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Chapter 111 Mike, change your job.

After Mike's friend matched Dingze's fingerprints in the system, the FBI did quickly receive the system prompt and immediately called the Albuquerque Police Department to inquire about the situation.

Mike's friends, according to the method Mike suggested, implicated Ding Ze's fingerprints in the death of a gangster who was sent to the morgue yesterday...

To be precise, Ding Ze's fingerprints were put on the gun that killed the gangster...
The FBI was given an explanation and, of course, took it seriously.

Unfortunately, the FBI does not have a branch in Albuquerque. The nearest branch is in Santa Fe.

The agents were coming from Santa Fe and needed time.

The agents were out in force.

Almost at the same time, very reasonable.

Mahone, who was desperately tracking Michael Scofield's group, also received news and learned that Ding Ze had appeared in Albuquerque.

However, Mahone did not have any violent reaction and did not intend to do anything.

Subconsciously, Ma Hong knew that those detectives were useless and could not catch Ding Ze.

Mahone just silently thought about the reason why Ding Ze suddenly left Miami and ran to Albuquerque...

at dusk.

More than a dozen agents from the Santa Fe Division of the FBI arrived at the Albuquerque Police Station and personally questioned Mike's friends.

Mike's friend is a veteran, and after receiving the call before, he started to cover up the relevant work...
They were also law enforcement officers. After checking, the detectives found no reason to embarrass Mike's friends.

Mike's friend got through this incident smoothly, and later called Mike to inform him of the situation...
Mike was still sitting in the car outside the car wash. After listening, he calmly replied, "I'm sorry for causing you a lot of trouble this time. I will make it up to you."

What could Mike's friend say? After saying a few words, he hung up the phone.

Mike put away his phone and continued to observe the car wash. The plan was to wait for Ding Ze to leave, then go to the car wash to inquire and find out what Ding Ze was doing inside.

*******
In a car wash.

Ding Ze formally introduced Walter, the new manager, to all other employees of the car wash shop.

This car wash shop is not small, with a total area of ​​several hundred square meters.

The total number of employees is nearly 40.

After Ding Ze said briefly, he ignored it, "Walter, the rest is up to you."

"I will work hard, boss," Walter responded with a smile and a nod.

Ding Ze didn't say much, walked out of the car wash shop, stood outside the shop, lit a cigarette, and then slowly moved his eyes and looked around.

He speculated that with Uncle Fried Chicken's caution, Uncle Fried Chicken would definitely send someone to keep an eye on him.

He just wasn't sure who would be watching him.

'Several hours have passed, and the fingerprints should have been found. '

'If you find out and know who I am, then...it will only make sense to send Mike...'

Ding Ze thought and looked slowly.

Mike's classic car may not be that conspicuous to people in this world, but to Ding Ze, it is enough.

Bingo!

Ding Ze saw it, smiled silently, and then, without hesitation, turned around and returned to the car wash.

He saw Mike's car and knew where Mike was, so of course he couldn't walk over to it head-on. With Mike's alertness, if he walked over to it head-on, Mike would definitely evacuate immediately.

He had to go around from the side.

Ding Ze circled around for a while.

In fact, in order not to scare Comrade Mike away, Ding Ze went around in a big circle.

Finally, everything went well.

Ding Ze successfully walked around to the back of Mike's car, which was not too far away, and walked over in a leisurely manner.

at the same time.

As the head of security under Uncle Fried Chicken, Mike was alert enough and almost immediately noticed Ding Ze's approach through the rearview mirror in the car.

then.

Mike didn't have any ink marks at all. He immediately reached out and grasped the handle of the pistol at his waist. Then he took out his cell phone and dialed Uncle Fried Chicken's number.

"Ding Ze is now about 20 meters behind my car, walking towards me, alone. I don't know how he targeted me. How are you going to deal with it?"

Uncle Fried Chicken frowned and was really surprised. Then, after a moment's thought, he said, "He's targeting you. There's no point in leaving... Let's see what he wants to say."

"Okay," Mike responded simply, hung up the phone and waited quietly.

It's only about twenty meters, so the distance is very short.

Soon.

