"What do you mean you're begging us? You don't seem sincere at all."
Ding Ning muttered with a face full of dissatisfaction. Hobbit was so angry that he almost spat out a mouthful of blood.
However, the situation was not in his favor. Since he had already lost all his face, he did not mind losing a little more. He took a few deep breaths to calm himself down. He adjusted his tone and said humbly, "I beg you, leave America as soon as possible."
"Alright, since you're so sincere, I'll reluctantly accept your suggestion. We'll leave immediately after I've sent the people I need."
Ding Ning looked at Hobbit's trembling body and clenched fists. He knew that going too far was as bad as not going far enough. If he continued to play along and forced this guy to fight to the death, it would be troublesome. After all, Diba was still in their hands.
Hobbit secretly heaved a sigh of relief. He suppressed the shame in his heart and said with a dark face, "I'll ask someone to send the people over as soon as possible."
Ding Ning ignored him. He picked up his phone and said calmly, "Stop the plan to blow up the Capitol and wait for my next order."
Hobbit suddenly shivered, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. He secretly thought that he was lucky that he admitted defeat. Otherwise, if the Capitol was blown up, the consequences would be severe.
America, which was known as the world's strongest military country, did not even have the ability to protect the Capitol. Not only would it become the world's biggest laughing stock, but it would also lose its prestige. Those countries that had always followed America's lead would also turn their backs on America and join the arms of other big countries. By then, the losses that America would suffer would be immeasurable.
With that thought in mind, Hobbit felt better. He thought rather tragically, 'I'm sacrificing my own honor to bow to these damn bastards for the sake of the entire United States. Not only am I not the sinner of the United States, but I should be the hero who saved the country instead.'
The more Hobbit thought about it, the more he felt that he was great. He was immersed in his own emotions, and a proud smile appeared on his face.
Ding Ning frowned slightly and immediately became vigilant. 'Why does this guy have such an expression? Could it be that he still hasn't given up and has other plans? '
This made him very uneasy. It was better to be safe than sorry. He immediately said, "Hobbit, we will go to Arizona now and send the people I want there. I advise you not to play any tricks. You know what I mean."
Hobbit was slightly stunned. Arizona was the border between America and Moker Nation. Although he did not understand why Ding Ning suddenly wanted to go there, he was more than happy that they were willing to leave the hinterland of America. He immediately agreed and called someone to send Diba and Williams to Arizona.
Ding Ning secretly heaved a sigh of relief. He turned around and boarded the flying boat, flying toward Arizona.
After leaving Hobbit's line of sight, he immediately sent a text message and secretly separated a part of his Martial Soul to quickly fly toward the Bering Strait.
He would never put his fate in the hands of others. No matter what tricks Hobbit wanted to play, he was not afraid. But every minute that Diba was in the hands of the enemy made him restless.
The Bering Sea was the northernmost part of the Pacific Ocean. To the west was Russia's Siberia, and to the east was America's Alaska.
The Bering Strait was the only route connecting the Arctic Ocean and the Pacific Ocean. It was also the shortest sea passage between North America and Asia.
Ding Ning guessed that Williams would probably take the shortest passage with Diba, so he temporarily decided to go to Arizona and wait. One reason was to prevent other unforeseen events, and the other was to see if he could find Diba and rescue her in advance.
Hobbit looked at the direction where the flying boat disappeared and sighed softly. He returned to the cabin and immediately made a call. He arranged for someone to wait at the border. As soon as Williams entered the border with Diba, he would immediately get someone to control him and send them to Arizona.
On a cargo ship called Sea Dragon, Williams was standing on the deck and quietly staring at the Bering Sea in the night.
Standing on the deck, he quietly gazed at the Bering Sea in the night.
Even though the US government had given them the green light all the way, it was not something that could be done in a short period of time. According to the flight calculations, it would take at least two hours before they could enter the US territory.
In the cargo hold below the deck, Diba was tied up with a special rope. She was curled up, and her face was pale because of fear.
She did not know who the people who broke into her house and kidnapped her were, but she knew that they were very powerful. Even though she was already a powerhouse at the peak of the True Martial Realm, she was subdued by the American named Williams in one blow without even being able to resist.
This made her realize that these kidnappers were not ordinary kidnappers. They were powerful martial artists like Ding Ning.
Thinking of Ding Ning, Diba was filled with regret.
After watching Ding Ning's extraordinary performance at the medical summit, she once had the impulse to rush to Ninghai to celebrate with him.
But because of a guest interview program, she finally gave up on this idea. After all, she had always been a very dedicated person.
But this time, she really regretted it. If it were not for her career, she would be intimate with Ding Ning at this moment, instead of being locked in this dark cargo hold and facing unknown fear.
Of course, she knew very well that even if she could escape this time by rushing to Ninghai impulsively, these people obviously had a premeditated plan. Next time, she would not be able to escape the misfortune of being kidnapped.
She only regretted not being able to see the man she loved for the last time for the sake of her career. This made her feel an indescribable regret.
