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Chapter 4 Birds die for food
Zhou Yi turned sideways and pressed himself against the corner of the wall, keeping his body pressed against the blind spot to minimize exposure.

There are at least two people in the room.

The fire support was seamless and the coordination was skillful, clearly indicating that they had received systematic training.

Unable to find a breakthrough, Zhou Yi unbuckled the strap of his backpack and took out a blackened cylindrical object.

Although it doesn't look like a standard offensive grenade, it's enough to scare an unprepared enemy.

He raised his hand and threw it in; the crisp sound of metal hitting the ground echoed from inside the room.

"Grenade!"

Someone in the room immediately shouted, and the shooting inside the room stopped instantly.

Zhou Yi didn't miss the opportunity, instantly entering the room and raising his gun to aim.

The room was an extravagantly styled office, completely different from the tropical style downstairs.

The spacious room was covered with thick carpets and was very air-conditioned, bringing a dry chill.

A huge solid wood desk stood in the center of the room, and to the left against the wall was a half-open metal cabinet with spare magazines piled up haphazardly inside.

The man who had just shouted the warning had just gotten up from the ground and was trying to fight back.

However, he clearly did not expect Zhou Yi to arrive so close, and the two almost collided head-on.

Zhou Yi was also startled, but it was too late to retreat.

Upon noticing the military knife at the man's waist, he decisively threw away his shotgun, bent down, and pulled the knife from its clasp.

Using the downward force of slightly bent knees, grip the military knife with both hands and push the tip of the knife into the enemy's jaw from bottom to top.

"puff!"

The dull thud of the blade piercing the skull drowned out the man's panting, and the rifle fell to the ground.

In the blink of an eye, a second enemy peeked out from behind the table.

Unexpectedly, they stumbled upon the two embracing in an extremely bizarre manner.

He raised the gun barrel and then lowered it again, hesitating before firing.

Zhou Yi had already taken advantage of this moment of hesitation to lie down behind cover.

With his right hand, he skillfully pulled the pin on the grenade hanging from the corpse's chest, removed the safety rope, and forcefully threw it behind the table.

"boom!"

An explosion followed immediately, overturning the heavy solid wood table and slamming the enemy behind it into the wall.

His body twitched weakly a few times before collapsing completely.

|04:16 AM|
Zhou Yi waited a few seconds before standing up again, picking up the rifle and slinging it over his shoulder.

The room was eerily quiet; apart from the corpse lying on the floor, there was no sign of a third person.

Emilio seems to have run away long ago.

wrong.

There must be something missing.

Judging from their equipment and location, the two dead men were most likely bodyguards.

They hid in the house without any reason, letting their employer run around.

Zhou Yi held his breath and stood in the center of the office, observing carefully.

Sure enough, after a short while, a series of faint friction sounds came from the direction of the left wall.

As Zhou Yi quietly approached the area, he noticed that the metal cabinet in the corner was in an odd position.

I tapped the back panel lightly; the sound was hollow, clearly indicating that something was hidden.

Sensing something was wrong, Zhou Yi simply pushed harder.

The cabinet, which was more than half a person tall, slid open easily to the side, revealing a hidden entrance to a secret room.

The space inside is not large, only about four or five square meters.

A bald man was squatting in the center, frantically typing in a password.

Hearing the noise outside, he turned around abruptly and met Zhou Yi's eyes as Zhou Yi bent down to enter.

The man reacted quickly, immediately reaching for the pistol at his waist.

Unexpectedly, Zhou Yi was even faster.

He took two steps forward and pressed the muzzle of the gun against the man's forehead.

The man stopped, knelt on the ground, and sweat rolled down his smooth scalp.

The scorpion tail tattoo on his face looked particularly ferocious due to the twitching of his muscles.

"Hands behind your back, lie face down on the ground."

After hesitating for a long time, the man finally lay down with a look of resentment on his face, putting his hands behind his back.

