"Tell me, since you have gone to great lengths to lure me here, what do you want from me, money? Or something else?"
"You'll find out soon enough."
The young man smiled and made a gesture of invitation, "Sir, your children are waiting for you, please come with me -"
Dlamini stood up expressionlessly. Just as he was about to take a step, his feet suddenly gave way and he almost fell to the ground.
"It doesn't matter. This is just a side effect of the shock bomb and anesthetic. It will subside in a few days."
The young man reminded, but he had no intention of stepping forward to help him.
Dlamini had no choice but to grit his teeth, force himself to stand up, hold on to the wall and walk out.
After walking out of the door, Dlamini realized that he was in the bedroom of a suite, and at this time he had arrived in the living room of the suite.
"godfather!"
"Godfather!"
In the living room, two young men saw Dlamini and hurriedly came over to him and helped him sit down on the sofa.
For a moment, Dlamini's heart warmed slightly, and he shook his head at the two of them to show that he was fine.
Snapped!
Snapped!
Snapped!
Seeing this scene, the young man couldn't help but raise a sarcastic smile, and clapped slowly, "What a scene of a loving father and a filial son... 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 educate children, they must recognize two fathers, so the name godfather came into being. I wonder if you are the same in this way?"
"That's right." Dlamini raised his head and said after hearing this, "Jack and Ryan are both children of my brother who died for me. They were raised by me personally and are my most trusted relatives and assistants."
"I see… "
The sarcasm on the young man's lips deepened, and he looked at the two of them with exaggerated body language, "What do you think, Mr. Dlamini is the person you are closest to?"
The young men known as Jack and Ryan trembled when they heard this and couldn't help but lower 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.
Suddenly, the recorder played a conversation. The young man in front of them asked questions and the two answered. The relevant content was all Dlamini's secrets.
"You..." After just listening to a short paragraph, a trace of murderous intent flashed in Dlamini's eyes. He was about to get angry, but when he thought of his current situation, he suddenly smiled bitterly and sank heavily into the sofa.
This time, he didn't even have the strength to straighten his back.
"Actually, if you want to survive, you still have a chance." The young man suddenly said.
The three of them looked up.
The young man smiled, took out a Glock 18C from behind, held the gun upside down, and gently brought it to the three of them.
Everyone's expressions suddenly flickered.
"Can't you see it?"
The young man held the pistol closer and said in a low and bewitching tone, "You just need to grab this gun and point it at my head - bang, you will be saved!"
Jack and Ryan looked at each other, both unsure of the true intentions of the young man in front of them.
"Why, you don't dare to take action? Are you afraid of the people behind me?" The young man deliberately glanced behind him and said to his men guarding the corner, "Cheng Chao, you go out first. You are not allowed to come in without my order."
"Yes, boss." The man known as Cheng Chao immediately opened the door and walked out of the room without hesitation.
"Look, no one's watching you now."
The young man turned around and brought the gun closer again, even hitting one of the men in the face, "Pick it up, quickly, like a man."
The man named Jack hesitantly took the gun.
"Okay, next, turn on the safety and aim it between my eyebrows."
The young man held the gun barrel in Jack's hand and placed it between his eyebrows. Then he slowly opened his hands and moved his fingers continuously to show that he was unsuspecting.
Jack's eyes kept flickering, as if he was hesitating.
"Shoot?"
The young man smiled even more wantonly, his eyes like pitch-black abyss, "You don't dare to shoot, do you? You don't have the strength to shoot, and you still call it a gangster?"
But at this moment, Jack, who was holding the gun, suddenly flashed his eyes, opened the safety like lightning, and pulled the trigger hard at the same time!
His previous hesitation was all a disguise!
However, something strange happened!
Just when he was about to pull the trigger and kill the weird young man in front of him completely, he suddenly froze.
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. At the same time, his elbow went numb and his arm slowly lifted up on its own.
"Jack, what are you doing?" Ryan on the side asked in surprise.
"I-I don't know!"
Jack was almost about to cry. He quickly stretched out his left hand to hold down his right arm, but as soon as his left hand was raised, it dropped down again.
My left hand is also out of control!
Next, Dlamini and Ryan saw an unforgettable scene in their lives - in full view of everyone, Jack's arm strangely bent back, and at the same time, he flipped his wrist and pointed the Glock at his head!
"Stop it, Jack!" Ryan shouted.
"I can't stop, come help me!"
Jack's face was full of panic. He kept twisting his waist and neck, trying to dodge the gun that was turned towards him, but then he lost control of all the limbs in his body!
Finally, in Jack's horrified and desperate eyes, the dark muzzle of the gun in his hand was completely pointed at himself...
boom!
There was a gunshot, and a penetrating bullet hole suddenly appeared on Jack's temple, 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 weirder happened - after Jack's brain was turned into paste by the bullet, the other person's body actually 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 could not move...
boom!
There was another gunshot, and Ryan lowered his head completely. There was a bullet hole the size of a fist on 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 technology?"
Dlamini's eyes widened. He looked at the black pistol handed to him in disbelief, but he couldn't help but think of the wounds on the backs of his and Inder's necks again.
He glanced at the backs of the necks of Jack and Ryan, who were still standing there. They also had a small wound on their necks.
really…
Unfortunately, it's too late to know this.
At this time, Dlamini found that he had lost control of his body, as if another soul had lived in his body. He could only watch helplessly as the other party took over his body, picked up the gun that had already killed two people. His personal pistol was aimed at his head again...
As death approached, Dlamini slowly closed his eyes.
"Crack!"
Dlamini's body was shaken.
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 would be meaningless..."
Dlamini couldn't help but smile 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, "Do you feel the pleasure of being reborn?"
"You are a devil!"
Dlamini collapsed heavily to the ground and said tiredly, "You won... My pride, my dignity, and my glory have all been trampled to pieces by you. You have achieved your goal!"
It was only then that he regained control of his body.
"Mr Dlamini is speaking out."
At this moment, the young man seemed to have finally become serious. He walked up to Dlamini and said condescendingly, "Dlamini, I want to borrow something of yours..."
"What do you want?" Dlamini asked weakly.
"I want to borrow your Eiffel thermal power plant 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 this, the young man gently shook his finger, squatted down and said, "I don't need the ownership of your power plant. I told you, I'm just 'borrowing it for a few days'."
"I understand what you mean… "
Hearing this, Dlamini shook his head, "It's useless. This power plant supplies most of the electricity in Cape Town. Although the ownership of the power plant is in my hands, I have no right to use the electricity it generates." If I were transferred to another city, the city hall would not allow me to do so.”
“Who says I want to direct my electricity somewhere else?”
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."
With that said, the young man turned around and walked towards the door, saying as he walked, "I need you to help me block the pressure on my head."
"Pressure, you mean official?" Dlamini gasped.
"Yes, I don't care what means or excuses you use. As long as you bear the pressure of the power plant arriving in Cape Town without power for several days, it is enough. As long as you can do it, I guarantee you..."
The young man paused, turned around and walked out the door.
"Unharmed!"