I Have A Super USB Drive

After a while, a black man with a skinny body was brought in.

The black man kept a circle of stubble and wore an expensive suit. He looked decent, but he was a little abnormally thin, and his eyes were as dim as a fog.

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

When I saw Dlamini, the black man suddenly showed a look of fear but excitement, "Ah, Etor, I have good news to inform you!"

"Indell, have you paid 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 rand, but it doesn't matter, I came with good news today."

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

"It's just a few days of grace?" The middle-aged man shook his head with a mysterious expression, "This matter is related to your political future..."

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

"Let him come over."

Dlamini waved his hand. After all, the opponent 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 over to Dlamini and said in a low voice, "Dlamini, do you want to be supported by my family?"

...

Two hours later.

Three black high-end cars from far and near, finally stopped in front of a warehouse in Simon Town, South Peninsula, Cape Town.

"This is it."

In the car, the black man called Indell 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, suddenly showing alertness, "Indell Mandela, you know what the price of cheating me is, even if you are'him' Descendants."

"Of course I know."

Indell looked nonchalant, "But because of political enemies, we can only discuss with you here, not to mention that I am here. If something goes wrong, you can ask me for the first time, right?"

Hearing this, Dlamini took a deep look at Indell before getting out of the car.

"hiss……"

However, just as Indell lowered his head and got out of the car, he suddenly made a sound of drawing cold air because of 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 extremely accurately, a master-level technique.

"What happened to the back of your neck?"

"The back of my neck?" Indell grinned reluctantly, his lips seemed a little pale from the pain, "It was a fall, I accidentally fell in the morning..."

"That's really a heavy fall."

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

Suddenly, a musty smell peculiar to abandoned warehouses came over.

"Your family is going to negotiate with me here?" Dlamini's face was even worse when he saw this scene.

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

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

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

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

"Auntie and they have been waiting in there for a long time." The man turned his head and looked over, "Mr. Dlamini, please."

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

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

"Yes." Two of the bodyguards turned around, preparing to exit the warehouse.

But at this moment, anomalies suddenly occurred!

boom!

There was a roar behind me, and the rolling shutter fell directly out of control, sealing the exit. At the same time, roller-shaped objects fell from the ceiling, making a ding-ding-dong-dong sound!

"It's a shock bullet!"

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

Unstoppable!

Boom boom boom boom!!!

From the time Dlamini entered the warehouse to the present, it took only five or six seconds to hear a deafening sound. At the same time, with the dazzling spotlight, everyone present was shocked!

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

During this shock, Delamere only had time to look at Indel, who was also shocked, and completely lost consciousness.

...

When Delamere 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 this position.

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

There is a bed underneath that smells of dampness. It seems to be rarely dried. There is no sound in the room. It seems that I am alone at this time...

Silently comprehending everything in his body, Delamere temporarily relaxed, as if the situation had not yet reached the worst.

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

However, the regret in my heart was buried in my heart the next moment, and now is definitely not the time to regret it. Instead of regretting it, it is better to find ways to escape here.

"Mr. Delamere, I know you are awake."

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

Secretly sighed, Delamere opened his eyes helplessly, and then immediately stretched out his left hand to block him.

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

Sunlight came in from outside the window, making people unable to open their eyes.

After judging where he was in an instant, Dlamini slowly sat up.

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

Delamere reached out and touched it subconsciously, but he felt a wound that had been stitched up.

At this moment, Dlamini thought of the wound on the back of Indell'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, quietly looking at himself.

The man has a slender figure, black hair and dark eyes. He is wearing a black trench coat and jeans.

Through the mask, Delamere could only see a pair of cold eyes like a black hole.

Delamere was certain that it was the face of a yellow race, 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 De La Miller, "No need to look around, this is still the suburbs of Cape Town."

Hearing this, Delamere took a deep breath again and said indifferently, "Go ahead, since you have worked hard to tie me here, what do you want from me?"

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