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

"capable!!"

Mickey was indeed taken aback by the number, his expression turning serious as he threatened Ding Ze, "You'd better not be joking with me!"

"of course not."

"What do you want me to do?" Mickey asked.

Ding Ze didn't answer. "Send your two cousins ​​back home. Let's have a good talk."

The two silly cousins ​​were unhappy when they heard this.

"What Mickey can do, we can do too."

We also want to work for you.

Ding Ze shook his head.

Mickey is crazy, but he's also quite smart; he's a normal person.

The other men in the Milkovich family, well, they're definitely not normal people.

He wouldn't even take it if it were given to him for free.

See this.

Mickey thought for a moment, then turned to his two silly cousins ​​and said, "You two go back first, I'll go talk to him."

"But……"

Neither of the two idiotic cousins ​​wanted to leave.

"Go back!" Mickey said sternly without wasting any words.

The two clueless cousins ​​then left in desperation.

Mickey then walked up to Ding Ze without any fear.

"Get in the car," Ding Ze said, opening the car door.

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I sat in the passenger seat.

"Say it, what do you want me to do?" Mickey asked without any restraint, lighting a cigarette, taking a deep drag, and then asking.

"You need to do everything that a thug needs to do. Your main job is to kill. I'll tell you who to kill, and you'll kill that person."

Ding Ze replied decisively, and then threw out a bait, "If you can prove that you have the ability later, I will let you lead the team. The specific number of people you can lead will depend on your ability."

"Of course, the salary will increase then, to $100,000 a month, plus various extra subsidies."

Just how far can Mickey go?

Ding Ze couldn't explain it.

He came to see Mickey partly because it was on his way, and partly because he felt Mickey had that potential.

But potential is an elusive thing; whether it can be transformed in the future, and how much it can be transformed, are all unknowns.

and so.

Give it a try.

If it doesn't work, release it.

It doesn't take much effort.

Mickey wasn't too surprised; he'd already guessed it would be like this. "So, I have to become your whore, right?"

"In this world, who isn't someone else's whore?" Ding Ze laughed. "Everyone serves others. If you serve me, at least you can get out of this hellhole. Or do you want to stay here forever? Snatching snacks, bullying the weak? A coward for the rest of your life?"

"How I live is none of your business!" Mickey disliked hearing such words and was a little annoyed. "After all that talk, who the hell are you?"

Mickey might be able to be lured away with money.

But the most important thing to get Mickey to follow you willingly is strength.

And as for strength... he just happens to have it.

"Did you watch the news this afternoon?" Ding Ze asked with a smile.

Mickey asked, puzzled, "What news?"

"My boss is Ding Ze."

As soon as these words came out.

moment!

Mickey's expression changed drastically; his slightly immature face was filled with disbelief.

"Fxxk!"

"are you serious?"

Ding Ze smiled and nodded.

Having received confirmation, Mickey took several deep drags on his cigarette, then asked curiously, "Did your boss really kill so many FBI agents?"

"Only a dozen or so."

"Awesome!" Mickey genuinely praised, then finished the rest of his cigarette in one go, getting serious. "Although it would be exciting to work with you guys in the FBI, I don't think I have the ability. I'm afraid I can't earn this kind of money."

"Do you think the FBI is scary?" Ding Ze asked with a smile.

“Nonsense!” Mickey readily admitted.

"So you think my boss is an idiot? If the FBI is really that scary, why did he do that this afternoon?"

Mickey was speechless for two seconds, "...Maybe your boss really is an idiot."

"Haha, you've got some nerve," Ding Ze chuckled. "My boss's a businessman, the FBI won't be a problem for him. Besides, his next focus is Mexico and Colombia. How about it? Think you're capable of that?"

Mickey: "..."

Good guy!

Mexico?

Colombia???

Cartel?

When compared like this...

The FBI is definitely not going to be a problem anymore...

After all, when it comes to brutality, Cartel completely outclasses the FBI!

Chapter 70: Back to prison for a visit.

Mickey fell silent.

True.

In terms of brutality, Cartel completely surpasses the FBI.

However, unlike his involvement with the FBI, he wasn't as afraid to take on Cartel.

After all, the FBI represents the official power of the United States, while Cartel is just a criminal organization.

There's a big difference between going against the authorities and gangsters eating each other.

Mickey hesitated for a moment, but at the same time, he couldn't help but feel a little excited.

Ding Ze was in no hurry, smoking a cigarette and waiting quietly.

For a long time.

Mickey spoke up, "I need to think about it."

“Okay, write down my number. Call me when you’ve thought it over,” Ding Ze said, not expecting it to be so easy and not paying much attention.

Mickey took out his phone and wrote down the number.

“Mickey, you only get one chance. If you miss this opportunity, you might really have to stay here for the rest of your life. Think it over carefully,” Ding Ze added.

These words were unpleasant, but now that he knew Ding Ze's identity, Mickey didn't curse. He nodded silently, got out of the car, and left.

Ding Ze didn't linger either.

About half an hour later.

After buying a laptop and some changes of clothes, Ding Ze found a hotel, took a shower, sat on the bed, turned on the laptop, and started reading the news.

Of course.

News of Ma Hong and his gang being murdered is everywhere online.

After looking at it for a while, Ding Ze began to purposefully search for relevant news in various states and cities.

I just kept watching.

Before I knew it, I fell asleep.

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