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"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!"