After a while, a scrawny black man was brought in.

The black man looked decent, with a circle of stubble and an expensive suit, but he was a little unusually thin, and his eyes were as dull as a layer of fog.

It's just that Dlamini didn't have the slightest surprise when he saw the black man's appearance, of course he knew what kind of virtue the man in front of him was, an addict who had even given up his family.

As soon as he saw Dlamini, the black man immediately showed a frightened but excited look, "E, Ettore, I have good news for you!" ”

"Indel, do you have the money to pay me back?" Dlamini frowned, "Also, don't call me another name, we're not that close. ”

"Okay, Dlamini." The black man smiled awkwardly, "I know, I owe you five million rand, but it doesn't matter, I'm here today with good news." ”

"Well, if what you're bringing is indeed 'good news,' I can consider giving you a few more days." Dlamini sneered.

"Just a few days of grace?" The middle-aged man shook his head, revealing a mysterious expression, "This matter has something to do with your political future......

As he spoke, the middle-aged man wanted to get to Dlamini's side, but was stopped by the bodyguards.

"Let him come."

Dlamini waved his hand, after all, the other party was a member of the Mandela family, as the "first family" of the Rainbow Country, the man in front of him would not be able to attack him as a killer.

Only then did the middle-aged man walk up to Dlamini's side and said in a low voice, "Dlamini, do you want to be supported by my family?" ”

……

Two hours later.

Three black-black luxury sedans came to a halt in front of a warehouse in Simon's Township, Cape Town's South Peninsula district.

"This is it."

Inside the car, the black man known as Indel rubbed his hands excitedly, "The representative of our family is waiting for your arrival inside." ”

"Are you serious?" Dlamini looked at the desolate landscape around him, and suddenly showed a look of vigilance, "Indel Mandela, you know what it will cost me to deceive me, even if you are a descendant of 'him'. ”

"Of course I do."

Indel looked indifferent, "But because of political enemies, we can only negotiate with you here, not to mention that I am here, if something goes wrong, you can question me as soon as possible, right?" ”

Hearing this, Dlamini took a deep look at Indel before stepping out of the car.

"Hiss......"

However, just as Indel lowered his head and got out of the car, there was a sudden sound of cold air from the wound.

Dlamini subconsciously looked at it, only to find that there was a short wound on the back of Indel's neck, but it had been stitched up.

Not only that, but the wound was sutured with extreme precision, which is a masterful technique.

"What's wrong with the back of your neck?"

"The back of my neck?" Indel smiled reluctantly, her lips seemed to be a little pale because of the pain, "It was a fall, I accidentally fell in the morning......"

"That's a pretty heavy fall."

Dlamini didn't bother to ask, but gave a look to several of the bodyguards, and suddenly two bodyguards stepped forward and opened the shutters of the warehouse.

Suddenly, a musty smell peculiar to abandoned warehouses came to my face.

"Your family is ready to negotiate with me here?" Seeing this scene, Dlamini's face became even more unsightly.

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

Several bodyguards subconsciously raised their guns, and it was not until the figure approached that everyone realized that the figure was also a black man, and they were all very familiar with this person, the kind that often appeared on TV.

Oliver Mandela, one of the more prominent members of the Mandela family.

"Brother, aunt, are they all there?" Indel asked inside.

"Auntie, they've been waiting inside for a long time." The man turned his head and looked, "Mr. Dlamini, please." ”

Seeing that Oliver was also here, Dlamini finally believed Indier's nonsense, and he stepped into the warehouse first, followed by a group of bodyguards.

"Go to two people, stay outside." Cautious by nature, Dlamini frowned, "Don't come in all of them. ”

"Yes." Two of the bodyguards then turned around and prepared to exit the warehouse.

But at this moment, a mutation suddenly occurred!

Rumble!

I heard a roar behind me, and the roller shutter fell directly out of control, sealing the exit, and at the same time, one by one the drum-shaped objects fell from the ceiling, making a ding-dong sound!

"It's a stun bomb!"

Some of the bodyguards exclaimed, and several bodyguards pounced on the stun bombs without thinking about it, ready to block the aftermath of the explosion, but more stun bombs were thrown off the roof!

Unstoppable!

Boom Boom Boom Boom !!

From the time Dlamini walked into the warehouse to now, it was only five or six seconds, and only a deafening sound was heard, accompanied by a dazzling magnesium light, which shocked everyone present!

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

In the midst of this detonation, Delamir only had time to glance at Indel, who was also shocked, with hatred, before he completely lost consciousness.

……

When Delamir woke up again, he didn't immediately open his eyes, but instead maintained his previous unconscious position, trying to perceive everything around him.

This caution is the key to his current position.

Everything was normal, there was no sense of being bound, the air around me was normal, and I was not in a dark cellar.

There was a bed underneath him, which smelled of dampness and rarely seemed to be dried, and there was no sound in the room, as if he was alone at this time......

Silently experiencing everything around him, Delamere relaxed for a moment, as if the situation had not yet reached the worst.

It's just that he didn't expect that Indel and Oliver, the two descendants of the Mandela family, would calculate themselves in this way, which is no longer a matter of prudence......

However, the remorse in my heart was buried in the bottom of my heart in the next moment, and now is by no means the time to regret it, rather than regret it, it is better to find a way to escape from here.

"Mr. Delamere, I know you're awake."

However, before he could adjust his mentality, an unfamiliar voice came from a position not far from him.

Sighing secretly, Delamir opened his eyes helplessly, and then immediately stretched out his left hand to block it.

He seemed to be in a dilapidated hotel, with standard hotel furnishings and a bay window on the side, looking out of the empty suburbs.

The sunlight shone in through the window, shaking people so much that they couldn't open their eyes.

After instantly judging where he was, Dlamini slowly sat up.

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

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

At this moment, Dlamini thought of the wound on the back of Indel's neck......

"What did you do to me?" Taking a deep breath, Dlamini looked at the source of the sound, only to see a man sitting on a vacant bed next to him, looking at him quietly.

The man has a slender build, black hair and black eyes, and is wearing a black trench coat and jeans, and the upper half of his face is obscured by a half-face mask.

Through the mask, Delamir could only see a pair of eyes as cold as a black hole.

Delamere was sure it was a yellow face, and very young.

"Nothing, just a little surgery for you."

The young man gestured with his thumb and forefinger and walked slowly to Delamere, "Don't look around, this is still the outskirts of Cape Town." ”

Hearing this, Delamir took another deep breath and said indifferently, "Say, since you have gone to great lengths to tie me here, what do you want from me?" ”

……