Ding Ze went to the passenger side of Mike's car, holding a cigarette in his mouth. He bent down through the car window and smiled at Mike who was sitting behind the steering wheel. "Mike, can I get in the car?"

Mike turned to look at Ding Ze, expressionless, and nodded silently in response.

Ding Ze saw that Ma Liu opened the car door and was about to get in the car.

At that moment, Mike said, "Please don't smoke in my car."

Check it out.

As expected of Mike.

How domineering.

Ding Ze smiled, cooperatively took off the cigarette from his mouth, threw it away, then got in the car and closed the door.

"How long have you been sitting here?" Ding Ze took the initiative to speak after sitting down.

"More than an hour," Mike answered.

"Are you bored?" Ding Ze asked again with a smile.

"..." Mike didn't want to answer such a meaningless question.

Ding Ze didn't care and continued, "It's probably quite boring, but you've probably gotten used to it."

"You came to me to chat?" Mike asked.

"Of course it's not just that," Ding Ze smiled back, "It's just casual chatting. I'm mainly here to talk to you about a serious matter."

"Oh? What's the matter?" Mike asked again.

"Are you considering changing your job?" Ding Ze said directly without mincing words, "I admire your ability very much. My company is in great need of talents like you."

"????" Mike really didn't expect that Ding Ze was talking about this. He was actually a little surprised. He quickly looked at Ding Ze subconsciously and did not answer, "You said it as if you know me very well."

Ding Ze smiled brightly.

Hey, you know it very well.

"I do know you very well," Dingze replied, "I know you, I know your partner Victor, I know Gustavo Fulin's business, I know Madrigal Electric, I know Lydia, Oh, by the way...I also know your granddaughter Kelly."

As Mike listened, the shock in his chest quickly became stronger...
Then Kelly's name entered the air...

Geek!

Mike's heart tightened and he instinctively drew his gun.

next second.

Mike resisted the impulse and looked at Ding Ze with a fierce look on his face without blinking, "Are you threatening me?"

When Ding Ze heard this, he couldn't help but feel a little depressed, and simply shook his head, "Why do people often have such misunderstandings about my words?"

"No, it's not a threat. I'm just stating the fact that I know you very well. It has nothing to do with threats." "Don't get me wrong."

Mike didn't believe it and still stared at Ding Ze, "What exactly do you want to do?"

"I told you, my company needs talents like you," Ding Ze didn't shy away. He met Mike's gaze and said with a smile, "Miami is much better than Albuquerque. It's too desolate and lifeless here. It's nothing. mean."

"With your ability, I can give you an annual salary of 300 million US dollars, plus various welfare subsidies."

As he spoke, he paused.

Ding Ze emphasized his tone slightly and added, "All of these incomes will be formal and legal income. You can leave them to Kelly. No matter what happens in the future, the FBI, DEA, National Security Agency, etc. will not be able to do anything about it." Take the money."

heard.

Shock or shock.

But inevitably, Mike was indeed a little tempted.

Working for Uncle Fried Chicken is indeed great, but the financial risks are real...
As Mike gets older, he goes through all kinds of troubles, not only for himself, but also for Kelly...
Mike was silent for a while.

Not saying a word.

The heart is moved.

To say that I would change jobs without any hesitation...
impossible.

Seeing this, Ding Ze understood, so he said, "It's okay, you can think about it, don't be in a hurry. Besides, there's no need to stare here, it's meaningless. Please tell Mr. Fulin that I have no ill intentions. I'm here this time." , I will only stay here for a few weeks and will not have any conflict with him."

"In fact, I quite admire him. He left Chile, traveled to Mexico, and then came to Albuquerque. He has been doing this for almost 18 years, and he has never been noticed by the DEA. It's amazing."

Ding Ze said this in one breath. When he was done, he opened the car door and said, "Well, Mike, see you later. By the way, if you want to find me, go to that car wash and wash your car and leave a message to the manager." bye."

After speaking, Ding Ze got out of the car and walked towards the car wash.

Mike sat in the car and did not move. He only moved his eyes and followed Ding Ze's figure.

For a long time.

Mike stopped looking and took a long, deep breath. Then he started the car and called Uncle Fried Chicken while driving.

"We need to talk, the matter is very serious!" Mike said in a serious tone.

