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

Well, that's great. They've brought so many fully armed guys, with a dazzling array of guns and ammunition.

This is fucking amazing!

The captains were panicked, afraid to speak or even look around, hoping only to reach Las Vegas as soon as possible and return alive.

Although it looks quite difficult.

Because the requirement they received was a round trip, not a one-way trip.

After arriving in Las Vegas, they would have to wait until a certain time to transport the fully armed men back to Miami.

This whole ordeal will take at least ten hours.

Anything can happen in such a long time; who can guarantee they won't die?

Miami.

After seeing off the last batch of employees, Janet breathed a sigh of relief and then looked up at the night sky.

She was very worried about Ding Ze and instinctively wanted to make a call to hear his voice, but she knew that she couldn't make a call at this time and couldn't disturb Ding Ze. She had to wait patiently.

Ugh.

Stay safe.

Las Vegas.

Ding Ze was safe and sound, smiling as he held his sniper rifle, bang bang bang, one shot after another, thoroughly enjoying himself. (End of Chapter)

Chapter 176 Las Vegas, Fallen.

Las Vegas.

Two groups of people, almost simultaneously, bombarded the mansions of the two bosses who were running the venue with bullets, and who knows how many people were killed.

Then, they rushed into the mansion and began a massacre.

After the massacre, they blew up the mansions, moved on to the remaining mansions of the other gambling den owners.

On the road.

Ding Ze received the news that the thousand employees he needed had all boarded the plane and would arrive here soon.

Ding Ze thought for a moment, lit a cigarette, turned to Abruzzi beside him and smiled, "Do you think Washington has received the news?"

Upon hearing the name Washington, Abruzzi couldn't help but shudder, seriously suspecting that Ding Xiu was up to something big again. He panicked, "Boss, what are you planning?"

"It's nothing," Ding Ze smiled faintly, "I'm just thinking about my backup plan."

“What does the rear route have to do with Washington?” Abruzzi asked.

Ding Ze shook his head with a smile, "We can't fight the army, so if we want this matter to end satisfactorily, and if there's no evidence linking us to it..."

"The military cannot enter the scene quickly, and ideally, the attention of most Americans cannot be focused on Las Vegas."

Upon hearing this, Abruzzi understood and was immediately dumbfounded. "You're planning to go to Washington?"

“Hmm,” Ding Ze smiled and nodded, “Do you think the US government would be preoccupied with Las Vegas in the short term if the White House were attacked?”

Abruch: "!!!!"

Vincent: "!!"

This is absolutely insane!

The White House was attacked?

Are you kidding me?

Vincent couldn't take it anymore. "Boss, calm down. We can't go crazy like this."

Upon hearing this, Abruzzi quickly nodded in agreement, "Yes, boss, you really need to calm down. This is no joke; you'll die."

Ding Ze shook his head and said calmly, "No, don't worry."

A sniper rifle with a 100% hit rate within 5,000 meters.

Go to Washington, find a spot far away, and fire a few shots at the White House. It doesn't matter if you hit anyone, as long as the White House is attacked...

The attention of the vast majority of Americans will absolutely be focused on the White House incident.

At that point, this little thing in Las Vegas will really be nothing.

Ding Ze decided to give it a try, not for any other reason than that it was a lot of fun.

"I'm leaving Las Vegas to you. Finish before dawn, and all our bodies must be removed," Ding Ze said, making his decision.

Abruzzi: "???"

Vincent: "??????"

He's gone mad, completely mad.

Unfortunately, what can be done?

Soon, Ding Ze got out of the car alone, randomly picked a parked car on the roadside, broke it open, started the engine, and drove straight to the airport.

On the road.

Ding Ze took out his phone and called Davis-Galli, the owner of Soapyt Auction House. "Good evening, Mr. Galli."

Davis-Galli immediately responded politely, "Good evening, Mr. Ding."

"Have you heard about what happened in Las Vegas?" Ding Ze asked with a smile.

Davis-Galli responded without hesitation, "I just saw it, it's really scary."

Ding Ze laughed, "It's alright, not too scary, just a little bit of trouble."

hum.

Davis-Galli understood and was immediately stunned. "Mr. Ding, you..."

“I have business to do here, but unfortunately the people here aren’t very cooperative. I can only make a fuss, you understand,” Ding Ze said.

Davis-Galli's forehead was covered in cold sweat. A terrible doubt arose in his mind about the phone call. "Yes, I understand. Mr. Ding, who called me?"

"I need your help with a small favor, is that alright?" Ding Ze said.

The terrible suspicions just became a reality.

Davis-Galli knew perfectly well that this favor was no small matter; it was an enormous one. But should he refuse?

There's no way to refuse.

Davis-Galli was equally aware that since doing business with Ding Ze, the two were now in the same boat, and if Ding Ze made any request, there was no way he could refuse.

If I refuse, I might die.

“Mr. Ding, please speak,” Davis-Galli’s voice trembled slightly.

Ding Ze sensed it and grinned, "Don't panic, it's really just a small favor. I need you to discreetly get me a high-performance sniper rifle with an effective range of over three thousand meters immediately."

"After finding the gun, arrange for a car to put both the gun and the car at the airport."

"that's it."

Upon hearing this, Davis-Galli immediately and instinctively breathed a sigh of relief.

It's just a gun and a car; it's really not a big deal and won't cause much trouble.

Davis-Galli relaxed a bit. "You're coming to Washington right away?"

"Hmm," Ding Ze responded, "So, how about it, can you help with this?"

“Sure, when do you need it?” Davis-Galli wisely refrained from asking Ding Ze what he wanted to do.

I won't ask, I don't want to ask, I don't want to know.

"Within an hour and a half," Ding Ze replied indifferently.

“Yes, I’ll get it done,” Davis-Galli assured him.

"Thank you, I'll treat you to dinner another day," Ding Ze said with a smile.

"Ok."

After the call ended, Ding Ze lit another cigarette and focused on driving towards the airport.

It's not late yet, only around eight o'clock.

The radio announcer is broadcasting the latest developments in Las Vegas.

The latest development is that a major gang war has broken out in Las Vegas, with criminals brazenly fighting against law enforcement. It is believed that law enforcement will soon win this battle.

In short, the mayor of Las Vegas clearly does not believe the situation is serious enough to warrant closing the airport.

The airport in Las Vegas is still operating smoothly.

Ding Ze smiled and sped up.

It didn't take long before we arrived at the airport.

The next flight to Washington was scheduled to take off in about half an hour. Ding Ze bought a first-class ticket, leisurely checked in, and boarded the plane.

More than half an hour later, the plane took off.