I Have A Super USB Drive

by <unknown>

  Without raising any alarm, Little X was able to expose several spies of the Rainbow Nation who were lurking among the Namibian government.

  Among these spies, the only one who had made a connection with Chen Chen was Bernadette Lydia, the "Unlicensed Ride".

  It seemed like all this time, she had taken advantage of her position to help her relay Chen Chen's information to the Rainbow Nation Intelligence Department. This was how they came to be intercepted by Tara.

  When Chen Chen relocated into the embassy, she continued pulling the strings from behind the scene and collaborated with the other spies to make the town speech happen.

  All this time, they had thought the idea of inviting Chen Chen for the speech was an idea contributed by everyone. None of them had the slightest hint that they had fallen into the Rainbow Nation's trap.

  Naturally, Lydia's prowess was largely attributed to her merit in seduction. According to the information Little X had dug up, she had many inappropriate relationships with many members of the parliament.

  "Just as I thought, unlicensed rides have a certain risk to them…"

  Chen Chen closed the information sent by Little X and shook his head. Fortunately, he came out on top at the end of the day.

  If Lydia had not been exposed, she might still have several tricks up her sleeve to assassinate him. Now that her identity was exposed by Little X, things were considerably easier.

  With Little X's capabilities, it should take no more than half an hour of direct investigation into Lydia to obtain a good deal of evidence pointing to her being a spy.

  After that, Little X anonymously sent the evidence to the bicameral parliament of Namibia. By the next morning, Chen Chen had received word of Lydia being taken by the investigation department.

  Due to this particular event of attempted assassination, the minister of the Department of Investment managed to successfully persuade the Ministry of Environmental Protection during a meeting. They had permitted Chen Chen to construct a nuclear power plant on a designated plot of land in the Namib-Naukluft National Park.

  At this point, most procedures were completed and all that was left to do was for both parties to finalize the agreement.

  On the other side of things, Chen Chen had inserted God into Cheng Cao and Qian Wenhuan after having them agree to it.

  As for the other hired bodyguards, a majority of them faintly expressed that they were less than agreeable at the notion. Chen Chen did not force it on them either. He bought their silence for a fitting price and sent them away.

  The reason the matter could be resolved so easily was largely due to them not being involved in the previous deal in the abandoned factory. It was also partly because all this had occurred on foreign land so there was no reason for the Mainland to condemn Chen Chen over such a small matter.

  Furthermore, according to the Geneva Convention, foreign mercenaries were not entitled to the same rights as combatants or prisoners of war.

  The interpretation of the convention was straightforward – foreign mercenaries employed to operate in other countries were not protected by human rights. Once captured, it was not considered illegal to execute them on the spot. Therefore, the previous execution of the two snipers would not be labeled as a crime.

  In the end, only five of them chose to stay in Namibia.

  The five of them had always been under Cheng Cao's lead back in the bodyguard company, so it was not surprising that they chose to stay. The chip installation was only held off as they were still in a probationary phase.

  Besides, "God's Forbidden Zone" had strict requirements of entry.

  Chen Chen's organization only accepted elites. Worthless trash was cast aside.

  After several days of watching the endless quarrels of the negotiation team on both sides, Chen Chen decided to just take his leave with Cheng Cao and the others. They headed toward the southern region of Namibia.

  As far as outsiders were concerned, the reason for their leave was that there should be no issue with them heading out leisurely now that the spy was captured.

  The Namibian government's kind offer to dispatch an escort for them was turned down by Chen Chen.

  Anthony, Jennifer, and the others were left at the negotiation table for the endless squabble with the opposing party…

  …

  Several days later, in the distant coastal region of Rainbow Nation, a luxurious manor constructed with pearly white marble stood quietly by the coastline.

  This was a gigantic private manor. To the west of the manor, there was a golden spread of beach that stretched over a hundred meters until it crept into the blue sea. On the east was a stark contrast of lush greenery, countless rare and exotic species of fauna from various countries could be found in the garden.

  The marble manor was located right in the middle, between the beach and the garden.

  At the present moment, there was a man with combed-back hair littered with strands of white hair in the magnificent manor. The man was sunbathing in front of a large pool with several ladies clad in bikinis playing and teasing each other in the pool.

  Right behind the man stood a line of a bodyguard who all kept a stoic expression on their faces.

  Perhaps as a product of delicate maintenance, the man appeared to be only in his forties. Upon closer inspection, the fine wrinkles riddled across his face seemed to give away his true age.

  The man was Dlamini, one of the shareholders of Tara Private Security.

  In the business circle of the Rainbow Nation, Dlamini once adopted a name which just sheer mention alone would invoke terror in countless people – Dlamini the African Lion.

  Forty years ago, he built himself up from the ground with 500 rands. After decades of hard work with its fair share of ups and downs, he had made himself arguably the wealthiest man in Rainbow Nation, further extending his influence into the realms of politics and military.

