.

Buy a ticket, board the plane, and go back to sleep.

It's past eleven o'clock in the morning.

Ding Ze and Mickey returned to Miami.

After leaving the airport, Ding Ze called Abruzzi. Although he knew that Abruzzi hadn't called last night, which meant that nothing should have happened, he still asked.

The reality was as he expected, but also somewhat different.

“Last night, as you instructed, I called Carlos and Matteo. Later that night, instead of targeting Andrei, they joined forces and attacked Hillman’s territory.”

"After fighting for more than an hour, Hillman's men were almost all killed, and the territory was divided up by Carlos and Matteo."

So Abruzzi said.

Ding Ze paused for a moment, not surprised.

This is normal.

Hillman turned to ashes, the Ukrainian gang was in chaos without its leader, and Carlos and Matteo took advantage of the situation, which was perfectly reasonable.

So, in just three days, Miami's underworld was reduced to only three gangs.

“That’s great, it saves us a lot of trouble,” Ding Ze commented with a smile. “I’m in Miami now, I’ll be back in a bit. You can contact Peter, we can have lunch together.”

"it is good."

Back at the old hotel, I met Abruzzi.