The Water Martial Spirit had inherited the speed of the Sky Roc. It was close to ten times the speed of sound, and with the addition of the Water Escape, it was as fast as lightning in the air. Even the military satellites could not capture his fleeting figure.
In less than half an hour, he rushed to the sky above the Bering Strait. He slowed down and searched all the ships sailing on the sea like an eagle.
But in the night, the temperature was very low, and the air was dense with humidity, forming a thin layer of water mist. The visibility was greatly reduced, so he had to land from a high altitude and keep searching on the sea surface.
"Ring ring ring!"
A hurried phone rang. Williams, who was standing on the deck, frowned. He took out his phone and found that it was a call from Andrea. He immediately pressed the answer button and said respectfully, "Young Master, we will arrive in America in about two hours."
"Oh, America is not very peaceful tonight. Is everything going well on your side?"
Andrea was silent for a while before asking.
Williams was his private product and one of the few biochemical warriors who could maintain high intelligence. He was his extremely powerful right-hand man. Hobbit's decision made him very dissatisfied, but he did not dare to openly disobey.
Therefore, he intended to do his best and leave it to fate. He hinted to Williams as a guest and a host. As for whether Williams could sense that something was wrong, he could only leave it to fate.
Williams frowned. He felt that there was something in Andrea's words, but he could not figure it out at the moment. He still said respectfully, "Everything is going well."
"That's good. Be careful. That's all."
Andrea said faintly and hung up the phone.
Listening to the busy tone on the phone, Williams remained motionless as he answered the phone, but there was a thoughtful look on his face.
Andrea actually told him to be careful?
This made him feel that something was not right. He knew very well that in Andrea's eyes, biochemical warriors were a kind of consumable. He would not take it seriously no matter how many of them died.
However, this time, he showed concern for him for the first time. This abnormal scene made him feel very uneasy.
Coupled with what Andrea said earlier about America not being peaceful tonight, he immediately realized that something that he did not know about might have happened in America. It might have even seriously threatened his life.
Andrea's hesitation was completely different from his usual straightforward style of giving direct orders. This meant that he had concerns and could only use this obscure method to warn Williams.
Williams frowned. He had no idea what exactly happened in America, but as a biochemical human with high intelligence, he had emotions and desires that were no different from humans.
He used to be an excellent businessman, but he was diagnosed with a terminal illness that would lead to his death. His strong indignation made him take the initiative to look for the Caesar Family. After some consideration, he accepted the Caesar Family's proposal to install a loyalty chip in his brain. That was how he obtained the opportunity to undergo biochemical modification and obtained a new life in this alternative way.
Therefore, he had a desire to live and a vigilance that far exceeded ordinary people. He immediately sensed danger from Andrea's unconventional phone call.
"Turn around immediately and return to Russia."
Williams was very decisive. He looked for the captain immediately and ordered coldly.
The captain was an old white man with a big beard. He had a common American name, John.
Although he knew that Williams was most likely a big shot, he still shook his head when he heard what Williams said. "No, Mr. Williams, I'm sorry. This is a cargo ship with a lot of goods. We must deliver these goods to the designated port according to the agreed time …"
"Pfft!"
Before he could finish speaking, Hardedef felt a pain in his chest, and his voice came to an abrupt halt. He lowered his head in disbelief and saw a mechanical arm emitting a metallic luster penetrating his chest, pulling out his still beating heart, and crushing it with a bang.
"You damned devil, God will not forgive you … …"
John lifted his head strenuously and glared at Williams' calm, cold eyes in anger and fear. He cursed in despair. His pupils continued to expand, and he fell to the ground with a thud. His eyes gradually lost their luster, but they were still wide open. He looked at the sky as if he was questioning why God did not protect his people.
Looking at John's aggrieved expression, Williams did not show any emotion. He turned around and looked at the crew members around him who had fear written all over their faces. They seemed to have yet to recover from the shock of John's death. He said calmly, "Who's the vice-captain?"
Nobody said anything, but they instinctively looked at a tall and burly white man in the crowd.
"You're the vice-captain. What's your name?"
Williams stared at the burly man and asked calmly.
The burly man's face was full of horror. Sweat dripped from his forehead like rain. He trembled all over and bent down. His teeth chattered uncontrollably. He stammered with a sad face, "M-M-Lord, my name is Rankey. I'm … I'm the vice-captain of the Sea Dragon."
"Now I have something important to do and I have to turn around and rush back to Russia immediately. Do you have any objections?"
Williams' face was as calm as an ancient well. He stared at Rankey and asked calmly.
"No … no … no problem, as … as you wish."
Rankey was scared out of his wits. Damn it, Captain John's heart was crushed if he had any objections. I wouldn't dare to say anything even if I had any objections.
"Very well, then let's do as you say."
Williams nodded with satisfaction and said calmly.
"Yes … Yes … Yes … Sir."
Ranchi bowed his head humbly and stammered.
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