  With his position as a financial titan, he was responsible for one of the events that served as a turning point in history. In 1999, he formed the United Rainbow Nation and successfully disbanded the private military company, Executive Outcomes, that was too big for its own good at the time.

  At the same time, he personally backed two executives of EO and formed the military company, Tara Private Security. With this maneuver, he had forcibly occupied a share of the private military sector.

  Dlami was now almost in his sixties and was approaching retirement age. These days, he dedicated his efforts to transform his image. He was a member of the "National Congress" parliament who actively involved himself in the ongoings of politics.

  On the television, he was a kind-looking member of the parliament and was also a philanthropist who was known to be rich in compassion. Only the ones who were well-informed of the ongoings of that particular era understood exactly what the name Dlami represented…

  These days, he had a large host of children and grandchildren and situated himself in the second largest city of the Rainbow Nation, Cape Town, to properly house his enormous family. He even had a private estate covering over a hundred acres of land constructed on the coast of the northern suburbs of Cape Town as a display of his noble status.

  In terms of financial influence, even ten members of the parliament combined were no match for him. Only…

  A cloudy gloom cast over Dlami's eyes. In his forties, he began diverging from business to dip his feet in politics. However, his career as a politician did not take off the way he had hoped it would.

  In his mind, he was no longer satisfied with just being a businessman. He wanted to reach greater heights.

  If he could be elected as the country's president, perhaps he could ascend himself and his lineage to a new dimension?

  Just like "that person" back then.

  The man who had once said, "It's an ideal for which I hope to live for and to see realized, if it needs to be, it's an ideal for which I'm prepared to die…"

  Only, he was not sure if he could attain this dre
am of his in this lifetime.

  Dlami sighed silently and unwillingly crawled out of the recliner chair. A server promptly walked up to provide him a wet towel with a Redmond cigar on the side.

  At the same time, his very capable assistant whom he had cultivated from an early age suddenly appeared from inside the door. The assistant bowed respectfully. "Godfather, Mr. Indell would like to see you."

  "Indell. What's the occasion?" Dlami asked with his brows curled up in a frown.

  "He said it's a matter concerning congress."

  Dlami pondered for a moment before instructing, "Bring him to me."

  "Yes!"

  [ol][li data-annotation-id="e84426fc-436f-474e-9273-530324b9382c"]Currency used in Africa: South African rand.[/ol]

  Chapter 74: Trap |

  Shortly after, a frail black man who was all skin and bones was brought in.

  The black man had stubble on his chin and wore an expensive suit. Apart from his unordinary skinny physique, he looked pretty average. His eyes seemed to express zero emotions with what seemed like a layer of mist cast over them.

  However, Dlamini seemed to be completely unfazed by the man's appearance. He was well aware of the nature of this man before him. He was a drug addict whose family had long given up on him.

  Upon seeing Dlamini, the black man suddenly displayed an expression that was a mixture of fright and excitement. "E, Etor, I have some good news for you!"

  "Indell, have you got the money to settle your debt?" Dlamini frowned. "Also, don't address me by my other name, we're not that close."

  "Okay, Dlamini." The black man smiled awkwardly. "I know, I still owe you five million rands. But nevermind that, I came here with good news today."

  "Very well, if the news you bring is truly a 'good news' then maybe I'll consider being gracious with you for a few more days," Dlamini said with a sneer.

  "Just a few days?" The middle-aged man shook his head with an intriguing look upon his face. "This news concerns the future of your political career…"

  As the man spoke, he tried to approach Dlamini but his advance was obstructed by the bodyguards.

  "Let him come."

  Dlamini gestured with a wave of his hand. After all, the man was a member of the Mandela family. As the "first family" of the Rainbow Nation, he doubted the man before him would try to bring him any harm.

  The middle-aged man came beside Dlamini and spoke with a hushed voice, "Dlamini, do you want the support of my family?"

  …

  Two hours later.

  Three high-end vehicles clad in black approached from a distance before finally coming to a stop in front of a warehouse located in Simon Town, South Peninsula of Cape Town.

  "This is the place."

  Inside the car, the black man known as Indell rubbed his hands together excitedly. "Our family's representative is waiting for you inside."

  "Are you serious?" Dlamini looked at the barren wasteland before him and shot up with caution. "Indell Mandela, I'm sure you're well aware of what happens if you lie to me. Even if you are 'his' descendant."

  "Of course, I'm aware."

  Indell seemed to be unconcerned. "However, due to our political enemies, we can only have this discussion with you here. Besides, I'm right here. If anything goes wrong, you can question me right on the spot, no?"

  After listening to his remark, Dlamini shot a profound glance at Indell before getting out of the car.

  "Tss…"

  However, when Indell ducked his head to get out of the car, he abruptly hissed in a manner similar to the sound one would make upon upsetting a wound.

  Dlamini instinctively looked over and noticed a short wound on the back of Indell's neck that had been stitched up.

  Not only that, the stitching on the wound was extremely precise as if it was the work of a master.

