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Chapter 88 It’s early morning, and it’s a new day

A new day dawns, and the east becomes white.

The storm died down for the time being, but the sky was still covered with clouds, dark and very gloomy and depressing.

One news vehicle after another arrived at the port where Lane Baker and other DEA agents were.

In less than half an hour, almost all the media in Miami rushed over.

Cameras and microphones were placed in front of Ryan Baker.

A success in confiscating such a huge amount would naturally require a lot of publicity and publicity.

Ryan Baker did not smile, but spoke with an angry look on his face. He first severely condemned the gangsters in Miami, then expressed his sadness for the sacrificed DEA agents, and finally spoke passionately. The slogan shows the DEA’s determination to crack down on specialty products.

Ryan Baker has long been very skilled in using such words.

soon.

[Breaking news: DEA Miami branch successfully confiscated tons of Colombian specialties! 】

【Great pleasure!Several tons of Colombian specialties were successfully confiscated…]

【Shock!The gangs in Miami are so rampant! 】

[Crack down on specialty products without delay! 】

[…..]

Similar news quickly appeared on the radio and online.

For Miami journalists, a carnival seemed to have begun this morning.

While these news professionals were having a great time.

The drama that should be performed was completed, and the achievements that should be obtained were completed. Ryan Baker ordered his men to enter the final stage of the process, that is, transport the [-] tons of specialty products back, count the weight, and store them.

Colombia, the Cali Group, the two Rodriguez brothers, saw the news.

Although the two brothers had received a call from the boss of the Colombian gang in Miami an hour ago and learned about the incident, at this moment, looking at the [-] tons of specialty products in the news...

The two brothers were still very angry!

"The DEA from Gori!"

"What happened this time is probably not a coincidence."

"There's definitely a mole over there in Miami."

"We need to send some people there."

"..."

One point and eight tons of specialty products is a lot, but the cost is not exaggerated and the Rodriguez brothers can afford this loss.

The two brothers were angry, but they were more worried about the future.

A one-time loss doesn't matter, as long as every time you transport goods in the future, you will suffer such a loss.

The two brothers couldn't stand it either.

that's it.

Order passed.

A second-in-command of the Cali Group, along with several fierce and shrewd investigators, packed their bags and rushed to Miami.

at the same time.

In an old hotel.

Ding Ze just woke up, saw the news, looked at the Colombian specialties on TV, and felt happy, saying to himself, "The harvest is quite big." '

Yesterday afternoon, on a whim, he called Ryan Baker and asked him to prepare. In fact, he didn't expect much, and he didn't expect Ryan Baker to gain much. His purpose was just to muddy the water and give him some advice. Mexican gangs and Colombian gangs are just causing trouble.

Looking at it now, the effect is quite good.

That being the case.

It's time to give Ryan Baker another call to reconnect.

After all, relationships will really fade away if you don't keep in touch frequently.

Besides, Ryan Baker seems to be quite interesting, not a pedantic person.

I have a plan.

Ding Ze washed up, had breakfast, lay down by the swimming pool, and asked his men to bring a disposable mobile phone over and make a call.

In just a few seconds, the call was connected.

"Who?" Ryan Baker asked, probably guessing that it was Ding Ze.

"It's me," Ding Ze said with a smile, "Congratulations to Director Baker on this successful operation."

Ryan Baker frowned slightly and said in a cold tone, "Catching you is the real success."

Ding Ze smiled, "Why are you arresting me? I don't sell specialties and have nothing to do with your DEA."

"Haha," Ryan Baker smiled coldly, naturally not believing such nonsense.

The reason is simple.

Ding Ze came to Miami and prepared to cause trouble with great fanfare. If he didn't sell specialties, what was he trying to do?
"Hey, uncle!" Ding Ze still laughed, "Director Baker, if you continue to be such an idiot, I won't be happy to talk to you."

"????" Ryan Baker really didn't expect to hear this. He was stunned for a moment and became furious, "You will pay the price for your arrogance."

