Invisible Security Guard-Chapter 59 Sudden Uprising

59: Chapter 59: Sudden Uprising

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The gun was real, the kind with the safety off, and when it pressed against Yusuf Zuck’s forehead, he felt the chill of the metal.

The woman held the gun with a steady hand, as if she did such things frequently.

Yusuf Zuck didn’t dare to move, and Jerome Hart, sitting in the back, also made no move, for at moments like these, even a small wrong signal could mean that either Yusuf Zuck or himself would surely die in the quiet of the early morning.

Five men rushed out of the van, two opened the back doors and dragged Jerome Hart out, two others opened the driver side door and pulled out Yusuf Zuck, and they quickly tied both Yusuf and Jerome’s hands with a rope.

They were professionals, tying them up swiftly and skillfully.

As for the fifth person, he took over the driver’s seat, put the car in reverse, and sped away from the scene.

Everything was planned, with clearly designated roles and executed in an orderly fashion.

“Big sis, don’t shoot, please don’t shoot, let’s talk, we can talk, I’ll cooperate with you all, okay?” Yusuf Zuck pleaded whenever he had the chance.

“Get in the car!” The middle-aged woman also got into the van and sat in the passenger seat.

She turned around, the gun still pointed at Yusuf Zuck and Wen Shuai, while the others continued to guard them.

Jerome Hart was well aware that these people were after Yusuf Zuck; he was only implicated by association.

At the same time, he was very curious about whom Yusuf Zuck had offended to the point of facing a gun.

And indeed, Yusuf Zuck was also desperately trying to figure things out.

He had some guesses, but he couldn’t be sure who these people were.

He had two suspicions: one was that Otis Quinn from the capital had sent people for revenge, but Otis was just a gangster, he couldn’t possibly arrange for people to come to Shanghai so quickly to capture him, right?

Otis didn’t have that power, so if it was him, it seemed a bit far-fetched.

And the second guess was the Nash family, the powerful Nash family, the one Ruth Wilcox sought to please.

The Nashes had been looking for him all along, but he had always avoided them.

However, if the Nashes wanted him, they wouldn’t likely resort to using a gun, so this guess also seemed a bit far-fetched.

“Big sis, are you after money or something else?

If it’s money, that A6 I sold just now was worth several hundred thousand.

I don’t have money.

I’m just a lowly driver, and this guy is just a junior doctor.

We both work for others!” After driving for a while, Yusuf Zuck started to speak.

After thinking it over, he realized these people must be after something and didn’t intend to kill him; if they wanted him dead, why tie him up?

Why not just shoot him and save the trouble?

So at that moment, he knew that even if he spoke out of turn, they wouldn’t kill him, at most he might get hit a couple of times.

“Shut up, damn it!” Sure enough, as soon as he finished speaking, the two men beside him delivered a fierce punch to his solar plexus.

Yusuf Zuck pretended to be in pain and bent over, then fell silent.

Jerome Hart, on the other hand, was very calm, still and silent, not asking or rushing.

After driving for approximately half an hour, the masked men blindfolded him and Jerome Hart to prevent them from recognizing the route.

Soon, it seemed like the car left the city and the ride became bumpy.

No one spoke along the way, not the middle-aged woman, nor any of the masked men.

After more than two hours of travel, the vehicle finally came to a gentle stop, and then Yusuf Zuck and Jerome Hart were escorted out.

During the ride, Yusuf Zuck had been using telekinesis to observe his surroundings.

Although blindfolded, he noted the route and road signs along the way in his mind.

They were far from the Shanghai city area, in a town called Shepherd Family Village.

They entered a private distillery, a spacious place with the distinct smell of a fermentation in the air.

“Why did you bring back two?” At that moment, a voice came through, and when Yusuf Zuck reached out with telekinesis, he found a man about forty years old, bespectacled with gold-rimmed glasses, short, and seemingly frail.

“I felt it was the right moment to act and didn’t want to miss it, so I brought back two,” the middle-aged woman said with a shrug.

“Do you know what identity he has?” the man with glasses asked again.

“I don’t know,” the middle-aged woman shook her head.

“Interrogate him.

That one called Yusuf Zuck, lock him up first and wait for someone from the capital to come,” the man with glasses said and then turned to leave, getting into a Mercedes-Benz.

“Let’s go.” A group of four men and women escorted Yusuf Zuck and Jerome Hart, with the woman following behind, into a large warehouse, which was then closed off with a large door.

Yusuf Zuck was pushed into a small room without windows, and then the door was locked.

With a “snap,” just after Yusuf Zuck was pushed into the room, he broke free from the ropes binding his hands, immediately tore off the black cloth over his head, and looked intently at the iron door of the room.

The iron door was a kind of security door, and it was the only way out of the room.

Upon inspection, Yusuf Zuck gauged that even if he could break through the iron door, it would likely be quite challenging.

“Hmm?

It’s starting!” Yusuf Zuck’s telekinesis reached out to the warehouse.

The woman sat on a sofa and began to read a newspaper, while the hood was removed from Jerome Hart’s head.

Two men stood behind him, one on each side, and another two sat across from him.

Four people were there to interrogate Jerome Hart.

Jerome Hart squinted awkwardly, quickly glancing at the woman.

The woman paid no attention to Jerome Hart, as if the interrogation was none of her business, and where her gun had gone was anyone’s guess.

“Now, answer whatever we ask you,” one of the men in black demanded.

“What’s your name?

Where did you fly back from?”

“So, you’ve been following us since the airport?” Jerome Hart said in surprise.

The man in black swore, “Cut the crap.

Hurry up, what’s your name, and where did you fly back from?”

“I flew back from the United States.

As for my name, even if I told you, you wouldn’t know it!” Jerome Hart laughed.

“You asking for a beating?” the man glared, “Hit him.”

With a “whoosh,” one of the men restraining Jerome raised his arm in a round arc towards Jerome’s face.

If that slap landed, it would most likely leave Jerome bleeding profusely from his nose and mouth.

Yusuf Zuck, who stood inside the small room, was taken aback.

Jerome Hart was the man Ms.

Wilcox had asked him to pick up.

If he returned all bruised, how could Yusuf account to Ms.

Wilcox?

“Damn it, I’ll risk it!” Yusuf Zuck cursed, then took a deep breath, ready to forcefully break through the door.

However, just as he was about to kick the security door in front of him, he suddenly sensed through his telekinesis that the man who was about to strike Jerome had been “thud” shot straight out.

Then, Yusuf Zuck saw that the man standing to Jerome’s right also curved his body and fell to the ground, convulsing and not getting up.

With a “swoosh,” Jerome sprang up, moving quickly toward the middle-aged woman.

By that time, his hands were free, and the ropes that had bound them had disappeared without a trace.

Yusuf Zuck stopped in the little room, his eyes filled with stars.

Could it be that Jerome, the young doctor, not only knew Qigong but was also skilled in martial arts and quite formidable?

“But…

danger!” Suddenly, Yusuf Zuck’s hair stood on end because the middle-aged woman on the sofa reacted very quickly too – her gun was already aimed at Jerome.

“Jerome, look out!” Yusuf Zuck screamed while lifting his foot to kick at the security door in front of him.

With a “thump,” the gun went off, and the middle-aged woman fired decisively.