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

  "Back of my neck?" Indell mustered a smile, the color of his lips seemed to have been drained away by the pain. "It's from a fall, I accidentally fell this morning."

  "Must've been a nasty fall."

  Dlamini did not continue prying further but he did shoot a look at several bodyguards. Two bodyguards immediately walked ahead and opened the shutter gates of the warehouse.

  Suddenly, a horrible stench unique to a long-abandoned warehouse poured over them.

  "Your family plans to negotiate with me here?" When Dlamini beheld the scene, his expression became grimmer.

  "Yes, Mr. Dlamini." While everyone was still perplexed by what was going on, a figure suddenly emerged from inside the warehouse.

  Several bodyguards instinctively pointed at the figure with the barrel of their guns. It was only when the figure approached closer that they realized the figure belonged to a black man as well. In addition, this was a man they were all familiar with, a man who frequently appeared on television.

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

  "Brother, where are Aunt and the others? Are they all here?" Indell motioned inside.

  "Aunt and the others have been waiting inside for a long time." The man looked over. "Mr. Dlamini, please."

  Upon seeing Oliver making his appearance, Dlamini finally became convinced of Indell's ramblings. He led the way and stepped into the warehouse. The host of bodyguards followed suit right after.

  "Two of you stand guard outside." Dlamini, who was always cautious frowned. "Don't have everyone come in together."

  "Yes." Two of the bodyguards turned around to head outside.

  At this moment, an unprecedented event transpired!

  "Bang!"

  An abrupt burst of a deafening crash came from behind. The shutter door lost control and collapsed onto the ground violently, blocking the way out. At the same time, strange objects shaped like rollers fell from the ceiling and produced screeching dings and dongs as they hit the ground!

  "Stun grenades!"

  One of the bodyguards cried out. Without sparing a moment's thought, several bodyguards leaped in front of the stun grenade to minimize the impact of the blast. However, more stun grenades came down from the ceiling above!

  There was no way to stop all of them!

  "Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom!!!"

  It had been no less than six seconds ever since Dlamini had stepped into the warehouse. Enormous, ear-shattering blasts accompanied by blinding sparks came directly after. Every single one of them was greatly affected by the tremor of the stun grenades!

  The bodyguards who had attempted to use their body to shield the shockwave could barely hold themselves together and collapsed!

  Amid the explosion, Dlamini shot a wrathful glance at Indell who was similarly affected by the shockwaves before passing out himself as well.

  …

  When Dlamini came to his senses again, he did not open his eyes immediately. Instead, he tried to get a sense of his surroundings in his state of daze.

  This sort of cautious approach was one of the crucial factors which led to him getting to where he was today.

  It appeared that he did not suffer any form of injuries nor did he feel like he was being bound. The air felt normal. It seemed like he was not locked into some sort of dim dungeon.

  He found himself on a mattress oozing a humid stench and there seemed to be very little sunlight where he was. There were no other sounds in the room. It appeared that he was the only person in the room at this moment…

  After getting a better sense of his surroundings, Dlamini finally allowed himself to relax a little. It would seem that the worst had not occurred yet.

  Never in his life would he had ever expected Indell and Oliver, the two descendants of the Mandela family to set him up like this. Any amount of caution could not have prevented this…

  However, he quickly cast any form of regret into the deepest depths of his heart. This was not the time for regrets. Instead of wasting time crying over spilled milk, he would rather find some wa
y to escape from this wretched place.

  "Mr. Dlamini, I know you're awake."

  However, before he could further compose himself, he heard an unfamiliar voice coming from a short distance away.

  Dlamini sighed silently before unwillingly opening his eyes. He then immediately shielded his eyes with his left arm.

  He appeared to be in the room of an old, abandoned hotel. The room was decorated like the standard hotel you would come to expect. To his side was a bay window looking over the empty suburbs.

  Glaring beams of sunlight came in from outside the window which hindered him from completely opening his eyes.

  After quickly getting a sense of where he was at, Dlamini slowly got up.

  However, the moment he held himself up, he felt a sharp bite of pain at the back of his neck.

  Dlamini subconsciously reached out and touched where he felt the bite. He felt his fingers tracing a stitched wound.

  In this instant, Dlamini recalled the wound he saw on the back of Indell's neck…

  "What have you done to me?" Dlamini took a deep breath and looked toward the direction where the voice came from. Instead, he was greeted by the sight of a man sitting on the vacant mattress beside him. The man was looking at him quietly.

  The man was of a slender build. He had dark eyes and a coat of dark hair. He wore a black trench coat with a pair of jeans and covered the upper half of his face with a mask.

  All Dlamini could see was two empty pits like blackholes staring back at him.

  Dlamini was certain that this man was an Asian. Also, he was very young.

  "Not much, just performed a little operation on you."

  The young man made a gesture with his thumb and index finger before slowly walking in front of Dlamini. "No need to keep looking around, we're still in the suburbs of Cape Town."

  Dlamini took another deep breath and spoke sullenly, "Spill it. Since you went through all the effort of taking me here, what do you want from me?"