Extraordinary Losers 3 by Jessica Alejandro Read Free Book Online Page B

remember Mrs Sakdipa saying that the address is somewhere in Jurong.”
    â€œHow?” Janice whispered into my ear. “We need a vehicle that can tell us the speed at which we are travelling. Remember Mundi’s message? It had speed, seconds and all other kinds of other weird instructions.”
    Adam quickly added, “Yeah, we’d better follow Mundi’s directions. The Jurong address might be a trap! And the teachers are on their way there now!”
    I still didn’t think it was a good idea to follow a stranger in his vehicle. “Maybe we should just wait for Madam Siti and Mr Grosse to return.”
    â€œThey are no here! They are no here!” Uncle Andy sighed. “They scolded me just now and they say I let a Milo van in and because of that poor Mundi disappeared.” Then his brown eyes glazed over like he was reminiscing about all those times with Mundi.
    â€œThey went to the police station. I want to help find him too.” Uncle Andy trotted off.
    Adam and Clandestino signalled to me to follow Uncle Andy.
    â€œThat’s the only way,” Clandestino urged. “We can’t afford to waste anymore time!”
    â€œYeah, there’re so many of us. What can possibly happen?” Adam agreed.
    Janice begged to differ. “I am not sure about you guys, but I am definitely worth a million…”
    Before she could finish her sentence, Adam and Clandestino had dashed off after Uncle Andy. Janice and I looked at each other. Why would they be afraid? One was The Credible HULK and the other was The SPEED.
    But what if Uncle Andy was pretending to be someone he was not? What if this was his trap to kidnap more children? What if he was really the one that kidnapped Mundi and now he wanted to silence us?

CHAPTER 10: THE RIDE OF YOUR LIFE
    By the time Janice and I arrived at the carpark, Uncle Andy was already in the driver’s seat. His red pick-up was a rusty mess and looked to be a 100 years old.
    Clandestino and Adam had climbed onto the open-air back of the pick-up and were beaming at us with megawatt smiles.
    â€œCome on, guys!” Clandestino reached out to help Janice up.
    â€œIt’s illegal to sit at the back. It’s meant for carrying goods,” Janice muttered. “First bad sign.”
    â€œMaybe it’s a short distance?” I suggested, still unsure about the whole follow-Uncle-Andy decision. But as soon as Janice hopped on, she changed her mind.
    â€œWow, this actually could be fun!” She danced around.
    I had no choice but to climb up too.
    â€œYeah, see!” Clandestino exclaimed. “It’s not that baaa….”
    Before he could finish his sentence, the pick-up jerked and reversed abruptly. Our heads bobbed violently.
    â€œWoahhh!” Adam was thrilled.
    Between the driver’s cabin and the open cargo area was a plastic window. With one hand, Uncle Andy slid the window open and called out, “Everyone okay there?”
    We could see that he had decked out his dashboard with all kinds of ornaments, photographs of Chinese celebrities and childish stickers. There were receipts strewn all around and my eye caught sight of two tiny cockroaches scampering under the seat. I didn’t want to make a scene since Janice was there and she was a squealer.

    â€œYes!” Clandestino said, before taking out his phone to read Mundi’s message. “Remember, Uncle Andy, right, at 60 km/h, 29 seconds straight. Traffic light, straight 138 seconds. Left turn 136 seconds straight. Traffic light, turn left at 20 km/h, 10 seconds straight… Poor dog.”
    â€œHow do you know?” asked Uncle Andy, his elbow resting on the wound-down window. “Poor dog?”
    â€œMundi messaged us,” I said.
    Clandestino elbowed me. “Don’t have to tell Uncle Andy everything,” he mouthed.
    I wondered why Mundi had added “poor dog” to the text message.
    â€œOkay, okay. Just tell me