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

The two talked and got into the car.

“Well then, Mr. Ding, see you tonight,” Janet said playfully.

“Okay,” Ding Ze nodded.

Having been apart for so long, both of them had some work to do, so they dropped Janet off outside the hotel under construction and parted ways.

Ding Ze lit a cigarette and headed to Dongfeng Security alone.

On the road, there's nothing else to do but idle around.

Ding Ze thought for a moment, then made a call to Mickey, intending to check on him.

Mickey is so bored in Mexico that he's playing at the leafy plantation outside Guadalajara, just like he always does.

The reason he stayed here was simple: Mickey preferred Mexican greens to Colombian flour.

Putting everything else aside, let me just mention one thing.

Colombian flour is seriously harmful to the brain, and can even be fatal if you're not careful. Mickey doesn't want to touch that stuff; he thinks that growing green leaves is just fine.

Upon receiving Ding Ze's call, Mickey immediately smiled instinctively, "Boss, it's rare for you to call me."

"Haha, what are you saying?" Ding Ze laughed. "I've been traveling for a while now and haven't had a chance to meet up."

Mickey was really bored. He would occasionally call Abruzzi to chat and learned about this. "Boss, you're having a lot of fun, but I'm suffering. I can only look at green leaves here every day."

Ding Ze laughed, "Bored, huh? If you're bored, you can take a few days off to come back and visit. With transportation so convenient these days, it's not a hassle."

Mickey does have vacation time and does plan to go back to Miami for a few days, "but I'm afraid not recently, things are a bit chaotic here."

Upon hearing this, Ding Ze was slightly surprised. "Oh? So fast? What's going on?"

Mickey didn't waste any time and started talking in one go.

What else could it be?

It's very simple, it boils down to one word: money.

After about two months of development, the Guadalajara Group not only stabilized but also made a lot of money.

With more money comes more problems.

The bosses of all the major plazas wanted to make more money, but Felix firmly held the power to allocate goods.

Then, power—how tempting! Felix developed selfish motives, not for money, but for control, or rather, to train the bosses of the various plazas.

In short, the distribution of goods was uneven, and the bosses who received less goods were naturally unhappy and dissatisfied.

Besides this problem, there is an even more difficult one.

Felix's greed.

Originally, Felix didn't need to do anything himself; he could earn a lot of money just by sitting in the office most of the time, which was enough to make some bosses complain... On this basis, Felix gradually became greedy...

Who can bear this?

“Recently, a couple of gang leaders have been making a big fuss, attracting the attention of the Mexican government. If this continues, something bad is bound to happen sooner or later,” Mickey said.

Ding Ze listened quietly.

It's normal for trouble to happen to the Guadalajara Group under Felix's rule; it would be strange if nothing happened.

"It's alright, out with the old, in with the new," Ding Ze said with a smile. "What's Lafi up to lately?"

“Raphael? Nothing special, just acting crazy all the time, the same old thing,” Mickey replied.

Ding Ze was slightly surprised to hear this, but didn't think much of it. "So, have you assembled your own team yet?"

The truth is, while he may be bored, Mickey hasn't been idle all the time. He has indeed assembled a team, though it's still small and has a limited number of members.

Mickey explained it simply.

After listening quietly, Ding Ze said, "No rush, just follow this pace and grow slowly."

“Hmm,” Mickey replied.

The two chatted for a while longer before ending the call.

Arrived at Dongfeng Security.

After verifying his identity, Ding Ze drove in and headed straight for the core area.

Skillful.

As soon as I got closer, I saw a group of guys in FBI uniforms loitering around, and I had no idea what they were up to.

Ding Ze ignored him, parked his car, and wandered off to the company building. Then, he took a secret passage to the second basement level.

Abruzzi is here, intently watching the surveillance footage.

Seeing this, Ding Ze, intending to scare him, suddenly called out, "John."

Abruzzi was indeed startled. He turned his head, speechless. "Boss, you know how scary it is to scare someone to death?"

"Haha, I know, that's why I scared you," Ding Ze said with a laugh.

Abruzzi was speechless, but didn't know what to say, so he could only shake his head helplessly and change the subject, "You just got back?"

"Hmm, I see more FBI agents coming up. What are they up to?" (End of Chapter)

Chapter 184 International Rescue, Top Hackers

“The information we have so far is that they seem to know we have underground structures and want to find them,” Abruzzi replied.

"Oh?" Ding Ze responded, "We have a mole?"

Abruzzi remained noncommittal, saying, "Perhaps, but the probability is low. If there really were a mole, the FBI would have mobilized a large force and rushed down here."

This makes sense.

Ding Ze nodded and looked at the surveillance video on the screen.

These FBI agents are really annoying, they keep coming back like mosquitoes that you can't kill.

After chatting for a while, Ding Ze returned to the ground, found a place to sit down, lit a cigarette, and quietly watched the FBI agents.

Before long, an FBI agent noticed Ding Ze and looked over.

Ding Ze smiled back, exhaled a long puff of smoke, and pondered how to stop the FBI from causing trouble.

Unfortunately, there aren't any particularly good solutions.

The solutions we can think of are all extremely disruptive and involve killing many people.

Oh, what a headache.

Before we knew it, evening had arrived.

The FBI agents left.

Ding Ze lay on the bed in the wooden cabin, looking at his phone.

The FBI is a large agency in the United States, and its scale is quite large. Therefore, if you want to get rid of the FBI's entanglement, it is meaningless to just kill a certain FBI director. After all, if a director falls, a new director will immediately appear.

Ding Ze was too lazy to think about it anymore. He decided to leave this mess to Abruzzi and Vincent.

If that doesn't work, then let's go to war.

night.

Ding Ze had dinner with Dongfeng Security and Abruchi and others.

During dinner, Ding Ze asked Vincent about the progress of the cyber force's development.

Vincent gave a very detailed reply.

This cyber force was Ding Ze's idea.

Ding Ze wanted to build a super-powerful hacker group, partly to make future criminal activities smoother, and partly to make it easier to eliminate all traces as much as possible.

Therefore, Ding Ze wanted to gather as many capable hackers from around the world as possible to work for him.

"Boss, there's just one problem," Vincent said after giving a detailed reply. After much hesitation, he finally decided to bite the bullet and bring up the story of the top hacker trapped in Yilang.

“I tried all sorts of methods, but I still couldn’t get him out of Iran. The Iranian government knew of his existence and sent a large number of people to search for him day and night,” Vincent said.

"So?" Ding Ze asked.

Vincent, still steeling himself, said, "So, boss, I think it might be necessary for you to go there yourself."

Ding Ze: "???"

Go to that inhumane, hellish place like Yilang?

Ok.

"Should I go and bring the person out?" Ding Ze asked.

Vincent nodded. "There's no other way for the time being."

Ding Ze took out a cigarette, lit it, and began to ponder.

Before long, a sense of déjà vu surged forth.

what is this?