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

"Not long ago, I received a small notebook from Sofia. It was a bird atlas, and it didn't look particularly special."

Ding Ze grinned. "That's because you don't know how to look at it. Where are you now? I need to see that notebook."

Now that things have come to this, concealing it will only make things worse.

Lincoln was well aware of this, so he didn't dare to hide it and quickly and honestly gave the address.

“Okay, I’ll be right there,” Ding Ze said without hesitation, then hung up the phone and headed straight for Lincoln’s location.

About ten minutes later.

Everything went smoothly, and nothing happened.

Ding Ze met Lincoln, then took the notebook Lincoln handed him and opened it.

Ding-dong, this is a fake.

As a fan of the original series, Ding Ze knew exactly what the bird atlas was all about. After flipping through it for just a couple of seconds, he was certain that Lincoln had handed over a fake.

So, since Comrade Lincoln won't shed tears until he sees the coffin, it's time to let him see it.

Ding Ze smiled, casually tossed the bird atlas in his hand onto the table, and then summoned the paralyzing worm, allowing it to enter Lincoln's body.

Once he was certain that the paralyzing worm had entered Lincoln's body, Ding Ze smiled and said, "Lincoln, it seems you really don't know who I am."

"You have three seconds to hand over the real thing, otherwise, considering how you've treated me like a fool time and time again, I'm really going to show you what the real me is like."

The words came out.

hum.

Lincoln's expression changed drastically, and cold sweat immediately beaded on his bald head.

One second, two seconds...

"I'm sorry, I know I was wrong, I won't do it again," Lincoln said, collapsing in a huff. He then pulled out a bird atlas from his large pocket and handed it to Ding Ze.

Ding Ze maintained his smile, remained silent, and simply took the bird atlas with a smile, flipping through it.

Yes, it's genuine.

The building plans for the company headquarters' underground structure are on it.

With this thing, stealing Sera will be much easier.

Ding Ze flipped through it briefly, checked it over, and made sure there were no missing pages before smiling and speaking again, "Lincoln, why don't you just hand it over directly? Why are we going through all this trouble?"

"I'll take this back and take a look. I'll return it to you tonight, don't worry."

"Furthermore, as payment for your two attempts to trick me, I have to punish you."

"You should be able to understand, right?"

"After all, I am a serial killer, and I have so many employees to manage."

"If they find out that someone tricked me and I did nothing, then the team will be hard to lead."

After hearing these words clearly, Lincoln was truly terrified. His body trembled uncontrollably, and he hurriedly begged for forgiveness, "I'm sorry, Mr. Ding, I really know I was wrong. I will never do it again. Please forgive me this time..."

Before he could finish speaking, the paralyzing worm released its toxins, and Lincoln's body suddenly stiffened, his words abruptly cut off, and he was unable to move.

Seeing this, Ding Ze smiled brightly, slowly got up and said, "I know you can hear me. Don't worry, you won't die. You'll just be unable to move for a few hours."

"This punishment is already very lenient. Remember, you won't be so lucky next time."

"Well then, see you here tonight."

After saying that, Ding Ze turned and walked away with a smile.

Lincoln sat motionless in his chair, his eyes darting around frantically, utterly desperate and terrified.

At that moment, Lincoln was filled with genuine regret!

What the hell.

Why listen to Michael? Why try to deceive Ding Ze, that incredibly monstrous and incompetent serial killer!

Ding Ze left, got into his car, found a copy shop, and had the bird atlas completely copied. After that, since he had nothing better to do, he went back to the hotel and, as if playing a game, pieced together the architectural drawings hidden in the bird atlas.

After finishing the puzzle, I took a picture.

Ding Ze stretched and went out for a stroll on the beach.

at this time.

Gretchen received a message from her subordinates that Lincoln had taken something from Sofia. Because she couldn't reach Lincoln by phone, it took her some time to finally find him and get to him.

"Lincoln, are you really not afraid of death?!" As soon as Gretchen reached Lincoln, she immediately resorted to her usual tactic and threatened him directly.

As soon as she spoke, Gretchen realized something was wrong and discovered that Lincoln seemed unable to move.

next second.

As a woman of action, Gretchen did not hesitate for a moment and immediately began to verify the claim. With a swift movement, she stepped on Lincoln's foot.

The stomp was quite forceful, and Lincoln felt a sharp pain, but he still couldn't move an inch.

Upon seeing this, Gretchen's expression changed, confirming that Lincoln was indeed in trouble.

Then, Gretchen's mind raced, and she thought of a wicked method that Ding Ze had seen online. Combining the two, she was certain that Lincoln's current state was Ding Ze's doing!

at once.

Gretchen was both shocked and amused.

What's shocking is that Ding Ze's methods are truly incredibly bizarre.

What's funny is that Lincoln, such a strong man, just sat there, unable to move an inch, like a mannequin.

“I’m really curious, what exactly did you do to Ding Ze that made him target you?” Gretchen couldn’t help but ask, sitting down opposite Lincoln with a smile.

Lincoln had been sitting there motionless for an hour, and he was about to go crazy. Now, seeing Gretchen, that bitch, still laughing and making sarcastic remarks, he was furious.

But what can we do?

Gretchen is a member of the company and a ruthless character who kills without hesitation.

Damn it, I can't afford to mess with them.

Lincoln could only hurriedly roll his eyes, trying to answer.

Unfortunately, this method of communication requires too much technical skill.

Gretchen tried for a while but found she couldn't understand it, so she gave up and decided to call Ding Ze instead.

The call was answered quickly.

Gretchen laughed and said, "Mr. Ding, I'm sitting across from Lincoln now. Your methods are truly impressive."

“Haha,” Ding Ze laughed, “Right? Do you want to experience it?”

"..." Gretchen was speechless for a moment. "I don't need it anymore. Did you take what Lincoln took from Sophia?"

New 69 Bookstore →

"Yes, it's in my pocket right now. Do you want it?" Ding Ze asked with a smile.

“I want it,” Gretchen said directly, without mincing words.

“I’m on xx beach. Come here, I’ll give it back to you. That piece of junk is no fun. I’ve already seen it,” Ding Ze said.

“Okay, I’ll be right there,” Gretchen said without doubting Ding Ze’s words, and she didn’t think that Ding Ze had set any trap to lure her into it.

The reason is simple.

Given Ding Ze's abilities and unorthodox methods, there was absolutely no need for him to do this.

After hanging up the phone, Gretchen smiled at Lincoln again, "I think I understand now. You refused to hand over the things to Ding Ze, and perhaps you even wanted to play tricks on him, which is why Ding Ze has made things like this."

"This is a very interesting thing."

“Last night, I witnessed Ding Ze laughing as he killed several hundred people. Their bodies are still floating in the sea.”

"As a result, you tricked Ding Ze, but he only immobilized you without killing you."

"This means that to him, either you are very important, or you still have value."

I think it's the latter, what do you think?

Gretchen spoke at length.

Lincoln's heart pounded wildly, and he broke out in a cold sweat.

Good guy!

Ding Ze killed hundreds of people last night!!!

Damn it!

He's a complete madman and a serial killer!

Naturally, Lincoln's eyes were filled with immense fear.

Gretchen saw this, found it amusing, smiled, said nothing more, got up and walked away with a grin to find Ding Ze.

Lincoln remained completely immobilized, sitting on the stool, his fear and despair intensifying.

Panama is not big.