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

"Let me introduce myself first. I am the man you sent your men to hunt down yesterday evening. My real name is Ding Ze. You may have heard of me."

Have you heard of Bazad? Yes, I have!

and so.

In an instant.

Bazad's pupils dilated in shock, his eyes widening as if they were about to pop out of their sockets.

Ding Ze!!!

Ding Ze, the one who killed a bunch of FBI agents!!!

Jesus!

How could this be...?

'What did I do?' Bazard regretted it, regretted it terribly, and instinctively wanted to beg for forgiveness and apologize.

Unfortunately, he couldn't move his mouth and couldn't utter a single word.

Seeing this, Ding Ze smiled and shook his head, "I'm sorry, I can't lift you out of this vegetative state. It seems I'm not fortunate enough to hear what you want to say."

"Well then, let's leave it at that. It's the middle of the night, and I need to go back to sleep, so let's not waste any more time."

As he said this, Ding Ze raised the brand-new axe.

Bazade watched, filled with despair, fear, regret, and tears streaming down his face.

About five minutes passed.

Mickey successfully found the money and goods that Bazard had brought in a room, returned to the living room, and saw what Ding Ze was doing...

Ugh~~~

Instantly, a violent urge to vomit rushed into Mickey's head.

Vomit even flowed into Mickey's throat.

Mickey was just a hair's breadth away from vomiting.

Mickey gritted his teeth and held it in, then dashed out of the house in one breath, before bursting into a fit of vomiting.

That vomiting spree was really impressive.

When Mickey finished vomiting, he genuinely felt like he had brought up bile.

Tens of seconds later.

Mickey got into the car, trembling, pulled out a cigarette, and started smoking furiously, desperately trying to erase the scene he had just witnessed from his mind...

Not long after.

After finishing his work, Ding Ze walked out of the house, got into the car, sat in the driver's seat, glanced at Mickey, whose face was as pale as paper and who was still trembling, and drove towards the hotel without saying a word.

Chapter 120 Citywide manhunt: One word—kill!

Back in the hotel's underground parking lot.

"Are you feeling better?" Ding Ze asked with a faint smile.

Mickey heard this and nodded.

It's better now.

However, the chilling images in my mind remain incredibly clear and I can't shake them off.

"That's good. You get used to these things. John and the others reacted quite strongly when they first saw it, but they got used to it later," Ding Ze said calmly.

Mickey: "???"

Good guy!

This isn't the first time?

Has anyone been chopped into mincemeat before?

Ah, meat sauce...

Mickey couldn't stop vomiting again; he felt nauseous and wanted to throw up, his expression contorting.

Ding Ze looked at it, shook his head, and couldn't resist provoking him, "How about I let you do it next time?"

The voice reached my ears.

Mickey was instantly jolted, unable to hold on any longer. He immediately pushed open the car door, leaned out, and vomited.

"Haha," Ding Ze was very satisfied with the effect. He laughed and got out of the car, opened the back door, and took out the two large luggage bags that Mickey had taken from Bazard.

Both bags were quite heavy.

The bag contained stacks of cash, which looked to be around ten million.

The other bag was full of goods, mostly bundles of flour, and the rest were miscellaneous medicines.

"The harvest is not bad," Ding Ze read aloud after a quick glance. Then, he suddenly wanted to see if the money could remove Mickey's psychological barrier. So, he bent down, took out $100,000 from his bag, and tossed it to Mickey, "Here, this is your bonus."

Mickey was stunned when he heard this.

Is $100,000 a lot? No, it's not.

During the time Mickey spent with Ding Ze, he saw far too much money.

But that money belonged to Ding Ze, while this $100,000 was his own…

The meaning is different.

After staring at the money for two seconds, the chilling image in his mind silently blurred a little. Unaware of this, Mickey smiled faintly and said, "Thank you, boss."

Look at Mickey's reaction.

Ding dong.

The experimental results are in.

Money is indeed a panacea.

If the medicine isn't effective enough, there's only one reason: not enough money was paid.

Ding Ze smiled and thought, "Alright, let's get off the bus."

“Okay,” Mickey nodded.

Soon, the two of them, each carrying a bag, went upstairs to their respective rooms, washed up, and rested.

In a blink of an eye.

Dawn breaks and the sun rises.

This morning.

Albuquerque was bombed.

-

The mayor of Liddell Eaton was attacked in the early hours of the morning; his home was riddled with bullets!

In two locations within the city, more than thirty bodies lay in pools of blood, a scene of utter carnage!

In one of the living rooms, a Black man was chopped into mincemeat!

In a large courtyard outside the city, there were about a dozen corpses, which had been stiff for some time.

early morning.

Naturally, police cars, sirens blaring, sped off.

News vans were also speeding along at breakneck speed.

It didn't take long.

Television and radio were filled with related news reports.

The residents of Albuquerque gradually learned about these events, either by sight or by hearing about them.

The entire city was in turmoil.

Inside the mayor's office, amidst this tremor.

'Snapped! '

Liddell Eaton slammed his fist on his desk, roaring, "Lock down the city!!! We must catch Ding Ze at all costs!!"

Hear this.

Summoned over, the Albuquerque Police Chief, head of the DEA Albuquerque division, and captain of the FBI agents who had arrived a couple of days earlier, sitting opposite Liddell Eaton, immediately exchanged a knowing glance.

None of the three spoke.

After Liddell Eaton finished shouting, he lowered his voice slightly and said to the FBI agent captain with a serious expression, "I expect the FBI to immediately send a large number of people over to assist in the search."

Liddell Eaton wasn't negotiating or requesting; he was giving orders, even though, in truth, he had no authority to make such a demand.

The FBI agent captain didn't mind and readily agreed, "Okay, I'll apply right away."

Liddell Eaton didn't waste any time, turning to the police chief and the head of the DEA branch, "You two cooperate fully and mobilize all personnel. Today, we must search every hotel in the city."