207: Chapter 207: Mind Control 207: Chapter 207: Mind Control “What’s your name?

How can you speak Chinese?” Yusuf Zuck tightened the straps of the bag on his back and slung his gun over his shoulder again, while also picking up a military dagger from the ground and tucking it into his chest.

“My name is Maurice Singleton, I lived in China for a year!” the old man said, bending over slightly as if he feared Yusuf Zuck might blow his head off.

“Oh.” Yusuf Zuck nodded, not continuing the questioning.

He didn’t want to know about Maurice’s past because, in his heart, he had already sentenced him to death.

“Follow me.” Yusuf Zuck turned and walked toward a Mercedes car.

Maurice didn’t know what this devil was planning, but still, he trotted after him.

“Can we reach Las Vegas by car?” Yusuf Zuck asked as he walked.

“Yes, but only to the border, we can’t cross it,” Maurice answered.

“Fine, you drive to the border, I’m going to Las Vegas!”

Indeed, Yusuf Zuck wasn’t going back to his country; he was going back to Las Vegas.

The Mexican gang may have killed Lena Brown, but the real culprits were the four major casinos in Las Vegas.

Without those four casinos, Lena Brown wouldn’t be dead, so he had to go back, to strike back with a vengeance.

Maurice started the car, glanced at Yusuf Zuck in the rearview mirror, and quickly drove away from there.

He didn’t dare entertain any thoughts at this moment because he knew he was dealing with a… a ghost, a devil.

So in front of this devil, he dared not play any tricks.

Sitting in the back, Yusuf Zuck glanced at Maurice, and a moment later, he closed his eyes.

“Whoosh–” Just as he closed his eyes, his body vanished into thin air.

“Screech–” Maurice was driving attentively but nearly lost his wits when he glanced in the rearview mirror and saw that the back seat was empty, which is why he slammed on the brakes in panic!

“Keep driving.” Yusuf Zuck’s cold voice commanded.

“Yes, yes, respected sir, it’s my fault, my fault, I’ll drive…” Maurice gripped the steering wheel tightly, his body shaking slightly.

“Whoosh–” In a matter of seconds, Yusuf Zuck reappeared and then went invisible again, reappearing and disappearing several times in quick succession.

“Invisible, gone…” A faint smile appeared on Yusuf Zuck’s lips.

Now he could control his invisibility at will, disappear whenever he wanted.

“Hmm, let’s see how long I can stay invisible?” Yusuf Zuck looked at the time on the car’s control console and then became invisible once more.

Maurice occasionally stole glances in the rearview mirror but wasn’t as frightened as before, of course, he had no idea what the devil was doing behind him.

Soon, three minutes had passed, and Yusuf Zuck had not reappeared.

Five minutes went by, still no sign of him.

After the eighth… the ninth minute, Yusuf Zuck’s figure gradually became visible.

Nine minutes, three times as long as before.

“Has my telekinesis also extended further now?” Yusuf Zuck narrowed his eyes slightly as his telekinetic sense spread out instantly.

“Whir–” He quickly surpassed a fifteen-meter distance, then twenty-five, thirty-five, until it seemed to stop around forty-five meters.

With his body as the center point, in all directions, within a radius of forty-five meters, he could see everything clearly.

Though the car was speeding down the highway, he could still sense everything in the grass on both sides of the road with his telekinesis.

“Still three times more!” Yusuf Zuck took a deep breath.

His invisibility had tripled, his telekinesis had tripled, so his strength must have also increased threefold, not the tenfold he had previously speculated.

“Hmm, what other abilities might I have?” Yusuf Zuck wondered for a while before he began to experiment.

He was, after all, a mutant, and since only two of the Blood Beads in his mind had been activated, he felt that he hadn’t fully developed the abilities he now possessed.

Since he had the time, Yusuf Zuck began to experiment.

First was flying, something all humans dream of when they’re children, and he was no different.

He thought about it and stimulated the Blood Beads with telekinesis, then tried to make himself levitate.

However, he stimulated it for a long time, focused telekinesis for just as long, but it was of no use, his butt still sat firmly where it was, unmoved.

“Fire!” If flying didn’t work, he would try to see if he could produce fire.

He stimulated with telekinesis again, trying to shoot flames from the palm of his hand or his fingertips.

Still, it was of no use.

“Ice, water, electricity…” He repeatedly stimulated the Blood Beads with telekinesis, but still there was no reaction.

A moment later, Yusuf Zuck suddenly felt a headache.

The ceaseless stimulation of telekinesis made it feel like hundreds of needles were stabbing his brain, causing him to sweat profusely, turn pale, and his body shook uncontrollably.

Aftereffects, Yusuf Zuck knew, this was the aftereffect of frequently stimulating the Blood Beads.

“Water, pass me that bottle of water…” Yusuf Zuck’s lips were dry, and he realized his whole body was soaked, apparently showing symptoms of dehydration.

So regardless of whether the water bottle in front had been drunk from or not, he reached out for it.

“Sure sure sure~” Maurice Singleton quickly agreed and reached out for the water bottle.

However, halfway through reaching out, his hand involuntarily stopped because…

because…

because the water bottle placed under the front windshield started to float.

Maurice Singleton’s mouth hung open as the hand he stretched out was unsure whether to move or to stay still.

Yusuf Zuck was also stunned, the water bottle…

that water bottle was floating.

“Telekinesis?”

“Plunk~,” the floating water bottle suddenly dropped as Yusuf Zuck was about to shout in excitement.

“Sir, do you need me to pick that up?” Maurice Singleton asked, swallowing.

“No need.” Yusuf Zuck was both excited and perplexed at the moment, excited because how did the water bottle float up?

And perplexed for the same reason, how did it actually float up?

Yusuf Zuck didn’t rush to continue operating or experimenting.

He calmly thought about it, also using the time to relieve the pain deep inside his head and to recover physically.

A full hour later, Yusuf Zuck had completely recovered.

Just as he fully recovered, his telekinesis instantly concentrated and stimulated the water bottle that had fallen onto the car’s floor mat.

Indeed, this time the telekinesis didn’t stimulate the Blood Beads but focused on a single point, the water bottle.

“Whoo~ splash splash splash,” the water bottle wobbled and floated up again.

Maurice Singleton, who was driving, swallowed his saliva, not saying anything.

The water bottle floated gently towards Yusuf Zuck, and he casually caught it.

Mind control, success in telekinetically fetching objects from a distance!

“Haha, hahaha!” He laughed heartily, this was truly an unexpected joy.

“Hmm, more training is needed.” After laughing and drinking half the bottle, he began to continuously manipulate the water bottle with telekinesis from the back seat.

Forwards and backwards, east and west, up and down.

As he continued to practice, he got more skilled, and two hours later, the bottle could move fast or slow—fast like a stone shot out, slow like a snail.

“If my telekinesis can control this bottle of water, then if it becomes stronger, can it control my own body?” Yusuf Zuck thought of this possibility.

If he could control his own body, could he then fly?