"Tell me, since you've spent so much effort 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 an inviting gesture. "Sir, your children are waiting for you. Please come with me —"
Dlamini stood up expressionlessly. Just as he was about to take a step forward, his legs suddenly gave way and he almost fell to the ground.
"It's alright. This is just a side effect of the stun grenade and anesthetic. It'll fade in a few days."
The young man reminded him, but he had no intention of helping him.
Dlamini could only grit his teeth and force himself to stand up. He held onto the wall and walked out.
It was not until he was out of the room that Dlamini realized that he was in a bedroom of a suite. He was now in the living room of the suite.
"Godfather!"
"Sir Godfather!"
In the living room, two young men quickly came up to Dlamini when they saw him and helped him to sit down on the sofa.
For a moment, Dlamini felt a slight warmth in his heart. He shook his head at the two men to show that he was fine.
Clap!
Clap!
Clap!
Upon seeing this scene, the corner of the young man's mouth could not help but curl up into a mocking smile as he clapped slowly. "What a scene of a loving father and filial son … I heard that there's a custom in Italy —"
"The Italians believe that the world is too dangerous for children who are still in the process of learning. So in order to better educate children, they must let them recognize two fathers. That's how the term 'godfather' came about. I wonder if you're the same?"
"That's right." Dlamini raised his head and said, "Jack and Ryan are the children of my brothers who died for me. I raised them myself and they're my most trusted family and assistants."
"I see..."
The sneer on the young man's face deepened. He looked at the two men with exaggerated body language. "What do you think? Is Mr. Dlamini the closest person to you?"
The young men called Jack and Ryan shuddered at this and could not help but lower their heads.
"What do you mean?" Dlamini frowned.
"These are the recordings from before." The young man took out a recording pen from his pocket and held it in the air. At the same time, he gently pressed the switch.
At once, the recording pen played a conversation. It was a conversation in which the young man asked questions and the two answered. The content of the conversation was all about Dlamini's various secrets.
"You …" A murderous glint flashed across Dlamini's eyes after hearing only a small part of the conversation. He was about to lash out, but when he thought of his current predicament, he let out a bitter laugh and sank back into the sofa.
This time, he didn't even have the strength to straighten his back.
"Actually, if you want to live, there's still a chance," the young man suddenly said.
The three of them raised their heads.
The young man smiled and took out a Glock 18C from behind him. He held it upside down by the handle and gently brought it to the three of them.
Everyone's expression flickered.
"Can't you tell?"
The young man held the pistol closer and said in a low and bewitching tone, "All you have to do is grab this gun and point it at my head. Bang! You'll be saved!"
Jack and Ryan looked at each other, unable to figure out the true intentions of the young man in front of them.
"What? You don't dare to make a move? Is he afraid of the people behind me? " The young man deliberately glanced behind him and said to his subordinate who was standing guard in the corner, "Cheng Cao, go out first. Don't come in without my permission."
"Yes, boss." The man called Cheng Cao immediately opened the door and walked out of the room without hesitation.
"See, no one's watching over you now."
The young man turned around and brought the gun closer again, even pointing it at one of the men's face. "Pick it up. Quick, act like a man."
The man called Jack took the gun hesitantly.
"Alright, next, remove the safety and aim between my eyebrows."
The young man held the gun in Jack's hand and placed it between his eyebrows. Then, he slowly spread his hands and moved his fingers to show that he was unguarded.
Jack's eyes kept flickering as if he was hesitating.
"Shoot?"
The young man laughed even more wantonly. His eyes were like dark abysses. "Don't tell me you still don't have the guts to shoot? You don't even have the strength to shoot and you call yourself a gangster? "
However, at this moment, Jack, who was holding the gun, suddenly flashed. He removed the safety at lightning speed and pulled the trigger heavily at the same time!
His previous hesitation was all an act!
However, something strange happened!
Just as he was about to pull the trigger and kill the strange young man in front of him, he suddenly froze.
He felt as if he had lost control of his right hand.
"What, what's going on?"
Jack looked at his right hand in shock as it 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 asked in surprise.
"I, I don't know!"
