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

Not long after, Gretchen found Ding Ze on the beach.

Ding Ze was lying on the sand, a cigarette dangling from his lips, looking no different from any other young man.

Gretchen walked toward Ding Ze, silently surveying her surroundings.

A moment later, a dozen or so Americans, clearly different from ordinary people, came into Gretchen's view around Ding Ze.

Gretchen knew, of course, that those Americans were employees of Dongfeng Security, and that they were there to protect Ding Ze's safety.

Gretchen smiled, walked over and squatted down next to Ding Ze. "Mr. Ding, in this kind of open public place, if an enemy sends a sniper to shoot you, your life will be in danger here."

Ding Ze opened his eyes and smiled brightly, "Why would anyone want to shoot someone as good as me?"

Gretchen: "..."

What can I say? Never mind, I'd better not say anything.

"Where is the stuff?" Gretchen asked politely.

Ding Ze didn't hesitate. He smiled and reached into his pocket, took out the bird atlas, and handed it to Gretchen. "You can only look at it for now. I have to return it to Lincoln after dark. This is what I agreed on with him."

"You can come with me, and after I return the things to Lincoln, you can snatch them back from him, how about that?"

Gretchen couldn't quite understand the point of this unnecessary step, but after a moment's hesitation, she nodded and said, "Okay."

There's no other way.

If this were in America, Gretchen could have been a bit more assertive and refused Ding Ze.

But we are in Panama now, and last night Ding Ze showed off his ruthless killing skills.

Gretchen did work for the company, but she never considered herself the company's dog, and she would never risk her life for the company knowing she was going to die.

In short, for the sake of his own life, Gretchen really didn't dare to refuse Ding Ze here.

So, after receiving the bird atlas, Gretchen plopped down on the sand and began to look through it.

Gretchen quickly finished flipping through it, but couldn't figure it out. "Is there anything special about this thing? You can tell now, right?"

Upon hearing this, Ding Ze smiled and nodded, "Of course, Whistler asked you to take this thing back?"

“Hmm,” Gretchen answered without hesitation, then asked, “What did you see in this thing?”

Ding Ze smiled and said, "It's something that's important in some ways and unimportant in others, but I can't tell you."

Gretchen's brow twitched slightly, a hint of surprise in her expression, before she looked again at the bird atlas in her hand.

What information is hidden inside this thing that requires such secrecy?

Despite her surprise, Gretchen didn't ask any further questions since Ding Ze had clearly stated that he wouldn't tell her. Then, remembering something, she turned her head and looked around carefully in the distance.

This glance led to a discovery.

Gretchen spotted a sniper, but no more, though she was certain there were more. This explained why Ding Ze could lie there so casually.

In addition to a dozen or so bodyguards, there are an unknown number of snipers nearby, and there may be other defensive measures in place.

This level of defense is almost on par with that of a president.

That's really exaggerated.

Gretchen thought for a moment, then put her thoughts aside, "Shall we play together tonight?"

“Okay, I’ll let you experience something new tonight,” Ding Ze said with a smile, thinking of the love potion.

“Okay, I’m looking forward to it,” Gretchen replied with a smile, then handed the bird atlas back to Ding Ze. “I still have work to do and can’t wait here until dark. Call me when it’s time.”

“Okay,” Ding Ze replied indifferently.

Gretchen didn't waste any words, quickly got up and left to get busy. For example, he reported the latest situation to General Cranz, devised other plans to get Whistler out, and also, after Whistler left Sona Prison, he planned to take out Michael, Lincoln, Sucre, T-Bag and his gang as quickly as possible.

There are many things to do, and I'm very busy.

In a blink of an eye, night falls.

Ding Ze checked the time and thought it was time, so he got up, made a phone call to Gretchen, and then got in his car and headed straight for where Lincoln was.

to the place.

Gretchen has arrived.

Ding Ze smiled, sat down opposite Lincoln, lit a cigarette, and quietly waited for Lincoln to regain his mobility.

Of course, Lincoln had attracted a lot of attention by sitting there motionless for an entire afternoon, but Ding Ze had given the boss a lot of money before leaving, so no police or anything like that came up.

A few minutes later.

Finally, Lincoln began to regain his mobility.

In no time, Lincoln was able to move completely again. He immediately breathed a sigh of relief and couldn't help but say to Ding Ze, "Mr. Ding, please, please don't do this again..."