"I'll tell you the same thing, Director Baker. I found out that you don't know what's good and what's good. I've allowed you to make such a big contribution. You're really inflated. Fortunately, I thought we could continue to cooperate. Ding Ze said with a smile, "Okay, then I'll go find another DEA director to cooperate. If you don't want a promotion and a salary increase, others will definitely want it."

After saying that, bang, Dingze hung up the phone, but did not remove the battery or remove the card. He decided to wait for a while to see if Ryan Baker would call back.

He thinks there is a certain chance that it will.

The reason is not complicated.

Whether judging from the results of Abruzzi's investigation of Ryan Baker or Ryan Baker's performance this time, Ryan Baker is not the kind of person who sticks to the rules and feels that as long as he keeps working hard, he will be able to completely kill the special business. people.

Such a person must have something to ask for.

What do you want?

Considering Ryan Baker's status, it is most likely not money, but power.

In this case, he will really be able to help Ryan Baker soon, but of course, it won't be free.

It turns out.

He guessed right.

Ryan Baker called back, "What do you mean?"

Ding Ze grinned happily, "I mean, in the future I can give you opportunities to create such meritorious deeds from time to time."

Ryan Baker was not stupid. He figured out what Ding Ze meant and called back. Therefore, when he heard this, he decisively asked, "What do you want?"

"Just contact me occasionally. You can't help me with anything else."

"..." Ryan Baker felt that he was being looked down upon and was a little unhappy, "I won't be a traitor! Stop daydreaming!"

"Director Baker, what you said is so unpleasant. I didn't say I wanted you to be a traitor," Ding Ze smiled. "Don't worry, it has nothing to do with being a traitor. I just need you to do something occasionally." Hello, I’m hello, it’s just something that’s good to everyone. For example, you can take the time to ask the mayor if he wants to be the governor of Florida.”

"!!!!!!" The words hit his ears, and Ryan Baker almost doubted his own ears, "What do you mean?"

"That's the literal meaning. If the mayor has an idea, I might be able to help. You just need to spread the word. It's that simple. Look, it has nothing to do with the traitor."

Ryan Baker was silent for a few seconds, "Can you help me like this?"

"Of course," Ding Ze responded simply, "This kind of thing is very simple. For example, I can kill the current governor of Florida first."

Ryan Baker was shocked: "!!!!!!"

This is so special!

Are you saying this to me? ? ? ?

You are so brave!
"You..." Ryan Baker was so shocked that he was almost speechless.

"Okay, then take your time, I'll contact you when I have time," Ding Ze said everything that should be said, smiling, and then, Ma Liu broke off the phone, pulled out the battery, pulled out the card, and then removed the remains of the phone. He threw it into the swimming pool in front of him, stretched out, closed his eyes, and fell asleep.

The call ended quite unexpectedly.

Ryan Baker was stunned for a while, then came to his senses, put down his phone, and thought deeply.

this moment.

Ryan Baker did have an idea.
-
Chicago, Fox River Prison.

The time has arrived today.

The successful escape of Dingze and John Abruzzi is, to some extent, a thing of the past.

The prisoners have long since returned to their normal lives.

Blacks and whites still dislike each other and are always ready to fight.

T-bag is still carefree and carefree.

Albrucci is gone, and the PI job is sold by Berwick to Benjamin Franklin. Of course, this is what Benjamin fought for...the purpose is to escape from prison with Michael.

at this time.

Michael and Benjamin Franklin followed Dingze's suggestion and immediately found a way to become Michael's roommates, Sucre and Lincoln Bruce, and they got together while working.

"Gentlemen, the road is clear," Michael looked around to make sure no prison guards were paying attention, and whispered, "Next, as long as I figure out how to arrange for Lincoln to go with us, we can take action."

The person he faced was not that scary guy Ding Ze, but Michael. Benjamin returned to his condescending attitude, "Newcomer, when was that?"

Michael was unhappy with Benjamin's attitude, but he had no choice but to endure it, "If everything goes well, in two days."

