Chapter 498 - 497: All Sorts of Rubbish
Yusuf Zuck held a glass of red wine, standing alone at the entrance of the villa’s hall, gazing out the window. The entire villa was deadly quiet, all the Filipino maids had been sent away by Maurice Singleton, who had also gone to the pier earlier.
Honestly, Yusuf was somewhat reluctant to part with this mansion, a residence worth nearly ten million US dollars. He wouldn’t be able to live here anymore, and it would probably be confiscated by the United States government later on.
Tonight’s moon was full and warm. The clock inside the villa also chimed nine times.
Nine o’clock, it was time for them to arrive.
Indeed, a van drove within a one-kilometer radius. This area was suburban, and there was only one road leading to the mansion, making any incoming vehicle quite noticeable.
Yusuf extended his telekinesis inside the vehicle and found that besides the driver, there were only two people: a patient in a wheelchair and an ordinary American old man, dressed in a tailcoat like a venerable gentleman.
"No one else? Could I have been wrong?" Yusuf felt odd and probed the three in the car again, but didn’t find anything unusual. They didn’t even carry guns, and the patient indeed appeared to be genuinely ill.
"Hmm? Something’s not right!" As he was observing the movements inside the car, suddenly, he sensed a mixed-race individual leaping swiftly in a southeast direction, wearing a cape and moving very fast.
"Haha, just as I thought, a mixed-race? Seems like there’s some Eastern heritage there!" Yusuf chuckled, confident that the CIA would definitely send someone.
"And there’s more..." Following the emergence of the mixed-race individual, from the due south, slightly west, and due east directions, figures rushed towards the location. One wore a leather trench coat, another a simple T-shirt standing over two meters tall, like a giant.