212: Chapter 212: The Retaliation Begins 212: Chapter 212: The Retaliation Begins People from the Las Vegas Gaming Guild arrived around eleven o’clock at night, and immediately upon their arrival, they went straight to the agreed-upon warehouse.

Six people in total, one of them a woman, the same Chinese woman from the four Queens that Yusuf Zuck had met, while the other five were all dressed as security guards in black.

Before they entered the warehouse, as per procedure, they were searched, and all their weapons were taken.

They were there to meet Yusuf Zuck, of course, but only for the four hundred million US dollars in Yusuf’s possession.

In the warehouse, there were more than twenty gunmen with live nuclear rounds, bolts already chambered.

Maurice Singleton sat on the warehouse couch, lightly sipping red wine, and besides him, Yusuf Zuck was not there.

“Did you bring the money?” Maurice Singleton spoke three languages, English, Spanish, and Chinese.

At this moment, he was speaking Spanish.

“We did.” The Chinese woman replied in Spanish as well, then signaled the security guards behind her to hand over the cash suitcases to Maurice Singleton’s men—four suitcases in total.

“The Guild values Mr.

Singleton’s takeover of Juarez highly, so the additional one million US dollars is a greeting gift for Mr.

Singleton.

However…

where is the Chinese man?” The Chinese woman looked indifferently at Maurice Singleton since the Chinese man was not there.

“Oh, an extra million, very good, very good.

I’ll accept it then,” Maurice Singleton said with a smile, nodding, signaling his men to take the four suitcases.

Then he stood up and said, “He will be brought over later.

I have things to do; please wait a moment.” After finishing his words, he walked out.

However, the moment the warehouse’s iron door closed, a barrage of gunfire erupted inside, and the Chinese woman and her five guards were taken out by Maurice Singleton without knowing what hit them.

At the same time, Yusuf Zuck was chatting with a young Chinese man on an airplane.

He did not wait for the personnel from the Las Vegas side to arrive but left ahead of time.

“After we arrive in Las Vegas, you’ll only need to wait at the airport.

Once I’ve finished with my matters, I’ll come directly to find you.

Yes, you should check the flights for me in advance.

It’s best if it’s a domestic flight.

If there’s no domestic flight, any country in Southeast Asia will do, too.

Remember the times of departure, arrival, and where they get to.”

“Of course, Mr.

Zuck, I’ll take care of everything,” the Chinese man was a professional interpreter and guide, and also hired at a high price by Maurice Singleton to serve Yusuf Zuck throughout the journey.

On November 20th, at 00:30, a flight from Mexico City to Las Vegas landed.

Yusuf Zuck wore a black leather trench coat and a hat, carrying only his passport and some cash in US dollars on him—Leila Brown’s ashes were nowhere to be seen.

Leila Brown’s ashes were handed over to Maurice Singleton, and he would use other means to deliver them to the Mainland.

Since an airplane wouldn’t allow the transportation of ashes without identification, especially since Leila Brown’s remains were incompletely incinerated and consisted of many bone fragments, it was impossible to bring them on the plane.

However, Maurice Singleton claimed he could mail them to China through special channels, and all Yusuf Zuck needed to do was to pick them up upon arrival.

Since it was a direct flight, Yusuf Zuck couldn’t bring any firearms or daggers with him.

Upon arrival at Las Vegas airport, Yusuf Zuck, through his interpreter, ordered a cola and sat quietly in the airport waiting area.

A short while later, the interpreter returned, saying there was a flight to the Mainland headed for Beijing, but it was leaving at six in the morning the day after tomorrow, asking if he wanted to buy a ticket.

“No need for a ticket, just wait here for me.

I’ll be back before six o’clock.

We’ll discuss how to go about it then.” Yusuf Zuck handed the half-finished cola to the interpreter, turned, and left the airport, getting into a taxi.

“Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer.” This was a phrase in English Yusuf Zuck had recently learned, taught by the interpreter.

Translated, it stood for MGM.

The taxi driver understood, started the meter, and began conversing with Yusuf Zuck in English as they headed on their way.

Yusuf Zuck couldn’t understand what he was saying, so he could only keep nodding or shaking his head and smiling.

In less than half an hour, familiar scenes came into view.

This was the Southern District of Las Vegas, the casino district.

Of course, there were hundreds of hotels here, each with a casino inside.

MGM was one of them.

“Stop!” When they reached the entrance of MGM, Yusuf decisively told the driver to pull over, and the driver slowly stopped the cab by the curb.

Without looking at the meter, Yusuf pulled out two hundred-dollar US bills and tossed them on the dashboard before turning to get out.

“Jackpot!” The driver made a victorious gesture.

The ride from the airport to here should have cost only about fifteen US dollars, but his customer had given him two hundred.

Yusuf didn’t head straight to MGM; instead, he walked along the roadside towards the Hilton.

The night was dark, the streets almost empty.

Yusuf wrapped his collar tighter.

Just as he was about to reach the Hilton, he vanished into thin air.

The Hilton Casino was still bustling, filled with people there to play or gamble.

The casino doors opened briefly, then closed again, as if a gust of wind had blown them.

No one noticed.

After entering, Yusuf took control of a forty-five-meter radius around him with his telekinesis and then walked upstairs.

Upstairs was a huge surveillance platform.

Every croupier and every gambling table were under watch.

In the surveillance room, besides five duty staff members, there were also two uniformed security officers armed with guns.

When Yusuf entered, his figure appeared directly in the sight of the two security officers!

“****~” Seeing a stranger enter, both security officers cursed simultaneously and stood up, reaching for the guns at their waists.

“Dog shit!” Yusuf smiled at them.

They were cursing him, but he also realized he had learned quite a few English words during his trip to the United States.

Of course, as he said “dog shit,” he didn’t hesitate to make his move.

Like a Sharp Arrow shot out, before the two officers could fully draw their guns, one’s neck emitted a ‘crack’, and the other was lifted into the air, his chest caved in.

His heart was shattered by Yusuf in an instant, dying with blood pouring from all seven orifices.

Meanwhile, the five technicians controlling the surveillance platform all started screaming, and one of them triggered the alarm, setting off a relentless beeping throughout the casino.

Yusuf picked up a revolver from the floor and, ignoring the panicked technicians, started shooting.

“Bang~ Bang Bang Bang Bang~” After five consecutive shots, all five technicians were hit in the forehead.

A hundred percent accuracy!

The alarm had been sounded, and with the gunfire, other security personnel from the casino were quickly rushing upstairs, while the casino began evacuating the gamblers.

Yusuf picked up another gun and began to shoot wildly around the control platform, causing it to smoke heavily.

All the surveillance screens flickered and then blacked out, simultaneously losing their feed.

Feeling that the power of the guns was too weak to completely smash the equipment, Yusuf then kicked wildly at the control platform, even yanking out the power cords until the entire console was thoroughly wrecked.

“Bang~” Just then, the door to the surveillance room burst open, followed by security officers, armed with handguns or Long Spears, storming in.