Benjamin is actually in a lot of troubles now. As a black man, he often hangs out with two white men, Michael and Lincoln, which has aroused the dissatisfaction of his subordinates. If this continues, sooner or later something will happen.

"You'd better make sure everything goes well!" Benjamin said fiercely because he was worried about his own safety and anxious to reunite with his wife and children.

Michael glanced at Benjamin and ignored the words, "I will do my thing, and you will do yours."

Benjamin sneered.

"Okay, that's it," Michael said, ignoring it.

Benjamin and Sucre didn't say much nonsense, quietly dispersed, and continued working.

Lincoln didn't leave. When he saw Sucre and the two walking away, he spoke to Michael, "What will happen after we get out, do you really want to count on that Ding Ze?"

Michael actually hadn't made up his mind yet, so he thought for a while, "If we only have a car, we may not be able to escape very far. What we need most is a plane."

"Currently, only Dingze can provide aircraft."

"So, yes."

Lincoln felt very uneasy about this, "You can't believe that guy Ding Ze!"

Michael nodded, indicating that he knew, "He has his purpose, and we can use him before the purpose is achieved."

Lincoln was still worried, "I advise you to give up the idea of ​​using him. Michael, you are no match for him. All the people here together may not be his match."

Michael was very confident in his IQ and said noncommittally, "Don't worry, I know what to do."

Lincoln hesitated for a moment, knowing that it was useless to persuade him, so he kept his mouth shut.

Soon.

The PI's work is over, and it's still a while before the wind time ends.

Michael returned to the playground, went straight to the phone booth, and called Ding Ze.

The call was connected quickly.

Ding Ze, who was returning to his sleep, lazily said, "Hello?"

"It's me," Michael's voice said.

When Ding Ze heard this, he immediately became energetic and sober, "Michael, I haven't heard your voice for a long time;"

Michael was not interested in chatting with Ding Ze and went straight to the point, "I need your help."

"Say," Ding Ze smiled back.

"I plan to leave here in two days. I need cars and planes to help us fly away," Michael said solemnly.

"No problem," Ding Ze agreed simply, "Specific time? Where will I pick you up?"

Michael was silent for a moment and then answered, "The specific time has not been determined yet. Lincoln's problem is still being resolved. I will call you again tomorrow."

"Row."

"Okay, then, bye," after saying that, Michael hung up the phone directly.

Ding Ze didn't mind, put away his phone, smiled, and couldn't help but think of Pope, the warden of Fox River Prison, and Mahone, who was in Miami at the moment.

"Not long ago, another prisoner escaped. Comrade Pop, what should you do?"

"Ma Hong, I hope you are still responsible for arresting Michael, but don't mess up my plan."
-
2118 North Wallace Street, South Side, Chicago.

Yesterday evening, Fiona received the [-] US dollars that Dingze asked Mickey to transfer. She was excited all night. Early this morning, she got up, made breakfast, and then got into the house next door and tidied up. , while racking his brains to think about how to decorate this house to satisfy Ding Ze and give her more work.

At this time.

Philip came in with a cigarette in his mouth.

Because of Ding Ze's request, Fiona has not yet told Philip about her cooperation with Ding Ze.However, Phillip saw some clues. When he entered the house and saw Fiona, he put on an attitude of 'I have seen through everything' and said, "Jason, do you want you to decorate this house?"

Fiona was not surprised or flustered. She just continued working and nodded, "Yes."

Phillip was a little dissatisfied with Fiona's lackluster attitude, "Why didn't you tell us?"

Fiona kept moving her hands, "This is my own business, and it's just begun. I'm not sure whether I'll do it well or not. There's no need to say."

Phillip frowned slightly, slightly surprised by Fiona's words, "We are a family, we can help."

Fiona shook her head, "This is my own business, I want to do it well myself."

Phillip was speechless for two seconds and thought of a possibility, "That Jason asked you to do it yourself?"