Without further ado, Zhou Yi pulled out a plastic cable tie from his pocket and neatly tied him up.

“Buddy, we can talk this over. Price is negotiable. Who sent you? Carlos? Artur—ah!”

Before the man could finish speaking, he was grabbed by the collar, dragged out of the secret room, and slammed against the wall. "Listen, Emilio," Zhou Yi slowly squatted down and calmly said, "I'm in a hurry tonight, so I don't have time to waste with you."

"No, no. We can talk, buddy."

Emilio's voice trembled, yet he still tried to regain some control: "There is no hatred between us. I... I can give anything."

However, under Zhou Yi's cold gaze, the volume gradually decreased, and finally, he simply shut his mouth.

"Very good, now that you've learned to respect me, things will be easier from here on out."

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Where did you hide all the money?

"I didn't know I was just working for Boko."

Zhou Yi didn't say anything, but raised his hand and slapped him hard, so hard that his nose bled profusely.

"I really do not know."

Snapped!
"I do not have money."

Snapped!
"I"

Snapped!
"you"

Snapped!
"damn it"

Snapped!
"grass!"

Snapped!
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Snapped!
"Stop hitting me! Stop hitting me! I'll talk, I'll talk!"

Zhou Yi finally stopped moving.

"It's in me, it's in me, it's all in me!"

Emilio roared in a low voice, panting heavily, his cheeks flushed red, whether from pain or anger, it was hard to tell.

Upon hearing this, Zhou Yi carefully searched inside his clothes for a long time before finally pulling out dozens of stacks of green banknotes.

He quickly counted the money, stuffed it into his backpack, and then slapped Emilio twice without hesitation.

"A total of $240,000? Are you fucking kidding me?"

"No, no. There's more I didn't have time to take with me, it's all Reals, 700,000, in the hidden compartment under the floor. I'm not lying to you."

Zhou Yi followed the man's gaze to the spot where the metal cabinet had been, and gently pressed his palm against the floor.

"click"

The floorboards sprang open instantly, revealing seventy neatly bundled bundles of loose banknotes.

Seven hundred thousand.

Zhou Yi looked slightly disappointed.

Too little.

How dare they call themselves a gang when they're so poor?
After thinking for a moment, he picked up the several kilograms of banknotes and returned to Emilio's side.

This time, ignoring the man's pleading eyes, Zhou Yi took a black plastic bag out of her pocket and simply put it over his head.

"Waaaaah... Waaaah!"

Just a few seconds later, Emilio began to writhe his obese body, trying to break free from the unbearable feeling of suffocation.

But Zhou Yi's grip tightened even more, and he only took the plastic bag off after two minutes.

Emilio coughed violently, gasped for breath, his forehead covered in cold sweat, and he was almost fainting.

"Anything else?" Zhou Yi stood up and looked down at him. "My patience is limited. Next time it will be five minutes."

"It's all gone! It's all gone!" Emilio wailed repeatedly. "I was just in charge of distributing the goods to Boko; all the money was in his hands! It's really all gone!"

Seeing that Zhou Yi was still staring at him, showing no sign of relaxing.

Emilio quickly added:
"I still have money in my bank card! Lots! And it's clean!"

Zhou Yi gave a mocking smile and held up the plastic bag in his hand again: "I want the real thing, understand?"

Emilio's pupils contracted sharply.

Knowing he wouldn't make it through, and to minimize his suffering, he simply closed his eyes, steeled his resolve, and quickly confessed:

"There are still 240 kilograms of Colombian goods in the basement, of the highest purity, which just arrived yesterday."

"And there are the women and men that Boko has placed here with me, all carefully selected specifically to entertain his friends. There are two managers downstairs right now."

His voice trembled as he tried to find a last chance to survive:

"The best stuff and the most sensible people are all yours! Let me go, let me go! I'll leave right now, tonight, and never come back."

|04:22 AM|
Bang.

The room returned to deathly silence.

(End of this chapter)