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Albuquerque.

Lao Bai was thinking about it all the way, but unfortunately, when he arrived at the doorstep, he still couldn't think of it at all.

After all, I am just an ordinary middle school teacher with an ordinary family who can barely make ends meet... What else can I have that could attract a rich man like Ding Ze?

Unable to figure it out, Lao Bai had to assume that he was wrong. He sighed silently, got off the car and went home.

Not too far behind, a person sent by Mike was sitting in the car, clicking and taking a few photos.

Time flies.

Ding Ze and Janet arrived at the private airport, boarded the plane and took off back to Miami.

It's about ten o'clock in the evening.

Albuquerque.

Mike walked into Uncle Chicken's house with photos of Old White's family and Hank's family.

Mike's men failed to take a picture of Xiaofen and followed Ding Ze, but were thrown off by Ding Ze.

"Ding Ze was with these people at night," Mike sat in front of Uncle Fried Chicken, spread out the photos, and said, "The bald guy is a DEA agent named Hank Schrader, and the ordinary-looking man is called Walter White, a middle school teacher..."

Mike introduced the families of Old White and Hank one by one, "This Walter and his wife Skylar work in the car wash that Ding Ze bought."

"I went to find out. At the beginning, the owner of the car wash was another person. Walter worked part-time at the car wash and would work for a few hours every day after school."

"Then, it should be during Ding Ze's first visit to Albuquerque that he bought the car wash. Later, he promoted Walter to manager and handed the car wash over to Walter to manage."

"This Walter is a chemistry teacher..."

“According to your guess…I think the person Ding Ze is training should be Walter.”

Mike said all this in one breath.

Uncle Fried Chicken looked at Walter's photo expressionlessly for several seconds, then asked Mike, "Is it possible for this Walter to make rock candy?"

Mike was silent for a moment. "Here's the strange thing. According to my investigation, Walter is a very honest man. He has been in Albuquerque for so many years and has no criminal record, only a few traffic violations."

"His wife and children are also very ordinary."

“I don’t see why he should go and make rock candy.

Uncle Fried Chicken was still very witty. He was silent for a few seconds and then said thoughtfully, "Just because it didn't happen before doesn't mean it won't happen in the future."

"Under normal circumstances, it is indeed impossible for such an honest person to suddenly commit a crime. But under special circumstances, it is possible."

"Like?" Mike asked.

“Let’s say he’s dying and wants to leave some money for his family,” the chicken man replied. “Go get his medical records… get all his family’s medical records.”

"Okay," Mike agreed without hesitation.

Uncle Fried Chicken's eyes moved slightly and he looked at Hank's photo.

Uncle Fried Chicken is a drug dealer and Hank is a DEA agent. The two are real enemies.

Uncle Fried Chicken had to consider Hank's threat to him, "Do you know what Ding Ze said to Hank?"

Mike shook his head, "I don't know, probably something very ordinary that doesn't involve you."

Uncle Fried Chicken didn't hesitate and continued, "You said that in the evening, your people lost Ding Ze."

Mike frowned slightly and waited for two seconds before speaking, "Yes, speaking of this, I have a suspicion."

"You say," the fried chicken uncle responded simply.

"I suspect that Ding Ze knew that my people were following him all along, and he chose not to get rid of the others," Mike said. "That is to say, Ding Ze wanted us to find the families of Walter and Hank."

Uncle Fried Chicken actually had this suspicion just now, "If that's the case, then this Walter is not important. What's important is the person Ding Ze met in the evening." "Is there any way to find him?"

Of course there is a way.

"I can retrieve the road surveillance. I know what car he drove in the evening, and there's a certain chance I can find out where he went. However, it's very expensive to do so," Mike replied.

"It doesn't matter," said the fried chicken uncle. He didn't have a lot of money, but he had some small change, just a little bit, and he really didn't care, "Go do it."

"Okay," Mike nodded.

Not long after.

Mike left Uncle Chicken's house.

Uncle Fried Chicken sat alone in the living room, thinking silently, trying to figure out what Ding Ze was doing.

At this time, Ding Ze and Janet had just arrived in Miami and got off the plane.

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Miami.

Although this private airport is right next to Dongfeng Security, Ding Ze still asked the driver who came to pick him up to drive towards the city instead of going to Dongfeng Security.

in the car.

Ding Ze took out his cell phone and called General Granz.

The call was connected.

"General Granz, have you had a rest?" Ding Ze said with a smile.

Although General Granz is old, he is still very energetic. He is not sleeping at this time. He is watching TV and following international news in a manor in the city.

It has been a while since COMPANY was taken away by Ding Ze.

As the saying goes, the winner makes the loser, General Granz admits defeat.

In fact, not only that, after coming to Miami, joining Dongfeng Security, and becoming the second-in-command of Dongfeng Security alongside Abruzzi, and understanding all aspects of Dongfeng Security...

General Grants actually began to like this identity.

There is no other reason.

It doesn’t matter how much money Dongfeng Security has. General Granz doesn’t care.

But Dongfeng Security has developed to the point where it has fixed combat teams in more than a dozen countries, and has assisted the DEA in completing dozens of covert operations...

General Grants cared about it very much and saw great potential in it.

So it is.

General Glantz really wanted to make a difference here. After hearing what Ding Ze said, he nodded and said, "I haven't rested yet. What can I do for you, Mr. Ding?"

"I just returned to Miami. I have something small to discuss with you in person. Is it convenient for you to come over?" Ding Ze asked politely.

"Okay, I'll wait for you," General Grants answered decisively.

"Thank you. In that case, I'll call Gretchen and ask her to come over as well. She'll be needed for this little matter," Ding Ze said with a smile.

"Okay," General Grants responded.

Ding Ze didn't say anything more, hung up the phone and called Gretchen.

Gretchen was out enjoying Miami's nightlife alone, quite relaxed and at ease. When she received Ding Ze's call, she was a little surprised, "What's the matter?"

Ding Ze smiled and said, "There is an operation that requires your participation. Go to General Grants. I will be there in a moment."

"Okay," Gretchen was a soldier who didn't like nagging, so she agreed immediately. After the job was done, the thief quickly hung up the phone, picked up the whiskey in front of him, drank it all, and got up and left. (End of this chapter)