"Yeah," Fiona replied in the affirmative.

Phillip was speechless, "Your thinking is too rigid! He is not here. We will help you get this done as soon as possible and get the money as soon as possible. He will not know!"

Fiona was stunned and suddenly understood the meaning of Ding Ze's words the day before yesterday. She couldn't help but smile, "The point is not whether he will know, but that I promised him that I would do this well myself."

Phillip sighed and began to preach decisively, "Fiona! For a rich man like him to make such a request of you, he is clearly playing tricks on you! Why should we tell him the rules!"

"Poor people like us, if we want to live a good life, we have to cheat and cheat! What kind of rules should we follow honestly? It's useless! It won't help our lives in any way!"

What a sermon!
When Fiona heard this, she stopped working and raised her hands to rub the sweat from her dusty face. Then she took a deep breath and thought about it. Although she didn't agree with Phillip's theory, she still thought about it. There was no argument, "Lipp, just go about your business. You don't need to interfere here."

When Phillip heard this, his face immediately showed the meaning of 'you are really hopeless', "What is his budget for renovating this house?"

Fiona saw the meaning on Phillip's face and was a little irritated, but after all, he was her brother, so she resisted sending them away immediately, "He said he didn't have a budget."

"???" Phillip immediately suspected that Fiona had been deceived by Jason, "No budget? Did he give you money?"

Fiona was silent for two seconds and said, "Give it."

"How much?" Philip asked immediately.

"One hundred thousand dollars."

"!!!" Philip didn't expect there to be so many. He was pleasantly surprised for a moment, his mind was spinning, and then he laughed, "What a stupid rich man! We can make a lot this time!! I can do it We got a lot of free materials, and our whole family worked together, and we were able to renovate this dilapidated house for just a few thousand dollars..."

Phillip blah blah blah told the plan.

When Fiona heard this, she completely understood the reason why Ding Ze insisted that Philip cannot participate. She also suddenly understood the reason why the Gallagher family was like this. She hurriedly interrupted Philip, "Lipp! I finally Say it again! This matter is my business and has nothing to do with you! It has nothing to do with any of you!"

"Please leave!"

Fiona emphasized her tone.

Phillip was stunned and couldn't believe that Fiona would be so stupid, "Fiona! This is our chance to live a good life, you..."

Phillip cheered again, talking excitedly about his reasoning.

Looking at Philip like this, Fiona couldn't help but feel that Philip and Frank were really similar!
With this feeling, Fiona was really scared!Instinctively unacceptable.

Phillip was still talking, and after talking for a while, he turned around and left angrily.

The house soon emptied and became quiet.

Fiona didn't move, and sat down on the ground in a daze, uncontrollably dazed.

For a moment, for the first time in her life, she had the thought that Philip and other family members were a burden.

This made her feel very painful.

Just at this time.

Veronica walked in and saw Fiona sitting on the floor of the living room with a dull look on her face. She became anxious and quickly ran over, "Fiona, what's wrong with you? You were arguing with Lip just now. What?"

Fiona jumped into Veronica's arms and hugged Veronica tightly.

half an hour.

Veronica understood what was going on and touched Fiona's head, "Don't be sad. You can do whatever you want. Don't worry about other people's opinions!"

Fiona was moved for a moment and raised her hand to wipe away her tears, "I just can't figure it out. This is obviously a good opportunity. As long as I do this well, I may be able to make a steady stream of money in the future, and our family can truly be prosperous." Get better, Lip, but you look at me like I'm a fool..."

"He only sees what's in front of him..." Veronica knew in her heart that she couldn't say anything harsh about Phillip, lest Fiona and Phillip reconcile and she would be unable to be a human being, so she stopped at the point, "You do what you want. Just do whatever you want, I'll wait for you to make a lot of money, become a rich woman, and then take care of me!"

Veronica smiled and changed the subject, "I can be your mistress, your maid, anything! As long as you give me enough money, I can even share Kevin with you!"

"I'm telling you, Kevin is awesome..."