Jack was on the verge of tears. He quickly reached out with his left hand to hold his right arm, but just as he raised his left hand, it fell back down again.
He had lost control of his left hand as well!
Following that, Dlamini and Ryan saw a scene that they would never forget for the rest of their lives — under everyone's watchful eyes, Jack's arm bent back in an eerie manner. At the same time, he flipped his wrist and aimed the Glock at his head!
"Stop, Jack!" Ryan yelled.
"I can't stop, help me!"
Jack's face was filled with horror. He kept twisting his waist and neck, trying to avoid the muzzle that was aimed at him, but then he lost control of all his limbs!
Finally, under Jack's horrified and desperate gaze, the pitch-black muzzle in his hand was completely aimed at himself...
Bang!
A gunshot rang out. A penetrating bullet hole suddenly appeared on Jack's temple, one on each side.
"Wah!"
Ryan let out a scream as he stared blankly at this bizarre scene. Then, something even stranger happened — after Jack's brain was turned to mush by the bullet, his body was still standing firmly in place!
Not only that, but the other party even stretched out his arm and held the gun in front of Ryan's eyes.
"You're the devil!" Ryan screamed. He quickly grabbed the gun and was about to shoot at the young man in front of him!
However, in the next second, he found that he could not move his body either...
Bang!
Another gunshot rang out. Ryan's head hung down completely. A bullet hole the size of a fist had appeared on his forehead. His arm also reached out in an eerie manner, holding the gun in front of Dlamini's eyes.
It was like a relay of death...
"Witchcraft? Or some kind of advanced technology? "
Dlamini's eyes widened. He stared incredulously at the black gun that had been handed to him. He could not help but recall the wounds on the back of his neck and Indell's.
He glanced at the back of Jack's and Ryan's necks, who were still standing where they were. There was also a small wound on both of their necks.
As expected...
Unfortunately, it was too late for him to realize this.
At this moment, Dlamini realized that he had lost control of his body. It was as if another soul had taken up residence 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, and aimed it at his head once more...
As death approached, Dlamini slowly closed his eyes.
Kacha!
Dlamini's body trembled.
However, the expected death did not come. It turned out that the third bullet in the gun was empty.
"A mistake? No, the other party never intended to kill me. Otherwise, kidnapping me would have been pointless... "
Dlamini could not help but smile bitterly. He could not believe that he had forgotten such a basic problem. It seemed that he had really gotten old.
"How do you feel?"
The young man beside him still spoke in a calm and relaxed tone, "Do you feel the thrill of being reborn?"
"You're a devil!"
Dlamini collapsed heavily to the ground and said tiredly, "You've won... My pride, my dignity, and my glory have all been trampled to pieces by you. You've achieved your goal!"
At this moment, he once again regained control of his body.
"Mr. Dlamini, you're too kind."
At this moment, the young man finally seemed to be serious. He walked up to Dlamini and said condescendingly, "Dlamini, I'd like to borrow something from you..."
"What do you want?" Dlamini asked weakly.
"I'd like to borrow the Eiffel Thermal Power Plant under your banner for a few days."
"Alright, that Eiffel Thermal Power Plant is yours," Dlamini said without hesitation. "What else?"
"I'm sorry, I think you might have misunderstood something."
Hearing this, the young man shook his finger gently and crouched down. "I don't need ownership of your power plant. I've said it before, I'm just 'borrowing' it for a few days."
"I know what you mean..."
Hearing this, Dlamini shook his head. "It's useless. This power plant supplies most of Cape Town with electricity. Although I have ownership of the power plant, I have no right to transfer the electricity it generates to other cities. The city hall won't allow me to do so either."
"Who said I want to transfer the electricity to other places?"
Hearing this, the young man laughed instead. "You don't have to worry about where the electricity goes. You just need to do one thing for me."
With that, the young man turned around and walked out the door. As he walked, he said, "I need you to help me withstand the pressure 'above my head'."
"Pressure? You mean the authorities?" Dlamini inhaled sharply.
"That's right. I don't care what methods or excuses you use. You just need to withstand the pressure of the power plant not reaching Cape Town for several days in a row. As long as you can do it, I promise you..."
The young man paused, turned around and walked out the door.
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