Invisible Security Guard
Chapter 459 - 458: Arriving in New York

Chapter 459: Chapter 458: Arriving in New York

Little Rose left the country in the second year of junior high, while Ruth Wilcox was taken away by a female classmate in the third year. Therefore, Yusuf Zuck became even more certain that Ruth’s disappearance was related to Little Rose.

Yusuf Zuck rushed to the airport overnight, and after waiting for about three hours, he finally caught a flight to New York.

Sneaking into the luggage compartment had become routine, and he liked this traceless way of travel.

Before boarding the plane, he brought several bottles of water and bought some vacuum-packed food, as the flight to New York was long and he needed to replenish his energy.

Calculating the time, it was already mid-February. In less than half a month, Luciano would be released from prison. Yusuf had said he would return to Yang Valley before March 1st to pick up Luciano, so he would only stay in New York for a few days. Once he found Ruth, he would immediately rush back.

Of course, after picking up Luciano, he also planned to stay abroad for a year or so, and he had already come up with a plan to make a fortune overseas.

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Fifteen hours later, Yusuf Zuck climbed into a black stretch Lincoln car at the New York airport.

Since Mexico and the United States border each other, Maurice Singleton rushed to New York after hanging up the phone with Yusuf, arriving a few hours ahead and then waited at the airport as instructed by Yusuf.

"Boss, Juarez has become the second-largest syndicate in Mexico City. Over a few months, their manpower, trade, and various businesses have doubled. The momentum is very strong. However, if you, boss, plan to stay for a long time, I believe Juarez will become even bigger!" Once in the car, Maurice began to report on the company’s affairs, as Yusuf held shares in the company.

"I never asked you about Juarez’s business before because, first, I didn’t want to get involved in that filth and, second, I still have some conscience. I’m afraid of spending dirty money and getting struck by lightning. But I’ve already been struck once, and I didn’t die, so let’s just feed the conscience to the dogs," Yusuf chuckled. Devin’s strike was probably more severe than a lightning strike.

"Now tell me, what does your business include?" Yusuf was going to settle down here for a stage, and he was going to start earning money, so he needed to take charge of Juarez.

"We have many lines of business," Maurice said with an awkward smile. "The first one is drugs, which is also our main source of income."

"That’s fine, but do not sell drugs to our own country," Yusuf replied.

"We won’t do that."

"What about the others?" Yusuf asked further.

"The others include arms trafficking, but not in large volumes, and also smuggling, trafficking women, brothels, robbing, kidnapping, assassination. Of course, we also have legitimate entities, like hotels, logistics, storage, etc. According to my plan, Juarez will gradually launder itself and completely sever ties with all those dirty deals!"

"Talent is the most important. You need to cultivate talent. With enough capital, any business can make money!"

"That’s true," Maurice nodded in agreement.

"Can you get in touch with influential people in Mexico, and can you do the same here in the United States?" Yusuf suddenly asked.

"Yes, we can. If we didn’t network with the influential, the company would have been swallowed up clean. In Mexico City, several members of parliament are our partners, the police chief, high-ranking officials in city hall, and so on; they all get a cut.

It’s also pretty good on this side in the United States. One of the people we do business with is from the Middle Eastern Arab countries, and he’s very influential in the high society of America."

"That’s good, that’s good!" Yusuf laughed heartily, saying, "Spread the word for me, claim that I can cure all kinds of diseases, like AIDS, cancer, even regrowing severed fingers and toes, leukemia, and so on; I can cure anything."

"Uh, uh, uh..." Maurice was nearly choked by Yusuf’s words. Is the boss serious? Was he not joking?

"I’m not joking. You find a reason, make up a story, and spread the word. However, don’t mention my name or disclose my nationality and identity. And in a few days, you’ll also need to get me a big robe, preferably one that can cover my face."

"Can it really cure any disease? Boss, are you telling the truth?" Maurice was incredibly excited.

"Oh, I forgot Methelin is still in a wheelchair." Yusuf suddenly remembered that Maurice’s eldest daughter suffered from muscular atrophy and had difficulty moving.

"Make a call, have someone bring her over, let me show you what a miracle looks like first, and then you can work for me—I want to make money!"

"Yes, yes, yes, I’ll arrange it right away, immediately!" Maurice immediately dialed the phone, having his daughter brought to New York from his home.

Yusuf just smiled faintly; through Maurice, he planned to make a fortune—that was his intent in coming abroad!

Since he was idle anyway, and he wasn’t adept at business, why not heal instead? Now, with the miraculous purple drops, he should be able to cure any disease. If he cured a few cases, he wouldn’t have to worry about business not coming in.

Maurice was skeptical, so he did not continue discussing the healing. Everything would wait until his daughter was cured. If his daughter could indeed be healed, then he would really strike it rich.

What about drugs and arms? As long as he could cure incurable diseases, why worry about not making money?

Just a few days ago, he had heard that a Prince in his twenties from the Middle Eastern Arab countries had died. At first, no one knew how he had died, but later reports disclosed that the Prince had died of AIDS!

In fact, many powerful people are afflicted with this disease; they just don’t publicize it. In the Middle East, in the United States, due to certain mindsets, some politicians have homosexual relations, which significantly increases the odds of contracting AIDS.

Drug injections are also one of the means of transmission.

There are also many other diseases, and many presidents, prime ministers, even, have been diagnosed with cancer.

For instance, recent news reported that the Prime Minister of Japan, Abe, has been diagnosed with colon cancer. So, if Yusuf truly has the ability to treat terminal illnesses, will they worry about not accruing immense wealth?

Maurice also had his own people in the United States; after all, they conducted business here, so he had everything, including cars and villas.

Yusuf moved into a villa on some avenue, which was Suarez’s stronghold in New York.

"Maurice, I need an English teacher. Also, we take action tonight, and I need the robe I mentioned prepared as soon as possible!"

"Yes, sir, I’ll get right on that." After escorting Yusuf into the villa, Maurice hurriedly left with his men.

As he exited the villa gates, a black man following him asked, "Boss, why do you humble yourself before him? What were you two talking about?" Maurice and Yusuf had been conversing in Chinese, so the others couldn’t understand, but that didn’t mean they couldn’t sense it; their boss was showing an unusual level of respect to this Chinese man.

"Shut your mouth, he’s my boss, Suarez’s real boss!" Maurice shouted.

"Him? The monthly profits distributed by the company’s finance, are they sent to him? An Eastern monkey? A sick man?" the black man arched an eyebrow.

"Hobby, watch your words. You do your job as a guard here. Later, some key members of the society are coming for a meeting. Remember, he’s the boss. If anyone disrespects him, don’t blame me for being rude!"

"Okay, you’re my boss; I’ll listen to you," Hobby shrugged.

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