I Have A Super USB Drive

After a while, a scrawny black man was brought in.

This black man had a stubble, and was wearing an expensive suit. He looked decent, but he was a little abnormally thin, and his eyes were as dim as a layer of fog.

However, seeing the black man like this, Dlamini was not surprised at all. Of course he knew the virtue of the man in front of him, a drug addict who had given up even his family.

As soon as he saw Dlamini, the black man suddenly showed a look of fear but excitement, "Ai, Ettore, I have good news to inform you!"

"Indel, do you have the money to pay me back?" Dlamini frowned. "Also, don't call me another name, we are not so close."

"Okay, Dlamini." The black man smiled awkwardly. "I know, I still owe you five million rands, but it doesn't matter, I'm here with good news today."

"Okay, if what you brought is indeed 'good news', I can consider giving you a few more days of grace." Dlamini sneered.

"Just a few days of grace?" The middle-aged man shook his head with a mysterious expression, "This matter has something to do with your political future..."

Having said that, the middle-aged man wanted to get close to Dlamini, but was stopped by the bodyguard.

"Let him come over."

Dlamini waved his hand. After all, the other party was a member of the Mandela family. As the "first family" of the Rainbow Nation, the man in front of him would not act as a killer to attack him.

The middle-aged man walked to Dlamini's side and said in a low voice, "Dlamini, do you want to be supported by my family?"

...

two hours later.

Three high-end black cars traveled from far to near, and finally stopped in front of a warehouse in Simon's Town, Cape Town's southern peninsula.

"It's here."

Inside the car, the black man known as Indel rubbed his hands excitedly, "The representative of our family is waiting for you inside."

"Are you serious?" Dlamini looked at the uninhabited landscape around him, and suddenly showed a look of vigilance, "Indell Mandela, do you know the price you will pay for deceiving me, even if you are 'he' descendants."

"Of course I know."

Indel looked indifferent, "But because of the political enemy, we can only discuss with you here, not to mention that I am here. If there is a problem, you can ask me for the first time, right?"

Hearing this, Dlamini gave Indel a deep look, and then got out of the car.

"hiss……"

However, just as Indel lowered his head and got out of the car, there was a sudden sound of air-conditioning from the wound.

Dlamini looked subconsciously, but found that there was a short wound on the back of Indel's neck, but it had been sutured.

Not only that, the wound was sutured with extreme precision, which was a master-level technique.

"What's wrong with the back of your neck?"

"The back of my neck?" Indel smiled reluctantly, his lips seemed pale because of the pain, "It was a fall, I accidentally fell in the morning..."

"That was a really heavy blow."

Dlamini no longer intervened, but winked at several bodyguards, and two bodyguards stepped forward and opened the rolling shutters of the warehouse.

Suddenly, a musty smell peculiar to the abandoned warehouse hit the surface.

"Your family is going to negotiate with me here?" Seeing this scene, Dlamini's face became even more ugly.

"Yes, Mr. Dlamini." However, just when everyone was suspicious, a figure walked out of the warehouse.

Several bodyguards raised their guns subconsciously, until the figure approached, and everyone realized that the figure was also a black man, and this person they were very familiar with.

The one that's always on TV.

Oliver Mandela, one of the more outstanding members of the Mandela family.

"Brother, aunt and the others, are they all there?" Indel asked inside.

"Auntie and the others have been waiting inside for a long time." The man turned his head and looked over, "Mr. Dlamini, please."

Seeing that Oliver was also here, Dlamini finally believed Indil's nonsense. He stepped into the warehouse first, and then a group of bodyguards followed.

"Go two people and stay outside." The cautious Dlamini frowned, "Don't all come in."

"Yes." Two of the bodyguards turned around and prepared to exit the warehouse.

But at this moment, a mutation suddenly occurred!

boom!

I just heard a roar behind me, and the rolling gate actually fell out of control, blocking the exit. At the same time, the roller-shaped objects fell from the ceiling, making a ding ding dong dong sound!

"It's a shock bomb!"

Some of the bodyguards exclaimed, and several bodyguards jumped on the shock bomb without even thinking about it, preparing to block the aftermath of the outbreak, but more shock bombs were thrown from the roof!

Unstoppable!

Boom boom boom boom! ! !

From the time Dlamini walked into the warehouse to now, it only took five or six seconds to hear a deafening sound, accompanied by a dazzling magnesium light, which shocked everyone present!

And those bodyguards who used their bodies to resist the shock wave were even fainted without even humming!

In the midst of this shock, Delamir only had time to glance hatefully at Indel, who was also vomited, and completely lost consciousness.

...

When Delamir woke up again, he did not open his eyes immediately, but maintained the previously unconscious posture, trying to perceive everything around him.

This kind of caution is the key to his ability to climb to where he is now.

Everything on the body is normal, there is no sense of being bound, the surrounding air is normal, and he is not in a dark cellar.

There is a bed under him, with a damp smell, it seems that it is rarely dried, there is no sound in the room, it seems that I am alone at this time...

Silently experiencing everything around him, Delamir temporarily relaxed, as if the situation was not at its worst.

It's just that he didn't expect that the two descendants of the Mandela family, Indel and Oliver, would use this method to calculate themselves. This is no longer a matter of prudence...

However, the regret in my heart was buried in the bottom of my heart in the next moment. Now is not the time to regret it. Instead of regretting it, it is better to find a way to escape from here.

"Mr. Delamere, I know you're awake."

However, before he could adjust his mentality, a strange voice came from a position not far from him.

Sighing secretly, Delamir reluctantly opened his eyes, then immediately stretched out his left hand to block his eyes.

He seemed to be in a dilapidated hotel, the room was standard hotel furnishings, and there was a bay window beside him, and outside the window was an empty suburb.

The sun came in from the window, shaking people to the point of being unable to open their eyes.

After instantly judging where he was, Dlamini sat up slowly.

However, when he propped up his body, he suddenly felt a pain in the back of his neck.

Delamir subconsciously reached out and touched it, but he felt a wound that had been sutured.

At this moment, Dlamini thought of the wound on the back of Indel's neck...

"What did you do to me?" Taking a deep breath, Dlamini looked at the source of the sound, but saw a man sitting on the vacant bed next to him, looking at him quietly.

The man has a slender figure, black hair and black eyes, wearing a black trench coat and jeans, and the upper half of his face is covered by a half-face mask.

Through the mask, Delamir could only see a pair of black hole-like eyes.

Delamere was certain that it was a yellow face, and very young.

"Nothing, just a small operation for you."

The young man made a gesture with his thumb and forefinger, and walked slowly to Delamir, "Don't look around, this is still the suburban area of ​​Cape Town."

Hearing the words, Delamir took a deep breath again and said indifferently, "Tell me, since you tried so hard to tie me here, what do you want from me?"

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