Lincoln was terrified and dared not provoke Ding Ze any further.

Ding Ze chuckled, "I didn't want this either, you forced me to."

Lincoln was speechless and rubbed his bald head hard.

Ding Ze didn't waste any words and simply smiled as he returned the bird atlas to Lincoln, saying, "I keep my word, I'm returning it to you."

Lincoln took it and was just about to speak.

Gretchen held out her hand to Lincoln. "That's not yours. Give it to me."

Lincoln: "..."

You two bastards, are you kidding me?! (End of Chapter)

Chapter 223 Sona Prison, the prisoners escaped.

Lincoln was furious, but what could he do?

When you're under someone's roof, you have to bow your head.

Lincoln had no choice but to force himself to shut up and hand the bird atlas to Gretchen.

Gretchen saw Lincoln's performance and was delighted. She smiled and took the bird atlas. Without saying anything more, she stood up and smiled at Ding Ze, "Mr. Ding, would you like to have dinner? It's on me."

Ding Ze was indeed a bit hungry, so he readily nodded. "Okay, wait for me at the door. I have a few words to say to Lincoln."

Gretchen's eyebrows twitched slightly. She knew that Ding Ze wanted to talk to Lincoln about something private. She was a little curious, but she nodded and left on her own.

Ding Ze took out a cigarette, lit it, and watched Gretchen walk away before smiling at Lincoln and saying, "Sorry about what happened earlier, but there was nothing I could do. You have to hand over the thing you got, you should understand that."

Lincoln really didn't want to waste any more time arguing with Ding Ze, but he was also really afraid of angering Ding Ze, so he could only try his best to put on a good tone and ask, "Mr. Ding, what do you want to say to me?"

“Just one thing,” Ding Ze smiled, understanding Lincoln’s reluctance, and said without further ado, “Do you know the prison boss in Sonna prison, a black man named Lezio?”

Lincoln did know, nodded, and remained silent, waiting for Ding Ze to speak.

Ding Ze then added, "There was a tunnel under Lezio's room. When the prison guards left, they blew up that tunnel."

"However, Lezio has been secretly digging, trying to escape through that tunnel."

“Normally, it would take several years to dig that tunnel through, but Michael is a civil engineer, so he might be able to do it faster. Maybe we can escape through that tunnel in the next few days. What do you think?”

After listening.

Lincoln was taken aback. Although he knew that with Ding Ze's abilities, what he said was definitely true, he still subconsciously asked, "Really?"

Ding Ze smiled and said, "Of course."

As he spoke, Ding Ze stood up. "Tell Michael about this as soon as possible, and let Michael find a way to cooperate with Lezio."

"I'm getting tired of this godforsaken place and want to leave as soon as possible. I'm afraid I won't be able to stay much longer, understand?"

Lincoln understood and quickly nodded, not daring to say anything more. "I'll talk to Michael tomorrow morning."

"Very good, keep in touch, I'm leaving," Ding Ze said, and walked away.

Watching Ding Ze walk away completely and disappear from sight, Lincoln suddenly relaxed, let out a long sigh of relief, and felt as if he had come back to life. He then hurriedly got up, squeezed his legs together, and ran to the bathroom.

God knows, I've been sitting here for hours, I'm so suffocated!

After a thorough relaxation in the bathroom, Lincoln felt an even stronger surge of vitality returning to him.

the other side.

Ding Ze and Gretchen went to a decent restaurant in this godforsaken place called Panama, had dinner, and drank some red wine.

After finishing, with nothing to chat about, the two headed straight to the hotel and began their battle.

In the middle of the night, Gretchen left the hotel with weak legs.

Ding Ze continued to sleep soundly.

Before you know it, a new day has begun.

Considering Comrade Lezio's personality, and since he had nothing better to do, Ding Ze asked an employee for a high-performance sniper rifle, then drove around for a while and found a high place not too far from the Sona prison.

After spending some money, we arrived at our destination.

Ding Ze first looked through the binoculars to make sure he could see the situation inside the Sona prison clearly from there. Without further ado, he quickly assembled the sniper rifle, then lay down and quietly searched for his target.

Not found, you will have to wait.

Ding Ze was very patient and in no hurry, waiting quietly.