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

next moment.

Ding Ze drew his gun and shot the bodyguard who was about to walk in front of him. Then, with a flick of his arm, he opened fire on the others besides Falcon.

Felix was only a fraction of a second slower, and he drew his gun as well.

Bang bang bang.

Gunshots rang out one after another.

In the blink of an eye, Falcon was all alone in the office.

Falcon was utterly shocked, unable to believe that anyone in Tijuana would dare to touch him. "You've made a huge mistake!!"

A sissy is a sissy; even at times like this, his speech is still incredibly effeminate.

“Isabella,” Falcon threatened Ding Ze and Felix, then looked at Isabella, who had already dodged behind the wall and looked somewhat uneasy, “you’re dead too.”

In fact, under normal circumstances, Falcon was not wrong.

At that moment, the bodyguards outside the office heard the gunshots and notified all the bodyguards inside the villa, preparing to rush into the office.

then.

Ding Ze turned around, swiftly dispatched the bodyguard who had just rushed in, then turned the gun to Sicily-Falcon's lower abdomen and pulled the trigger. "I don't like sissies."

The vital point was hit, and instantly, Sicily-Falcon was in excruciating pain, howling incessantly.

How miserable.

Without delay, Ding Ze waved to Felix and Isabella and said with a smile, "Come on, please help him up, let's go out."

Hear the words.

Felix and Isabella didn't dare to hesitate and immediately moved to help Sicily-Falcon, who was curled up in pain, to his feet.

Just at this time.

A group of armed bodyguards rushed in.

at the same time.

Gunfire erupted all around the villa.

"Don't move, or your boss will die here," Ding Ze said with a smile to the menacing-looking bodyguards as he stood behind Falcon.

Seeing the scene before them and hearing the gunshots that seemed to be coming from all directions, along with the screams that followed, the bodyguards knew exactly what had happened.

"We're surrounded!" the bodyguards exclaimed in silent terror.

"Alright, retreat quickly, or you'll all die," Ding Ze said again, noticing the bodyguards' reaction.

Hear this.

Some of the bodyguards started to back down.

However, none of Falcon's close associates made a move.

"If the boss dies, you all die too!!!" one of the henchmen roared angrily.

The roar had just been heard.

Ding Ze waved his hand and fired a shot, killing the guy who was talking.

The world has lost another Mexican.

The remaining confidants: "!!!!!!!"

Ding Ze wasn't in a hurry. He pressed the hot muzzle of the gun against Falcon's head and said, "Mr. Falcon, come on, help your men back off."

His head was burned, and Falcon immediately yelled, "Back off, back off quickly!!"

The boss gave the order, and the remaining confidants dared not disobey, so they finally got to work.

Unfortunately, it's too late.

A dozen or so veterans rushed into the corridor outside the office.

"Put down your weapons and raise your hands immediately!!!" the team leader shouted.

On one side, the boss is under control; on the other side, there's a bunch of hooded gunmen...

None of the bodyguards really wanted to die.

Given the current situation, surrendering and waiting for the government's main force to arrive to provide support is the wise course of action.

In no time.

The bodyguards lowered their weapons and all raised their hands.

See this.

Supporting Falcon on either side, Felix and Isabella, who had just faced so many dark gun barrels and truly felt like they had walked through the gates of hell, both drenched in cold sweat, breathed a sigh of relief in unison.

Ding Ze saw this, stepped out from behind Falcon, and laughed, “Experiencing this situation once will greatly benefit your courage.”

Felix: "..."

Isabella: "..." (End of Chapter)

Chapter 145, the story is over; a plaything.

Two hundred carefully selected veterans could easily handle the amateur bodyguards in a place like Tijuana.

Soon.

The entire villa in Falcon was then under Ding Ze's control.

Of course, this control wouldn't last long, as many of the prominent guests present had already made phone calls.

It's estimated that the police officers, and even the military, who have been bribed by Falcon, will arrive here soon.

and so.

Ding Ze couldn't afford to waste any more time; he needed to finish the job quickly and couldn't let Tijuana become a battlefield, fighting the police and even the military...

If war really breaks out, he won't die, but of the two hundred veterans who came, I'm afraid not many will make it to the end.

Not worth it.

Sacrificing so many people for little reward would be a losing proposition.

“Isabella, go and pick out those politicians and tell them they either die or keep the police and military away from causing trouble here,” Ding Ze said as he walked into the huge living room.

Upon hearing this, Isabella didn't dare to hesitate for a moment and immediately hurried towards the living room.

All the guests present tonight have been gathered in the living room.

More than two hundred people stood there, some tense and some angry, creating a rather spectacular scene.

After speaking to Isabella, Ding Ze took out his phone and called Blue Man.

The call was answered immediately.

“I’m in Tijuana right now, and Sicily-Falcon is in my hands. He’s about to die,” Ding Ze said calmly. “Does your chief have the ability to stop Tijuana law enforcement from getting involved?”

The blue man was speechless.

Blue Man knows who Sicily-Falcon is.

Because I knew, I was really shocked.

“Mr. Ding, Tijuana is practically a Sicilian-Falconian state, you…” Blue Man didn’t dare say anything harsh to Ding Ze, “I’ll call the director right now.”

“Okay, have Director Nava tell those big shots in Tijuana that after tonight, I’ll support them, and the cost will double.”

Politicians who are corrupt to the core only care about money.

If you have money, it's not a big problem.

Upon hearing this, the blue man immediately breathed a sigh of relief, feeling reassured and not believing that the matter would be too difficult. "Okay."

The phone hangs up.

Ding Ze put away his phone.

Sicily-Falcon, supported by Felix, walked beside Ding Ze and clearly heard what Ding Ze said. At this moment, his heart sank to the bottom; he was basically certain that it was all over...

then.

Enduring excruciating pain, and truly not wanting to die, Sicily-Falcon resolutely begged for mercy, "Mr. Ding, spare me! Whatever you want, I'll give you..."

Falcon was interrupted by Ding Ze before he could finish speaking.

Ding Ze smiled and said, "Mr. Falcon, don't be like that. People in our line of work should be prepared to die at any time. Tonight, walk with your head held high and leave a good impression on everyone."

Sicily-Falcon: "..."

Damn it.

You're the one who's going to die! How dare you say such sarcastic things!

Sicily-Falcon was in excruciating pain and cursed inwardly for a while.

Interestingly, after hurling his insults, Sicily-Falcon calmed down because he realized he was going to die that night, and more importantly, he understood why he had to die.

"You want to use me to establish authority in Tijuana!" Sicily-Falcon suddenly felt very sad, realizing that he had become a tool for establishing authority.