I Have A Super USB Drive

"Tell me, what do you want from me, money? Or something else?"

"You'll know soon enough."

The young man smiled and made a please gesture, "Sir, your children are waiting for you, please come with me-"

Dlamini stood up expressionlessly, just about to take a step, but suddenly his feet softened and he almost fell to the ground.

"It doesn't matter, it's just a side effect of shock bombs and anesthetics, and it will subside in a few days."

The young man reminded, but he had no intention of stepping forward to help him.

Dlamini had to grit his teeth, force his body to stand up, and walk out against the wall.

After walking out of the door, Dlamini realized that his position turned out to be the bedroom of a suite, and at this time he had come to the living room of the suite.

"godfather!"

"Godfather!"

In the living room, two young men quickly greeted Dlamini after seeing Dlamini, and helped him to sit down on the sofa.

For a time, Dlamini's heart warmed slightly, and he shook his head at the two to indicate that he was fine.

Snapped!

Snapped!

Snapped!

Seeing this scene, the young man's mouth couldn't help but provoke a mocking smile, and he applauded slowly, "It's really a scene of a father's kindness and filial piety... I heard that there is a custom in Italy—"

"Italians believe that the whole world is too dangerous for children who are still in the process of cognition, so in order to better teach children, they must recognize two fathers, so there is a name like godfather, I don't know if you are too in this way?"

"That's right." Dlamini heard the words and raised his head. "Jack and Ryan are the children of brothers who died for me. They were raised by me and are my most trusted relatives and assistants."

"I see……"

The mockery at the corner of the youth's mouth deepened, and he looked at the two with exaggerated body language, "What do you think, Mr. Dlamini is your closest person?"

The young men known as Jack and Ryan shuddered and lowered their heads.

"What do you mean?" Dlamini frowned.

"These are the previous recordings." The young man took out a recording pen from his pocket and held it in the air, while gently pressing the switch.

Immediately, the voice recorder played a conversation, the young man in front of him asked questions, and the two answered, and the relevant content was all Dlamini's secrets.

"You..." After just listening to a short paragraph, Dlamini's eyes flashed with murderous intent, just about to get angry, but when he thought of his current situation, he suddenly smiled bitterly and fell heavily into the sofa.

This time, he didn't even have the strength to straighten his back.

"Actually, if you want to survive, you also have a chance." The young man said suddenly.

The three looked up.

The young man smiled, took out a Glock 18C from behind, held the gun handle upside down, and gently carried it in front of the three of them.

The expressions of everyone suddenly flashed.

"Can't you see it?"

The young man carried the pistol closer, and said in a low and bewitching tone, "Just grab this pistol and put it at my head - bang, you will be saved!"

Jack and Ryan looked at each other, and they were a little uncertain about the true intentions of the young man in front of them.

"Why, don't you dare to do it? Is it because you are afraid of the people behind me?" The young man deliberately glanced behind him and said to the men who were guarding the corner, "Cheng Chao, you go out first, and you are not allowed to come in without my order."

"Yes, boss." The man called Cheng Chao suddenly opened the door and walked out of the room without hesitation.

"Look, nobody is looking after you now."

The young man turned his head and brought the gun closer again, even hitting one of the men in the face, "Pick it up,

Come on, like a man. "

The man named Jack took the gun hesitantly.

"Okay, next, open the insurance and aim it between my eyebrows."

The young man held the gun barrel in Jack's hand and placed it between his eyebrows, then slowly opened his hands and swiped his fingers continuously to show that he was unsuspecting.

Jack's eyes kept flickering, as if hesitating.

"Shoot?"

The young man laughed even more wanton, his eyes were like a dark abyss, "Don't you dare to shoot? You don't have the strength to shoot, and you say it's a triad?"

But at this moment, Jack, who was holding the gun, suddenly flashed his expression, opened the safety like lightning, and pulled the trigger hard at the same time!

His previous hesitation turned out to be all a disguise!

But something weird happened!

Just when he was about to pull the trigger and completely kill the strange young man in front of him, he was suddenly stunned.

He only felt that he seemed to have lost control of his right hand.

"What, what's going on?"