The joke works really well.

Fiona finally recovered a little, with a smile on her face, "Get out of here, stop talking nonsense, I don't want it!"

"Hey! What are you talking about? My Kevin is so nice," Veronica feigned anger.

The two laughed for a while.

Seeing that Fiona had indeed recovered a lot, Veronica asked curiously, "What's going on with Jason? No matter how rich he is, he wouldn't spend money like this. Is he interested in you?"

Fiona smiled and said, "He actually said that he is indeed interested in me, but not in the sense of being a boyfriend and girlfriend, but in the sense of simply wanting to fuck me."

Veronica: "...Um, the kind that doesn't even count as a nurturing one?"

Fiona nodded, "Yeah."

"This bastard, you really dare to think about it," Veronica laughed angrily, "I thought a little money would be great... But it seems to be really amazing. This time plus the last time, I gave you more than 30. Bar."

Fiona had a dark look on her face, "Not for me, just for me to do things for him."

"Absolutely," Veronica smiled evilly, "After all, I put so much money directly in your hands. This bastard is worth at least hundreds of millions, otherwise I wouldn't have given him more than 30 as promised."

Fiona couldn't agree with this, so she remained silent.

Veronica didn't care and asked again with a smirk, "Then what are you going to do? What are you going to do for him?"

Fiona shook her head, "Let's talk about it later..."

"Hehe, you little slut," Veronica naturally understood the meaning of this and didn't think there was any problem. After all, we are all so poor and everyone needs to vent. Doing it has so many benefits. ,What is the problem?
In this world, people laugh at the poor but don’t laugh at the prostitutes!
Who's not fucking around?
"Okay, get out of here, I have to work! I have to finish this job as soon as possible," Fiona chased them away with a smile.

"Okay, okay, then I won't help you. I'm leaving now." Veronica was about to leave when she suddenly remembered something, "By the way, he gave you one hundred thousand dollars. How much do you plan to spend on decorating this place?" A shabby house?”

Fiona hesitated for a moment, "Ninety-five thousand?"

Veronica was stunned for a while, "Girl, you are so crazy! Aren't you afraid that he won't give you work in the future? Then you will suffer a big loss!"

Fiona smiled faintly, "I have nothing to lose. Can't I still earn five thousand US dollars?"

"Yes, five thousand dollars! When you finish this job, you have to invite me to play!"

"You still need to remind me, get out of here!"

Veronica rolled back home, saw Kevin, and couldn't wait to share with Kevin that Jason asked Fiona to decorate the house.

Kevin had met Jason and told Veronica about Jason throwing away thousands of dollars at the Alber Bar that night.

After hearing this, Kevin was immediately filled with envy, "Oh, Fiona is so lucky! She was spotted by that kind of rich man! Why didn't he like me? I can do it too!"

"Haha," Veronica laughed, "You can be so stupid, Jason is not gay. By the way, if Jason likes me, what will you say?"

Kevin heard this and thought about it seriously, "You are my darling. If he takes a fancy to you...well, you have to pay more! After all, you are much more beautiful than Fiona!"

Veronica was not annoyed at all, but rather proud, "How much should I add?"

Kevin thought about it carefully and said, "It costs at least twenty thousand dollars to do it once!"

When Veronica heard this, she immediately raised her eyebrows and pretended to be angry, "Just twenty thousand dollars?"

Kevin panicked, "Then, thirty thousand dollars!"

The two inconspicuous guys were just fantasizing shamelessly, and after a while, they rolled into a ball.
-
Miami.

Ding Ze had just finished lunch, lit up an after-dinner cigarette, and took a long drag, feeling comfortable.

After it was done, Ding Ze made a phone call and called for Abruzzi.

There are still about eleven hours until something happens.

You should still care about what you should care about.

It didn't take long before Albruzzi reported on the preparations.