Feeling Mike's tone, Uncle Fried Chicken didn't dare to be careless, "Okay."
-
In the office behind the fried chicken restaurant.

Mike and Uncle Fried Chicken sat opposite each other.

Mike had already told Uncle Fried Chicken everything Ding Ze said, including the part about wanting to poach him.

After listening.

Uncle Fried Chicken's already dark face became much darker. "How did he know so many things? You never noticed?"

The meaning of this statement is obvious. Uncle Fried Chicken believes that Ding Ze has sent people to Albuquerque for in-depth investigation earlier, otherwise there is no reason to know so many things.

When Mike heard this, he shook his head with great certainty, "It's impossible. Finding these things can't be done in a day or two! If someone has been in Albuquerque for a long time, I will definitely know."

Uncle Fried Chicken still believed in Mike's ability, "Then how did he know?"

Mike shook his head again, "I can't figure it out."

Uncle Fried Chicken fell silent, put aside the issue for the time being, and began to think about how to deal with this matter.

Mike waited quietly.

After a while.

To be honest, Uncle Fried Chicken has a bit of a headache.

Kill Dingze and Mickey?
Ding Ze knows so many things... If he kills Ding Ze, what is the probability that his secrets will be exposed to the sun by Ding Ze's men?

Not to mention, the revenge of Dongfeng Security...

how to respond?

"What do you think about this matter?" Uncle Fried Chicken asked Mike.

As a very powerful former police officer, Mike was naturally thinking about this just now.

Mike looked at Uncle Fried Chicken and said, "You can't kill him. Since he dares to bring a gangster to Albuquerque, he must be absolutely sure."

"You have to figure out what he wants, and then, if you can talk, talk. If you really can't talk, be fully prepared before taking action."

"When we act, we must be quick, accurate and ruthless so that he cannot react and catch him off guard."

Uncle Fried Chicken thought about this and spoke.

"Not long ago, I read his relevant information. After that, I made a few calls to Miami to learn about the situation."

"After being released from Fox River Prison, Dingze first integrated the Abruzzi family and moved the Abruzzi family to Miami. Then he suddenly appeared in New York and took away the underground of New York's Trinity Church, with a total value of approximately tens of billions. With the treasure of US dollars, he later established a company called Dongfeng Security in Miami, recruiting veterans with high salaries."

"A few days later, he used a thunderous operation to eliminate the local black gangs in Miami and successfully established a foothold in Miami."

"A few days later, it's hard to say what exactly happened. I just know that the Russian gang in Miami reached a cooperation with him."

"To this day, half of Miami belongs to him."

"The remaining half may fall into his hands soon."

Uncle Fried Chicken said so.

"With our manpower, no matter how we prepare, we can't move him unless... Mexico helps, but this is not an option..."

having said so much.

Uncle Fried Chicken suddenly sighed.

When I was thinking just now...
He had actually vaguely guessed Ding Ze's purpose.

It's just that he can't accept it.

But the reality is so cruel.

He seemed to have no choice, at least, for the time being, he couldn't think of any better choice.

Mike had been running outside all afternoon and didn't know much about what Uncle Fried Chicken said. He only had a basic understanding of Ding Ze.

This understanding has now been refreshed...
Mike fully realized how bad this matter was, "We might start with his family. He always has weaknesses."

Uncle Fried Chicken shook his head, "No, he has no family, both parents are dead, no wife, no children, nothing."

This is really unexplainable.

"..." Mike was speechless for a moment.

"Go and make arrangements, ask him when he is free, and I'll treat him to a meal," Uncle Fried Chicken said, having no choice, "First determine what he wants, and then work out a plan."

"Okay," Mike had no choice but to nod in agreement, get up and leave, returning to the car wash.
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Ding Ze was no longer at the car wash, and took Mickey to where Saul Goodman should be.

result.

No.

Saul Goodman isn't here.

Ding Ze sat in the car, exhaled a puff of smoke, and smiled helplessly.

It's not hard to guess why Saul Goodman isn't here.

'The timeline of this world is so messed up! '

Ding Ze muttered silently, then drove away.

Since Saul Goodman is not here, let's go to the next destination and meet the next person he wants to see.

(End of this chapter)