Jack watched in astonishment as he slowly released the trigger with his right hand. At the same time, his elbow became numb, and his arm actually slowly lifted up by himself.

"Jack, what are you doing?" Ryan on the side was surprised.

"I-I don't know!"

Jack was about to cry, and he hurriedly stretched out his left hand to hold his right arm, but just as his left hand was raised, it fell down again.

The left hand is also out of control!

Next, Dlamini and Ryan saw an unforgettable scene in their entire lives-under the watchful eyes of all, Jack's arm bent back strangely, and at the same time, his wrist was turned over and Glock was aimed at his head!

"Stop, Jack!" Ryan shouted.

"I can't stop, come and help me!"

Jack's face was full of horror. He kept twisting his waist and neck, trying to dodge the gun that turned to him, but then, he lost control of all his limbs!

In the end, in Jack's terrified and desperate eyes, the dark muzzle in his hand was completely aimed at himself...

boom!

There was a gunshot, and a penetrating bullet hole appeared on Jack's temple, one on the left and one on the left.

"Wow!"

Ryan on the side screamed and stared at this strange scene, but something even more strange happened - after Jack's brain was smashed by bullets, the other's body still stood firmly in place!

Not only that, the other party even stretched out his arm and handed the gun to Ryan.

"You are the devil!" Ryan screamed, he quickly grabbed the gun, and wanted to shoot at the young man in front of him!

But the next second, he found that his body couldn't move either...

boom!

There was another gunshot, and Ryan lowered his head completely. There was a fist-sized bullet hole in his forehead, and his arm stretched out strangely, handing the gun to Dlamini.

It's like a death relay...

"Witchcraft? Or some kind of high-tech?"

Dlamini's eyes were rounded, and he looked at the black pistol in front of him in disbelief, but he couldn't help but think about the wound on the back of his neck and Indell again.

He glanced at the back of the necks of Jack and Ryan, who were still standing there. They also had a small wound on their necks.

really……

Unfortunately, it is too late to know this.

At this time, Dlamini found that he had lost control of his body, as if another soul lived in his body. Personal pistol, aiming at his head again...

Dlamini closed his eyes slowly as death approached.

"Crack!"

Dlamini's body trembled.

However, the expected death did not come. It turned out that the third bullet in the gun was empty.

"Mistake? No, the other party didn't want to kill me in the first place, otherwise the act of kidnapping me is meaningless..."

Dlamini couldn't help but smile bitterly, he even forgot such a basic question, it seems that he is really old.

"How do you feel?"

The young man beside him still said in a calm and relaxed tone, "Is there a sense of rebirth?"

"You are a devil!"

Dlamini slumped heavily on the ground and said tiredly, "You won... My pride, my dignity, and my glory have all been trampled to smithereens by you, and you have achieved your goal!"

Until this time, he regained control of his body again.

"Mr. Dlamini is serious."

Until this time, the young man seemed to finally be serious. He walked up to Dlamini and said condescendingly, "Dlamini, I want to borrow something from you..."

"What do you want?" Dlamini asked weakly.

"I want to borrow the Eiffel thermal power plant that you own for a few days."

"Okay, the Eiffel Power Plant is yours." Dlamini said without hesitation, "What else?"

"Sorry, I think you may have misunderstood something."

Hearing the words, the young man shook his fingers slightly, squatted down and said, "I don't need the ownership of your power plant, I said, I'm just 'borrowing for a few days'."

"I understand what you mean……"

Hearing this, Dlamini shook his head, "It's useless, this power plant supplies more than half of Cape Town's electricity, although the power plant is owned by me, but I have no right to use the electricity it generates. If I move to another city, the city hall will not allow me to do so.”

"Who said I'm going to tune the ESC elsewhere?"

Hearing this, the young man laughed instead, "You don't need to worry about the whereabouts of the electricity, you just need to do one thing for me."

Having said that, the young man turned around and walked towards the door, saying as he walked, "I need you to help me block the pressure of 'over my head'."

"Pressure, you mean official?" Dlamini gasped.

"That's right, I don't care what method or excuse you use, as long as you can withstand the pressure of the power plant to reach Cape Town without electricity for several days, as long as you can do it, I guarantee you..."

The young man paused, turned and walked out the door.

"No harm!"