Invisible Security Guard
Chapter 473 - 472: Headquarters Based in Los Angeles

Chapter 473: Chapter 472: Headquarters Based in Los Angeles

In Luciano and Alfredo Meskill’s minds, encountering pirates during their voyage would have been ideal. They could kill pirates and rob them.

Unfortunately, they did not come across any pirates; instead, they encountered a carrier battle group, and even saw a huge nuclear-powered submarine surface before them, only to dive back into the sea, silently and stealthily, which was quite frightening.

Alfredo Meskill asked Yusuf Zuck if it was possible to take down a submarine, and Zuck replied that it was, but after taking down the submarine, they would probably not live more than a month before being crushed into dust by the mighty power of the United States.

"Besides, what use do we have for a submarine? The maintenance costs alone are not something we can afford, right?" Yusuf Zuck laughed heartily, appreciating Alfredo Meskill’s bold yet astute character.

On the other hand, Luciano was cold in demeanor, keeping everyone at arm’s length. Although he and Alfredo Meskill got along with the sailors, no one tried to cozy up to Luciano, as his somber expression was truly frightening.

After sailing for more than ten days and as they were about to reach the waters near San Francisco, the hovercraft was lowered from the cargo ship, and the three of them, Zuck included, jumped down with their bags.

Captain Wu, Manager Liu, and the first mate, along with the crew, waved goodbye to them. They had enjoyed their company over the last ten days, and Yusuf Zuck occasionally bribed them with pearls, making the sailors reluctant to see the trio leave.

Even more so, a young man, around twenty, wanted to leave with the three of them to go try his luck and make a fortune in San Francisco.

However, this young man was slapped back by his own uncle.

The sailors’ wages weren’t bad, actually; each month they could make upwards of ten thousand, some even two to three times that amount. Since this route wasn’t dangerous, the money was easy to earn. Saving up for a few years would be more than enough to get married.

While on the ship, the three never used their real names. The others knew them only as Easy Sky, Little Chicken, and Young Mistake—all purportedly from Shandong.

When they arrived in the waters near San Francisco, they were actually safe, just as if they were back in their homeland. If a cargo ship let down a rubber dinghy in the open sea, that dinghy could row to the coast without being detected, after all, it’s not like the coast guard could patrol the shoreline twenty-four hours a day.

It was the same in San Francisco. Once the trio landed, no one came to question them. But once on shore, they had to be careful, as there were more police than coast guards. If you seemed suspicious, they had the right to ask for your ID, to lie down on the ground, and if you didn’t comply, the police could open fire without hesitation.

Yusuf Zuck actually had a certain admiration for the power granted to the police by American laws; unlike back home, where if a cop killed a thug, they’d get cursed out by netizens, questioned as to why they had to shoot!

Yusuf Zuck turned on his phone, and shared his approximate location.

Up to two days before they disembarked, his phone was able to make calls, so he contacted Maurice Singleton, who told him to give him a call as soon as he landed.

About two hours later, two Mercedes cars pulled over on the highway not far away, and Yusuf Zuck, along with Little Chicken and Young Mistake, walked over to them.

Four people got out of the two cars, two of whom Zuck recognized: one was Hobby Pope, a bodyguard of Maurice Singleton, and the other was Wells Merritt.

"Honored boss, Hobby Pope at your service," Hobby Pope said sincerely, bowing to Zuck, while Wells Merritt immediately translated.

"Boss, get in the car, you two as well!" Wells Merritt was excited; he had been waiting for Zuck for almost a month. His status was now second only to Maurice Singleton’s because he was one of Maurice’s right-hand men.

Hobby Pope got into the lead car and they set off, with Wells Merritt sitting in the co-driver’s seat, while Yusuf Zuck, Luciano, and Alfredo Meskill sat in the back.

"Where’s Maurice Singleton?" Zuck asked once they were in the car.

"He’s in Los Angeles. Didn’t you mention you wanted to strategically relocate? Initially, we planned to move headquarters to New York, but then Paul killed someone in New York and had to flee overnight, so we had no choice but to move headquarters to Los Angeles."

"Los Angeles isn’t bad either; it’s close to Mexico, so we can take care of both ends," Yusuf Zuck nodded. New York truly wasn’t suitable to move to at the moment. Though their faction in Juarez was considered major in Mexico, if they went to New York, they would probably only be able to act like rats, so settling in Los Angeles was just right.

"That’s exactly it. Maurice Singleton and the others said the same thing during the meeting. They don’t want to clash with the local forces, so even upon arriving in Los Angeles, everything must proceed in the shadows."

"Hmm, did they take you to the meeting?" Yusuf Zuck said with a smile.

"Am I not representing you?" Wells Merritt chuckled.

"Right, starting from now, teach Luciano and Alfredo Meskill English. Also, once we get to Los Angeles, you and they should get off and arrange for them to go somewhere else, not to the company."

"Got it." Wells Merritt didn’t ask any more questions. As merely a translator, it was better for him not to inquire about such matters.

Luciano and Alfredo Meskill nodded. They had discussed the matter of Juarez with Yusuf Zuck while on the ship.

In the end, the three of them agreed that Juarez might not last long and that even if they joined, it probably wouldn’t be convenient for them, as their power would be checked.

Therefore, Luciano and Alfredo Meskill suggested that they could operate from the shadows, forming a special organization similar to an assassination or mercenary group. Although this organization would be under Juarez’s control, it would directly follow Yusuf Zuck’s orders. The group would consist of highly skilled individuals rather than a large number and could serve to assassinate, control, and intimidate Juarez when necessary.

In essence, it would be like an enforcement branch—monitoring and controlling all of Juarez’s personnel and, in times when Juarez faced suppression, they could become a clandestine force.

Even if Juarez were to be annihilated, they could still survive independently.

Yusuf Zuck didn’t want too many people to know about this. Maurice Singleton was acceptable, as was the Widow Elena, but no one else.

"Hey Wells, do you have a gun?" In the midst of their conversation, Alfredo Meskill suddenly asked Wells Merritt if he had a gun.

"Uh... I’ve got one." Wells Merritt took out a gun from his waist, which he had recently purchased.

"Wow, it’s so cool. Sell it to me, how much?" Alfredo Meskill grabbed the gun enthusiastically and began to fiddle with it.

"Cough, cough." Wells Merritt coughed and said quietly, "We from Juarez are also involved in arms dealing. The boss is a big dealer, so what kind of guns can’t you guys get in the future?"

"Give it to him, you’re not being a bit hasty, are you?" Yusuf Zuck laughed helplessly and said, "Once we get to Los Angeles, I’ll have Maurice Singleton take you guys to pick some out."

"Yay!" Alfredo Meskill shouted excitedly. They could do whatever they wanted abroad, they were truly free at last.

Luciano smiled broadly, anticipating that life ahead might be even more thrilling.

"By the way, how’s Maurice Singleton doing with the medical dragging?" Yusuf Zuck suddenly remembered to ask.

"Three patients have already signed up, all recruited through our business partners—one from Saudi Arabia, a local from the United States, and one from Africa. All of them have terminal illnesses. They arrived in Los Angeles separately a few days ago. These three patients have very bad tempers; as soon as they got here, they demanded immediate treatment and threatened to skin us alive if they weren’t cured. All three are quite powerful and didn’t take Juarez seriously."

"Heh, it’s normal for people with terminal illnesses to have bad tempers!" Yusuf Zuck laughed and said.