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Chapter 42 Glock, new name [Please vote for me~]

Even after running to the car, no alarms sounded at Fox River Prison.

"Hahahaha!" Abruzzi laughed heartily at this, "Mr. Ding, when do you think they will realize that we have run away?"

Ding Ze sat in the passenger seat, lit a cigarette, and felt very relaxed. He smiled and replied, "In more than an hour at most, Sara and the others will wake up by then."

"More than an hour, haha," Abruzzi smiled and shook his head, started the car and stepped on the accelerator.

The inconspicuous gray pickup truck moved away.

Abruzzi held the steering wheel with one hand, picked up the mobile phone placed in front of the dashboard with the other, and started to make a call. The call was quickly connected, "Hey, we are out. We will be there soon. You can start the plane."

After saying a few words, Albruzzi hung up the phone and said to Ding Ze, "Mr. Ding, your new identity is in the glove box. Take a look."

"it is good."

Ding Ze responded and opened the glove box.

There isn't much in the glove box, there's a document pouch, and...two pistols.

Because of the skill [American Iai-Pistol Marksmanship], Ding Ze recognized the two pistols almost immediately.

One is an old compact revolver and the other is a Glock.

"Is this gun prepared for me?" Ding Ze was not worried at all and asked with a smile.

"That's right," Abruzzi smiled. "When I arranged the car, I thought it would be useful in case of an emergency, so I prepared it."

"Can you give me one?" Ding Ze asked directly without being polite to Abruzzi.

"Of course," Abruzzi agreed simply, without worrying about anything.

"Thanks then," Ding Ze reached out, picked up the Glock, and looked at it carefully.

This is the first time he has touched a real pistol in his life.

This feeling is really exciting.

Watched for a while.

Idle is idle.

With a cigarette in his mouth, Ding Ze began to semi-practice the skill [American Iai-Pistol Marksmanship] and took apart the Glock in his hand.

Kakaka.

In a matter of seconds, the Glock that was complete just now turned into a pile of parts.

Abruzzi clearly saw the entire process of Dingze disassembling the pistol. At this moment, the doubts in his heart were swirling, "Mr. Ding, have you ever been a soldier?"

After dismantling it very skillfully, Ding Ze immediately started to reorganize it, "No, haven't you investigated my information?"

After hearing this and remembering his original thoughts, Albruzzi felt a little embarrassed, "You are completely different from the person in that information."

Ding Ze smiled and said, "If it were the same, we would definitely still be in prison now."

"Indeed," Abruzzi agreed.

*****
soon.

After Ding Ze finished assembling the pistol, he couldn't help but, like a child getting a new toy or a man getting a new girlfriend, he wanted to play with it immediately, fire a few shots and listen to the sound.

Unfortunately, the situation does not allow it.

Ding Ze had no choice but to hold back for the time being, inserted the pistol into his waist, took out the document bag, and looked through it.

There are four documents in the document bag, a birth certificate, a social security card, a driver's license, and a passport.

The names on the documents are all johnathon-Freeman.

see the name...

Ding Ze was happy and said to himself, "It's so suitable for a mother." '

Abruzzi noticed that Dingze was looking at the Social Security card. He was a little worried that Dingze would be dissatisfied with the name, and asked aloud, "Is the name okay?"

Ding Ze smiled, "Very good!"

Albruzzi was relieved, didn't say anything more, and concentrated on driving.
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About a quarter of an hour later.

The pickup truck pulled into a small airport.

Not too far away, a small plane came into view of Ding Ze and the others.

Seeing the plane, Abruzzi immediately stepped on the accelerator to the bottom.

Soon.

When the minivan stopped, Dingze took the document bag and walked onto the plane with Abruzzi holding a cigarette in his mouth.

At the cabin door, an older fat man and a young thin man had been waiting for them for a long time.

Seeing Abruzzi, the fat man immediately greeted with a smile, "John, I'm glad to see you out." "Ron," Abruzzi nodded. The gangster's style was very clear, and he responded lightly, followed, and introduced. Ding Ze introduced Ron and the thin man, "This is Ding Ze, Mr. Ding, he will be my boss in the future."

As soon as this word comes out.

Ron: "????"

The thin man: "????"

Abruzzi understood the shock of Ron and the other two, "We will discuss this later. Let the plane take off first and get out of here."

Shocked, Ron didn't dare to delay, "Okay, what's the destination?"

Abruzzi didn't know either, so he asked Dingze, "Mr. Ding?"

"Tule City, Utah," Dingze took a puff of his cigarette and smiled back.

Ron was silent for a moment.

This is Chicago, not close to Thule City.

The most important thing is that their company's business does not involve Thule City.

"Mr. Ding, I'm afraid we can't land directly in Thule City. We can only land in Salt Lake City, Utah. Do you think that's okay?"

"Okay," Ding Ze didn't care.

"Okay, then, John and Mr. Ding, please sit down and we'll take off right now."

Drop this sentence.

Ron didn't say anything more, and he and Slim Man got into the cockpit.

Soon.

The plane took off and started sailing smoothly, heading towards Salt Lake City.

At this time.

Abruzzi unbuckled his seat belt, stood up, went to the back of the plane, brought two suits and shirts, and handed one of them to Ding Ze, "Mr. Ding, I prepared this roughly according to your figure. Just make do with what you wear first, and then buy some when you get to the place.”

"You are so considerate," Ding Ze took the clothes and praised him sincerely.

After a few minutes.

Ding Ze changed out of his ugly prison uniform and put on an obviously valuable suit.

Ron just walked out. When he saw it, he couldn't help but be stunned. It took him a few seconds to recover, "Mr. Ding, are you sure you're not a model?"

"Hey, how are you? Aren't you handsome?" Ding Ze asked shamelessly and without humility.

Ron didn't mind Ding Ze's straightforwardness at all, and nodded repeatedly with a smile, "Very handsome!"

"Thank you for the compliment," Ding Ze responded with a smile.

"You're welcome," Ron replied, then turned to Albruzzi, "John, let's talk alone?"

"Wait a minute," Abruzzi had just changed his clothes and asked Ding Ze, who was sitting back on the sofa, "Mr. Ding, do you need something to eat or drink?"

Ding Ze wasn't hungry, but he was a little thirsty. "Drink something. Is there anything else besides wine?"

Albrucci did not reply immediately and looked at Ron.

Ron knew the meaning, "Only pure water..."

"That's okay," Ding Ze actually wanted to drink some Feizhai Happy Water, but since he didn't have it, he forgot about it.

Abruzzi brought a few bottles of purified water and placed them on the coffee table in front of Dingze. "Mr. Ding, I'm going to talk to Ron first."

"Okay, don't worry about me, you are busy with your business."

Abruzzi turned around and left, walking towards the tail of the plane with Ron.

Ding Ze sat back on the luxurious leather sofa, drank a bottle of water in one breath, burped, and found that there seemed to be nothing to do, so he closed his eyes, rested, and waited for the plane to land.

of course.

He didn't really sleep.

After all, it was now on Abruzzi's territory, and he didn't trust Abruzzi that much...

In fact.

'Probably from now on. '

'I probably can't trust anyone 100%. '

Ding Ze thought of the path he had chosen and muttered to himself silently.

(End of this chapter)