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Chapter 55 Restricted Scenes

Zhou Yi followed Carlos and quietly pushed open the door to the press conference room without attracting any attention.

"Four days ago, the world witnessed the tragedy of Delta Air Lines."

“Two thugs hijacked a plane, made an emergency landing in Puerto Rico, and then laid charges against me there.”

Alvaro's speech is still ongoing.

The spotlight sculpted his figure like that of a monarch about to be crowned, solemn and majestic.

Darkness lurked just a few feet away.

"In less than 48 hours, Alvareda Palace, in the name of national security, bypassed judicial procedures and issued an arrest warrant for me."

"But on the same day, national media reported that the president and his key aides had embezzled more than three billion dollars of public funds."

Zhou Yi quickly scanned the entire room out of the corner of his eye.

The opportunity came sooner than expected.

Two bodyguards.

He had expected there to be four.

But now, there are only two people.

They stood on either side of the podium, not too close, deliberately avoiding the camera lens.

The gun wasn't chambered, and his posture was relaxed, clearly indicating that he believed everything was under control.

They certainly have reason to think that way.

The Guanabara Palace's defense system is layered and progressive, ensuring the safety of the core area to the greatest extent possible.

Outside, riot police and military police set up three lines of cordon, with armored vehicles and barriers keeping demonstrators out of the square.

Further inside, the actual combat personnel form the core of the security system.

Snipers took turns guarding the high ground, and checkpoints were set up at each key passage.

Sentry posts were set up at each entrance and exit, and bodyguards equipped with standard rifles patrolled continuously.

"They knew that once the people started to question them, their rule would come to an end."

"So they orchestrated all of this."

Zhou Yi turned around, silently locked the door, and put the key in his pocket.

He moved to the left at a leisurely pace, slightly adjusting his position.

The bodyguards who were closer glanced in their direction.

But his gaze lingered only briefly before turning away.

"They thought that by framing me, they could divert people's attention."

Nine meters.

"But they underestimated you."

"When lies failed, they chose repression."

“They opened fire in Fifteen Square not only to suppress the demonstrations, but also to massacre witnesses.”

seven meters.

"This is not out of control, nor is it a misjudgment."

"This is a complete and utter case of state terrorism."

"This is a war waged by the government against the people."

five meters.

"Today, they killed those who dared to resist."

"Tomorrow, they will kill those who remain silent."

three meters.

"But we won't let them succeed."

"El Salvador will not yield, and the Brazilian people will not remain silent!"

Zhou Yi's breathing was steady, and his face showed no flaws.

The distance is close enough that there is absolutely no chance of something going wrong.

"Therefore, from this moment forward, I declare a state of emergency in Bahia Oblast!"

"We will take back our homeland!"

Retrieve the pistol.

Zhou Yi murmured to himself.

As soon as the thought crossed his mind, the silver gun appeared out of thin air.

"May God bless Brazil! May justice be served!"

boom--!
First shot.

A dull thud echoed in the enclosed room.

The bullet pierced the bodyguard's temple, and red and white brain matter mixed with blood splattered on the wall behind him.

His eyes widened, and before the shock could fully manifest, he lost consciousness, his body slumping backward. Then—

boom--!
Second shot.

There was not a pause for even half a second.

Zhou Yi turned to the side, raised his gun, and the bullet accurately struck another bodyguard in the forehead.

Blood mist exploded, and fragments of bone mixed with brain tissue splattered onto the faces of the nearest reporters.

The other person didn't even have time to scream; only a whimper escaped their throat.

At this moment, the screams finally erupted.

Chaos erupted inside the press conference hall as people scattered in panic, only to find the doors locked and no one able to escape.

The camera continued recording, with the lens shaky.

In the background, Alvaro is still standing on the podium, his expression finally softening slightly.

But Zhou Yi didn't give him time to react.

He rushed forward, grabbed Alvaro by the collar, pressed him down hard, and yanked him backward.

Alvaro struggled, trying to regain his balance.

Unfortunately, he was already over sixty years old, and no matter how well he took care of himself, his physical strength was far inferior to Zhou Yi's.

He suddenly raised his hand, attempting to retaliate.

The moment his arm was raised, Zhou Yi had already kneed him in the abdomen.

Alvaro groaned, his legs buckled, and his knees slammed heavily onto the floor.

Cold sweat instantly broke out from the corner of his forehead.

Everyone froze instantly.

Outside the door, security guards are trying to break it down.

Rifle fire rang out.

The bullet struck the door lock, sending up tiny wood chips.

But the thick bulletproof layer remained sturdy.

Alvaro's muscles tensed, his face darkened, and even while kneeling, he still tried to regain the initiative through words.

"I will not give in."

He spoke with absolute certainty, his expression unyielding, his words resounding.

"Not even death."

Zhou Yi chuckled softly.

There was no answer; he simply grabbed Alvaro and dragged him off the stage.

Alvaro gritted his teeth and tried to resist, but he couldn't break free at all.

The next second, his face was forcefully pressed towards the camera.

“Tell your master that a united people cannot be defeated.”

Alvaro clung to his last shred of dignity.

It was as if in this way he could become a symbol, a slogan, a hero to be praised by future generations.

But Zhou Yi didn't have time to waste any more time:

"The conspirators are dead! Long live the Sixth Republic!"

boom--!
The bullet entered Alvaro's head from the back and instantly tore through his skull.

The immense impact sent his head flying forward.

Blood and brain matter burst open, like rotten fruit being squeezed and exploded, with red and white liquid splattering all over the camera.

Zhou Yi released his grip, and the corpse fell to the ground with a thud like a broken wooden stake.

Brain tissue surged out of the crack due to inertia, leaving a sticky trail.

The camera was still running, but it was covered by blurry bloodstains.

In front of their televisions, millions of viewers stared, holding their breath, into a deathly silence, through that thick layer of red.

They witnessed an execution-like murder—without concealment or rhetoric.

The governor, who had just announced a coup, was shot in the head with a gun pointed at him and fell to the ground in front of the whole country, without any dignity.

At that moment, the entire country seemed to be muted.

The signal is still working.

Finally, with a loud crash, a group of security guards burst through the doors and rushed into the press conference hall.

However, all that remained at the scene were trembling reporters, a blood-dripping camera, and a corpse with its skull shattered and eyes wide open in death.

"Fuck him! Fuck him!"

The security captain, panting heavily and with bloodshot eyes, grabbed the nearest man and roared, "Where are the attackers?! Where the hell are they?!"

The man's face was deathly pale, his lips trembled, and he seemed to have lost the ability to speak. His finger pointed stiffly at the side door.

(End of this chapter)