86: Chapter 86: Ambush 86: Chapter 86: Ambush The rain was getting heavier, and there were no pedestrians on the street aside from the cars racing past.
Yusuf Zuck did not wear a raincoat nor carry an umbrella, instead blending into the vast, dark night with the pouring rain.
Being a notable figure in the capital, Otis Quinn didn’t live in a villa, but he owned a house there.
Samuel Ross and Benedict Cooke both ca from special forces, so it was second nature for them to follow soone discreetly.
They had thoroughly scoped out Otis Quinn’s residence and everything around it.
They had already done a reconnaissance of where to secretly enter the community, how to avoid the surveillance within, and how to pick the lock of Otis Quinn’s apartnt door, among other things.
Soon, Yusuf Zuck, braving the heavy rain, crossed over the fence at the surveillance blind spot in the community and smoothly made his way to the building where Otis Quinn lived.
Otis Quinn lived in Unit 1 of Building 16, on the fifth floor—Apartnt 503.
The entrance to the unit was equipped with a voice-controlled intercom system, which couldn’t be opened without a key unless you dialed the resident’s number and obtained their permission.
From a distance, Yusuf Zuck stood dozens of ters away from Building 16, as close as possible to the side of the wall, his gaze ticulously scanning everything around the building, including the parking spaces for any suspicious vehicles and if they were hiding any people inside.
Since his return to the capital, that so-called Brother Dao had been silent, but Yusuf didn’t believe Brother Dao didn’t know he was back, so he had to be cautious—there might even be a trap waiting for him inside Otis Quinn’s ho.
Telekinesis extended; there was no one within a fifteen-ter radius, and beyond fifteen ters, his telekinesis couldn’t reach, nor could he see due to the heavy rain obscuring his vision.
Yusuf Zuck took two steps forward and then slowly disappeared into the heavy rain.
As soon as he vanished into the rain, splashes of water pitter-pattered on the ground as if soone were running with large strides, but no one could be seen in the rain.
“Phew—” He had reached Building 16.
Yusuf continued to scan with telekinesis all the vehicles within fifteen ters, and after confirming safety, he took out a key and opened the unit door.
Indeed, it was a key that opened the door, given to him by Samuel Ross.
As for how he got it, Yusuf didn’t ask—it’s worth noting that Otis Quinn wasn’t the only resident in Unit 1, so it probably wasn’t a problem for Samuel and Marco to get hold of a key.
Having successfully entered Unit 1, Yusuf then climbed the stairs with telekinesis, picking up the pace.
He was in Invisible mode, but his wet shoes would still leave damp footprints on the stairway.
“Phew—” Before he arrived, his telekinesis reached the fifth floor first and directly passed through the walls to probe inside the doorplate of 503.
“Huh?” Just as his telekinesis entered, Yusuf’s eyebrows shot up, and he abruptly halted his ascent.
There were three people in Otis Quinn’s ho, including Otis and his old fla.
The third person was a middle-aged man in his forties, wearing white practice clothes in a gown style, with cloth shoes on his feet and slightly balding on top.
Just one glance at the man with telekinesis, and Yusuf imdiately sensed that he was no ordinary person.
He carried a distinct aura, an air of calm that exuded a ruthless edge.
The three were dining and whispering among themselves.
Clearly, Otis and the woman were both very cautious around the man, fearful of him.
Yusuf slowed down while focusing his telekinesis, continuing to listen to the conversation of the three.
“Uncle Wu, where did Brother Dao go for vacation?
Could that guy really dare to co to my place?
Has he got a death wish?”
“Heh, there are a lot of people these days with death wishes.” The one called Uncle Wu was none other than the Think Tank of Brother Dao’s operation, stationed here at Otis Quinn’s ho in a stakeout.
That’s right, it seems Brother Dao anticipated Yusuf Zuck’s visit to Otis Quinn’s place, so Grandpa Wu had ambushed here in advance.
“Motherfucker, I’ll definitely kill him,” Otis Quinn clenched his teeth; his arm had been broken, a humiliation secretly mocked by many, so even laughed saying he sold out his woman to save his own skin.
You must understand, a true man would rather die than let his woman be slighted in the slightest.
But this asshole, to save face, had cruelly slapped his woman ten tis, and it was said that after ten slaps, his woman lost four or five of her big teeth, and the rest beca loose.
Many people in the underworld were laughing at him.
“Just wait, he should co tonight, if soone knocks on the door, just open it,” Grandpa Wu indifferently concluded, then glanced again at Otis Quinn’s moll, whose facial swelling still hadn’t subsided.
“No matter what happens tonight, don’t co out,” Grandpa Wu ordered.
“Yes, Grandpa Wu,” the woman answered carefully.
“If he’s going to co, it should be soon, right?
This weather makes for a dark and stormy night~” Grandpa Wu set down his chopsticks, walked to the window, and peered out after lifting a corner of the curtain.
Otis Quinn and his moll also put down their chopsticks, and Otis Quinn took out a cigarette and lit it; his moll imdiately began cleaning up the table.
Although Otis Quinn sounded vicious, he was still sowhat nervous deep down; if that Yusuf Zuck really dared to co to his house, how bold would Yusuf Zuck be?
If he truly dared to sneak in, it ant Yusuf Zuck was either a ferocious man or a madman.
Such a person needed to be either clubbed to death or made peace with a handshake; otherwise, having such a person fixated on you ant no more good days ahead.
anwhile, Yusuf Zuck had already reached the entrance to the fifth-floor staircase and saw the door to room 503.
He was considering whether to enter or not; this Grandpa Wu was clearly a trained fighter, and the aura he emitted also felt oddly strange.
In addition to having a strong presence, this man’s heart beat particularly slowly, sothing Yusuf Zuck had noticed after scanning him briefly; this was the most unusual thing about Grandpa Wu compared to normal people.
If a normal person’s heart beats seventy or eighty tis a minute, then Grandpa Wu’s did so at most thirty or forty tis, which is less than half that of others.
This condition could be described as eerie.
Yusuf Zuck had once watched an episode of Animal Planet, where it claid that an elephant’s heartbeat is twenty-eight tis per minute, a blue whale’s is six tis per minute, and so of the world’s top athletes also have heart rates below forty beats per minute.
Of course, elephants and blue whales are undoubtedly imnsely strong, and those athletes are extraordinary and robust.
Clearly, Grandpa Wu was an expert, and now here he was, outside Otis Quinn’s door.
Should he enter?
“Grandpa Wu told Otis Quinn to open the door if soone knocked; in that case, I could enter directly!” Yusuf Zuck didn’t rush into a decision but quickly considered his next move, how to ensure his own safety while subduing Grandpa Wu, subduing Otis Quinn!
“Hmm…” Yusuf Zuck pondered for a mont, then once again extended his telekinesis into Otis Quinn’s ho.
Otis Quinn’s place was about one hundred square ters, with three bedrooms, one master and two secondary ones.
“Hmm…
the master bedroom!” After seeing the master bedroom, an idea sparked in Yusuf Zuck’s mind; then he slowly retreated back into the stairwell and quietly began to wait.
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