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Chapter 44 FICO
"I'm not the kind of person who likes to create chaos."

As Zhou Yi spoke, he adjusted his posture.

"If they really wanted to kill someone, none of the people on that plane would have escaped."

"The same applies now."

"I want to leave, that's all."

“Boss, don’t believe him, this is psychological warfare,” Sam said coldly. “Shoot, nothing will happen.”

Zhou Yi shook his head helplessly: "Look at this young man, so eager to make a name for himself, he wants to risk our lives to advance his career."

Upon hearing this, Sam's expression stiffened, and he was about to refute it hastily, but Zhou Yi interrupted him.

"You know, young people always want to take a gamble. If they win, they become heroes and get promoted and a raise. But what if they lose the gamble?"

Restrained by the chains, Zhou Yi managed to move forward, staring intently at the middle-aged man, and continued, "You became a necessary sacrifice, how selfless."

The middle-aged agent instinctively held his breath.

There was deathly silence all around.

Then, he slowly reached out and touched the keys in his pocket.

"Are you fucking crazy?! This is treason!!" Sam glared angrily, raising his gun again.

"I'll tell you to shut the fuck up!" the middle-aged agent gritted his teeth, his gaze cold and stern.

"Don't you fucking order me around! I really will shoot! I really will fucking shoot!" Sam's breathing was rapid, and his index finger trembled slightly.

The middle-aged agent seemed not to hear, bent down, pinched the key, and turned it gently.

With a "click," the handcuffs came off.

The next second—

"Boom! Boom!"

Two gunshots rang out.

Blood splattered on the narrow interior walls of the carriage.

The middle-aged man collapsed to the ground instantly.

Sam's eyes were wide open, his finger still on the trigger, but his brain was pierced by the bullet, and red and white liquid was flowing out.

Upon hearing the gunshot, the agent in the driver's seat reacted immediately and slammed on the brakes.

"Bah!"

The tires rubbed violently against the asphalt, and the convoy came to a sudden stop.

Through the black bulletproof glass, the driver couldn't see what was happening in the back seat, so he had to press the emergency call button first:

"Code Red! Code Red——"

At the same time, Zhou Yi was also taking action.

He grabbed the key from the ground and shoved it into the lock of the rear door of the carriage.

The moment it was unlocked, he rushed out.

"—Shooting incident at the Bravo crew! Requesting immediate reinforcements!"

Before the driver could finish speaking—

"boom!"

There was another gunshot.

The bullet shattered the side window and struck him squarely in the neck.

Blood splattered on the dashboard, the man's body twitched, and then he slumped onto the steering wheel.

Without the slightest hesitation, Zhou Yi yanked open the car door, kicked the body aside, and stepped into the driver's seat.

The escorts behind also realized what was happening at this moment.

The car door was pushed open, and a dozen agents immediately drew their guns and got out of the car, taking cover as they aimed ahead.

However, before they could get close, Zhou Yi suddenly turned the steering wheel and slammed on the gas.

"boom--!"

The engine starts.

The Ford E-350 quickly turned around and drove straight onto the highway.

Looking in the rearview mirror at the convoy that had been left far behind due to their slow reaction, Zhou Yi couldn't help but feel great.

He wiped the blood from his face, turned to the corpse and quipped, "Life Lesson 101: Never trust a man with a FICO score of only 358."

Bahia, Brazil.

Eastern Standard Time, 7:24 AM.

Before dawn had fully broken, the streets of El Salvador were shrouded in a gray-blue mist.

Álvaro Domingos sat in his study, his expression somber. Twelve hours ago, everything was under control.

Rocha controlled Teixeira's son and used him to sabotage a conspiracy within the intelligence agency.

Two gunmen boarded the plane and could quickly kill the unarmed Gina and the Asian man.

All troubles will be handled properly.

Moreover, Rodriguez's death made his re-election almost a foregone conclusion.

Many partners called to congratulate him on his election in advance, their attitudes extremely obsequious.

Now, however, the accusations against him are making headlines in Brazil and around the world.

CNN, BBC, The Washington Post, Globo TV, and even Folha de Salvador are bombarding the media with evidence of his involvement with gangs, money laundering, and political assassination.

Antonio Silva's reaction was even more blatant.

Half an hour ago, the secretary planted in Brasilia brought the latest news—

"The President has pressured the Attorney General's office to initiate an investigation into you on national security and economic crime grounds, and has applied for an emergency arrest warrant."

This is not cutting off, but completely abandoning.

Alvaro narrowed his eyes slightly.

You want to sacrifice me easily?

Then let's just take a big gamble.

After making up his mind, he picked up the satellite phone and dialed a number.

If a call is made but no one answers, the system will automatically attempt to redial.

There was still no response, the signal was briefly interrupted, and the device was moved to the waiting queue.

The other party is clearly avoiding the issue.

Alvaro remained unfazed and continued his attempts.

Finally, after a brief static crackling, the phone was answered.

"what's up?"

The other person deliberately lowered their voice, sounding somewhat uneasy and embarrassed.

"Don't play dumb, José," Alvaro sneered. "What exactly is your stance?"

There was a moment of silence on the other end, then someone hesitated before speaking:
"We haven't received any instructions yet, but—"

He was interrupted halfway through his sentence by Alvaro: "Ignoring orders from above, assuming unrest occurs within the state, can the military remain neutral?"

He immediately understood the implication in his words, and the silence on the other end of the phone grew even longer.

This time, Alvaro didn't rush him, but generously gave him time to think.

After a long pause, José's voice finally rang out again: "It largely depends on the president's reaction, but if things get big enough..."

At this point, the person on the phone seemed to breathe more heavily:
"I think my colleagues in the Southeast region and I are willing to serve you."

Having gotten the answer he wanted, Alvaro's lips curled into a smile: "Very good, remember your promise now."

After speaking, he proactively ended the communication.

As he had predicted, many in the military were still indulging in the fantasies of the last century.

They longed for that era, yet were unwilling to be the first pawn to charge into battle.

The fastest and most effective way is to escalate the situation rapidly.

One's own background, once gaining an initial advantage, is enough to win the support of the majority.

So, who's next?
Military or police? Or a private armed group?
After thinking for a moment, Alvaro picked up his phone and called Hansen.

The phone was answered after only one ring.

Immediately afterwards, Hansen gave a somewhat flustered report:

"Boss, things aren't looking good."

"Stop talking nonsense, how many more people can you mobilize?" Alvaro asked.

"If we don't consider logistical issues, we can deploy 185 people at any time."

Alvaro frowned: "What do you mean by not considering logistics?"

"Most of your funds in China have been frozen, boss."

"The company's daily expenses are considerable, and it can only survive for a few months by relying solely on offshore accounts."

"My loyalty to you is beyond question, but most of the people under me are hardly idealists."

“Money is not a problem,” Alvaro said meaningfully. “Move them into the city as quickly as possible.”

(End of this chapter)