Weapons, hoods, vehicles, evacuation points, ships in various ports, and ships on the high seas, most of them have been arranged, and a small number will definitely be ready by four o'clock in the afternoon at the latest;
"Thank you for your hard work." Ding Ze has been idle all the time. He doesn't care about these arrangements at all. He must say thank you.

Abruzzi smiled and said, "When will we notify those veterans?"

"We will inform you when everything is arranged, at eight o'clock in the evening, two or three hours of preparation time is enough," Ding Ze replied.

"Okay," Abruzzi responded, "I'll go then."

Abruzzi left quickly.

Ding Ze found a laptop and read news online to pass the time.

Time flies by.

Before you know it, night falls.

Miami Mayor Brady Martin's office.

Mayor Brady Martin, DEA Miami Division Chief Ryan Baker, FBI Miami Division Chief Jake Tuning, Miami SWAT Director, Miami Police Chief, and other big figures gathered together.

Jack Tuning has just explained the situation that the FBI agents detected today, emphasizing the woodland in the suburbs and the movements of some of the Abruzzi family's men, and used this to make a judgment that Ding Ze And Abruzzi will most likely take action tonight.

In response to the operation of Dingze and Abruzzi, Mayor Brady Martin made a decision yesterday. He decided not to intervene in this operation in advance and wait until the operation is over before arresting them as much as possible.

However, this decision does not mean that Dingze and Abruzzi did nothing during this operation!
As the mayor elected by the people of Miami, if Brady Martin wants to sit down as mayor, he must still care about the safety of ordinary people.

Brady Martin spoke, first stating his decision, and then said, "In order to ensure the safety of ordinary people, and in order to be able to successfully arrest those criminals when the time comes, I need everyone to work together to maximize Mobilizing personnel, each department is responsible for an area, to ensure that the city will be under our control tonight and will not become chaotic..."

Bah bah bah, Brady Martin said it.

After listening.

Ryan Baker and others all nodded in agreement.

immediately.

The five people discussed a specific implementation plan.

That's it, this meeting is over.

Ryan Baker and others all left, went back, mobilized personnel, and got busy.

*******
Ten p.m.

The storm, which had died down for a while, regained its power.

The rain fell again in torrents, and the wind howled again.

Miami, which was originally noisy, is slowly becoming deserted as cars rush back and figures run home.

"Run, run, go home," said a police officer in a police car that had been parked on the side of the road, looking at this scene.

The companion heard it and smiled, "Fortunately the storm has come again, otherwise, there would be people everywhere, and we would be in trouble."

"Yeah, it would be better if there was no one."

"God bless, the storm continues to get stronger, and those gangsters don't come here to cause trouble!"

"Don't crow mouth!"

"..."

At this moment, similar conversations were almost heard simultaneously in cars in various places in Miami.

Many police officers are praying that they can spend the night peacefully and that no gangsters will come to fight in the area they are on duty, so as not to see the sun tomorrow.

The rain is getting heavier.

There are fewer and fewer vehicles on the road.

10:30 in the evening.

More than 500 veterans, with their equipment ready, got into the car in batches and rushed to each destination.

Around eleven o'clock.

Not too far away from almost all the bars, clubs, nightclubs, hotels, factories, etc. owned by local black gangs in Miami, vehicles began to arrive one after another in the violent storm, slowly stopped on the roadside, and then turned off their engines. It just stopped there silently.

Eleven forty-three.

More than 100 people including Dingze, Abruzzi, Mickey and Ron arrived at the villa of Pascow Sloan, the boss of the black gang in Miami, in the city center and waited quietly.

1 minute, 5 minutes, 10 minutes...

at last.

The time has arrived at 55:[-].

Ding Ze glanced at the time, decisively picked up the walkie-talkie, and told all personnel involved in the operation, "Put on your hoods and count down for 5 minutes."

One command.

More than 100 subordinates of the Abruzzi family and more than 500 veterans followed the instructions and took action.

*******
at this time.

The luxurious clock in the living room of the villa rang, Duang, Duang, Duang.

It's early morning.

Another new day.

(End of this chapter)