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Chapter 20 Damn it!
Zhou Yi lowered the brim of his hat and naturally put his arm around Gina's shoulder, pretending to be an ordinary couple.

The two of them made their way through the throngs of panicked passengers to the very front of the subway.

The cockpit door was tightly closed.

An electronic card reader is embedded in the side. The plastic surface has been repeatedly pressed, and the edges are worn, exposing the metal contacts.

Gripping the gun handle inside his jacket, Zhou Yi raised his wrist, aimed at the card reader, and pulled the trigger.

"Bang! Bang!"

Two short, sharp explosions followed, the plastic shattered, and sparks flew everywhere.

Before anyone could react, Zhou Yi kicked open the cockpit door and pointed his gun directly at the driver's head.

"parking!"

The driver jerked back, his shoulders tensed, and he gripped the control lever tightly with both hands, turning around in terror.

His gaze fell on the gun in Zhou Yi's hand, his Adam's apple bobbed, and his voice trembled: "I...I can't just stop anywhere. They require it to be at the central station...No, that's against the regulations."

"Regulation?"

Zhou Yi sneered and pressed the gun against the driver's forehead: "Either stop the car, or die."

A chill ran down his spine, and the driver swallowed hard, his fingers trembling as he pulled the emergency brake.

The wheels screeched against the rails, and the inertia caused the entire carriage to shake violently.

The passengers behind screamed and grabbed the handrails, their bodies being thrown about.

The lights flickered a few times before finally settling down.

The train stopped at the deepest part of the tunnel.

"Wise choice."

As Zhou Yi spoke, he pulled open the emergency exit next to him and jumped down without hesitation.

The damp, cold air rushed in instantly.

At intervals along the wall, faint yellow safety lights are embedded, casting blurry spots of light in the darkness.

Gina followed closely behind Zhou Yi, their footsteps echoing in the empty tunnel.

Walking briskly along the railway tracks, after a few minutes, an iron gate with red and white striped warning signs appeared on the right.

The door lock was rusty, and the remains of a transformer box and emergency communication equipment were placed next to it.

Zhou Yi raised his hand to signal Gina to stop, pricked up his ears, and held his breath.

Apart from the persistent dripping sound, there was nothing else unusual.

After confirming there was no threat, Zhou Yi took a half step back, raised his gun, and aimed it at the door lock.

"boom!"

The chain broke, the door panel trembled slightly, and a dim yellow light shone through the gap.

Inside is a narrow maintenance passageway, covered with old cables, and at the end, you can vaguely see an escape exit leading to the ground.

"Yes, yes, I understand, I understand, don't worry."

Hansen hung up the phone and downed the last of his brandy in one gulp.

He gestured to the people at the table, then walked calmly through the heavily carpeted dining room, pushed open the carved glass door, and entered the balcony.

A warm breeze swept over me, carrying the salty smell of the sea and the fresh scent of lemon trees in the distance.

The azure sea shimmered with tiny golden lights under the sunlight, and several white yachts were gliding slowly along.

Hansen leaned against the beige limestone railing and took out a cigarette case from his pocket.

The moment the cigarette was lit, he took a deep drag, savoring the pleasant sensation of the smoke swirling in his lungs.

Squinting, Hansen let his gaze linger on the horizon for a few seconds.

It's as if this way you can avoid facing the messed-up reality.

However, escape is futile.

Life must go on.

"Damn it," he muttered under his breath.

That good-for-nothing Scott caused such a commotion, and the target is still alive and kicking.

Someone is about to suffer for this.

Take me for example.

Hansen took a deep drag on his cigarette, flicking his fingers as ash drifted onto his shirt cuff. Too lazy to brush it off, he pulled a second phone from his pocket, dialed a number, and held it to his ear.

The signal connection had barely beeped twice when it was answered: "Boss, Team A is in position. What are your orders?"

Hearing the anxious question coming from the other end, Hansen suddenly felt a deep weariness.

He raised his hand and rubbed his face, deciding to let Scott off the hook for the time being.

It's not time to settle scores yet.

"Terminate the mission. Target lost. Last sighting was at the B3 maintenance port."

Hansen's expression was frighteningly calm.

The other side fell silent.

After a long pause, Scott's cautious voice rang out again: "Boss, what's the next step?"

Hansen stubbed out his cigarette on the railing, leaving charred marks on the limestone surface.

"Go find Rocha right away. He needs you. Don't let me down."

"Understood, boss."

Scott hung up the phone and breathed a sigh of relief.

For some reason, Hansen didn't start cursing this time, which made him feel a little uncomfortable.

The military and police personnel responsible for clearing the perimeter began to leave.

The captain in charge smiled and gestured to him before returning to the command vehicle.

The roadblocks were gradually removed, and the sentry posts were taken down.

The crowd remained hesitant in the distance.

Scott looked down, his fingertips unconsciously tracing the buttons on the satellite phone.

After a moment's thought, he turned around and shouted to the team members still in the passageway: "The plan has changed, the mission is terminated."

The group exchanged puzzled glances, but still came up one after another.

Bruno was the first to approach and take the rifle Scott offered him.

He opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something.

But under the warning of the cold gaze, he swallowed his words, pursed his lips, and returned to the queue.

"I've been ordered to report to the police station. You're all dismissed."

Once everyone was present, Scott gave a few brief instructions, then took off his equipment, threw it all into the back seat of the pickup truck, opened the door, and got in.

"Let's leave any questions for tonight."

As soon as he finished speaking, the pickup truck sped off, its tires rolling over the ground and kicking up a cloud of dust.

do not let me down.

Scott gripped the steering wheel, Hansen's last words like a thorn stuck in his mind, refusing to leave.

do not let me down.

Is this some kind of warning?

But then again, it's not entirely my fault if things go wrong.

Damn, the intelligence is completely inaccurate.

Which military unit trained that Asian guy? He's ridiculously perceptive.

However, before he could figure it out, the car had already arrived at its destination.

The white paint on the police station's exterior walls was yellowed and peeling, and the glass windows at the entrance reflected the afternoon sun, making one's eyes sting.

Inside the guard post, a man in a gray-blue short-sleeved uniform leaned listlessly against the chair, his hat brim pulled low, almost obscuring half of his face.

As Scott approached, the man finally snapped out of his daze, grinned, and said, "Damn, I thought you were dead out there, Scott."

"Rocha called me over."

Upon hearing this, Scott forced a smile as a response.

"The colonel should still be in his office right now. You can go in by yourself."

Seeing that he had no intention of exchanging pleasantries, the man shrugged, then slumped back into his seat, pulling down his hat brim to cover his eyes.

(End of this chapter)