I Have A Super USB Drive

"Let's say, since you've worked so hard to get me here, what do you want from me, money? Or something else?"

"You will know soon."

The young man smiled and made a please gesture, "Sir, your children are waiting for you, please follow me—"

Dlamini stood up blankly, just about to take a step, but suddenly his feet were soft and almost fell to the ground.

"It's okay, it's just a side effect of shock bombs and anesthetics, which will subside in a few days."

The young man reminded him, but he didn't mean to step forward to help him.

Dlamini had to gritted his teeth, stood up forcibly, and leaned on the wall and walked out.

After walking out of the door, Dlamini discovered that his location turned out to be the bedroom of a suite, and at this time he had already arrived in the living room of the suite.

"godfather!"

"My Godfather!"

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

For a moment, Dlamini's heart warmed slightly, and he shook his head at the two of them and said that he was fine.

Snapped!

Snapped!

Snapped!

Seeing this scene, the corners of the youth's mouth couldn't help but provoke a mocking smile, and 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, it is necessary for them to recognize the two fathers, so the title Godfather appeared. I wonder if you are also in this way?"

"Yes." Dlamini raised his head when he heard the words. "Jack and Ryan are both children of brothers who died for me. They were raised by my own hands. They are my most trusted relatives and assistants."

"So that's it..."

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

The young people known as Jack and Ryan trembled all over when they heard the words and couldn't help but bow their heads.

"What do you mean?" Dlamini frowned.

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

Suddenly, the recorder played a conversation, and the young people in front of him asked questions, and the two answered them. The contents were all Dlamini's secrets.

"You..." Just after listening to a short period of time, Dlamini's eyes flashed with killing intent, just about to get angry, but when he thought of his current situation, he suddenly laughed bitterly and sank into the sofa.

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

"In fact, if you want to survive, you also have a chance." The youth suddenly said.

The three raised their heads.

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

The expressions of everyone flashed suddenly.

"Can't you tell?"

The young man took the pistol closer, and said in a low, bewildering tone, "As long as you grab this gun and point it at my head-with a bang, you will be saved!"

Jack and Ryan glanced at each other, both of them were somewhat uncertain about the true intentions of the youth 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 standing in the corner.

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

"Look, no one is watching you anymore."

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

The man named Jack took the gun hesitantly.

"Okay, next, turn on the insurance and point it at my brow."

The young man took the gun in Jack's hand and placed it on his eyebrows, then slowly opened his hands, and kept moving his fingers to show that he was unguarded.

Jack's eyes kept flickering, as if hesitating.

"Shoot?"

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

But at this moment, Jack holding the gun suddenly flashed, opened the insurance like lightning, and pulled the trigger heavily at the same time!

His previous hesitation turned out to be a disguise!

But something strange happened!

At the moment when he was about to pull the trigger and completely kill the weird youth 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 his right hand slowly released the trigger, and at the same time his elbow numb, his arm slowly raised.

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

"I, I don't know!"

Jack was almost crying. He quickly stretched out his left hand to hold his right arm, but just raised his left hand, it fell down again.

The left hand is also out of control!

Next, Dlamini and Ryan saw a picture that they could not forget in their entire lives-in full view, Jack's arm bends back strangely, and at the same time, his wrist is turned over and Glock is aimed at his head!

"Stop it, Jack!" Ryan exclaimed.

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

Jack was full of horror. He kept twisting his waist and neck, trying to dodge and turn to his muzzle, but shortly afterwards, he lost the control of all his limbs!

In the end, in Jack's horrified and desperate gaze, the black muzzle in his hand was completely aimed at him...

boom!

With the sound of a gunshot, Jack's temple suddenly saw a penetrating bullet hole, one on the left and one on the left.

"Wow!"

Ryan on the side let out a scream, staring blankly at this weird scene, but something even more weird appeared-after Jack's brain was mixed with bullets, the opponent's body was still standing 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 let out a scream, he quickly grabbed the gun, and wanted to shoot at the youth in front of him!

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

boom!

With another shot, Ryan also drooped his head completely. There was a fist-sized bullet hole on his forehead, and his arm stretched out strangely, and handed the gun to Dlamini.

It's like a death relay...

"Witchcraft? Or some kind of high technology?"

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

He glanced at the back necks of Jack and Ryan who were still standing there. There was also 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. He could only watch the opponent take over his body and picked up the one that had killed two. The personal pistol aimed at his head again...

As death approached, Dlamini slowly closed his eyes.

"Crack!"

Dlamini was shocked.

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 intend to kill me, otherwise the kidnapping of me is meaningless..."

Dlamini couldn't help smiling bitterly. He had forgotten even such a basic question. It seemed that he was really old.

"How do you feel?"

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

"You are a devil!"

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

Until this time, he once again regained control over the body.

"Mr. Dlamini is serious."

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

"What do you want?" Dlamini said weakly.

"I want to borrow the Eiffel thermal power plant under yours for a few days."

"Okay, that 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 finger gently, squatting down and saying, "I don't need the ownership of your power plant. I said, I just'borrow it for a few days'."

"I understand what you mean……"

Dlamini shook his head when he heard the words, "It's useless. This power plant supplies most of Cape Town's electricity. Although the ownership of the power plant is in my hands, I don't have the right to transfer the electricity. If I transfer to other cities, the city hall will not allow me to do this."

"Who said I want to transfer the ESC to other places?"

Hearing this, the young man laughed instead, "You don't need to be concerned with the whereabouts of the electricity, you only need to do one thing for me."

As he said, the young man turned and walked out of the door, and said as he walked, "I need you to help me block the pressure of'overhead'."

"Pressure, you mean official?" Dlamini took a breath.

"Yes, I don't care what means or excuses you use. It is enough to bear 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, then turned and walked out the door.

"Unharmed!"