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Chapter 63 A Little Thought Before Death

Where is Anastasia?

"She was called away at the last minute. She was upstairs, and I didn't tell anyone. No."

"Are you sure?"

“I’m sure. I swear. I swear in my mother’s name that I didn’t tell anyone about your sudden disappearance from the room.”

Ivana spoke tremulously, but raised her voice slightly at the end of the sentence.

It was only then that Valentina realized what had happened.

Her face turned deathly pale, and she hurriedly covered her ears with her hands, trying to hide it.

But it's too late.

Ivana had already finished saying her last word.

She heard everything about Zhou Yi.

what is this?
A clever thought before death?
Zhou Yi sighed, pulled a silenced pistol from under his clothes, and aimed it at the two men.

puff--

puff--

Two muffled gunshots rang out.

Blood splattered on the sheets, and a strong smell of rust instantly filled the air.

The room fell silent again.

Zhou Yi stood there, staring at the two corpses for a few seconds before carefully hiding his pistol.

He then lit a cigarette, pushed open the door, and left the room.

These kinds of clandestine parties are the most convenient.

No monitoring.

Excellent sound insulation.

The deaths of a few insignificant women won't cause any ripples.

Alan Carlson stood at the end of the second-floor corridor, pretending to adjust his cuffs, and reported in an almost inaudible voice:
"The target location has not changed. Should we proceed according to the original plan?"

"Positive".

The captain's command came through the headset, slightly distorted due to signal interference: "Blue Team, report for position."

"Position number two, target area locked."

"Number three, take your positions."

"Position number one, in position, no issues."

Allen reached out and tugged at his ill-fitting uniform, glancing at the countdown on his watch.

08: 37.

In other words, the operation officially began eight minutes and thirty-seven seconds later.

SAD[1] had been eyeing Fahd bin Rakan for several months.

Because the intelligence came so urgently, despite having the tacit approval of the Royal Warmth faction, they only had time to infiltrate the periphery of the manor.

Internally, only a few security guards were replaced.

The situation is far from being under our control.

There are more variables.

The risks have increased exponentially.

08: 31.

Allen lowered his head, glancing out of the corner of his eye at the lowest point of the steps.

A strange man was slowly walking upstairs, a cigarette dangling from his mouth.

Asian.

Around thirty years old, buzz cut, wearing a dark shirt with the cuffs half-rolled up.

We can get here at this point.

something wrong.

A sense of unease rose within Allen, and he subtly observed his movements.

Then, something even stranger happened.

The man continued to stroll along the corridor, opening and checking each door one by one without any attempt to hide it. His actions were so frank that one almost thought they had misunderstood him.

Allen frowned and pressed his earpiece: "Walk-in alert, suspicious target in the second-floor corridor."

"An Asian male, 1.8 meters tall, is pushing open the doors to enter the guest rooms one by one."

Did he carry a weapon?

Allen's eyes were fixed on the man's movements: "No obvious armor, but his behavior is unusual."

This person is so calm, it's like they're looking for something.

“Hold still, confirm whether he is close to Amber.”

Amber was the code name used for HVT in this operation.

If this man is an assassin sent by one side, the situation will become very bad. 07:49.

Allen quietly adjusted his position, positioning himself so that he could quickly draw his gun and fire.

The man approached the suite where the target was located, but then slowed his pace, as if he were thinking about something.

Immediately afterwards, he turned around and went to the next room.

This time, he wasn't as casual as before.

Instead, he stood nearby, paused for a few seconds, and then pushed open the door and went inside.

The door closed slowly behind him.

07: 35.

Allen breathed a slight sigh of relief; it seemed to have little to do with Fahad.

But at this moment——

Three extremely faint muffled thuds came from that room.

Gunshots.

Gunshots equipped with highly effective suppressors.

Allen's body tensed up immediately.

The situation has changed.

Someone was killed.

Even if it has nothing to do with Fahd, they don't have much time to react.

Without hesitation, he pressed the earpiece, simultaneously drew his pistol, and ran towards the target room.
"Shots fired, repeat, shots fired! Room 237, casualties unknown, requesting immediate action."

Upon hearing his report, the captain made a decision almost instantly: "All personnel storm in! Operation commence! Ensure HVT is captured alive!"

Zhou Yi walked up to the second floor with a calm expression.

Someone is watching this place.

A "security guard" stands in the corner.

A white man, around thirty years old, with a beard, carrying a gun, and wearing an ill-fitting uniform.

Almost instantly, Zhou Yi guessed his identity.

It's nothing more than those few well-known organizations; nine times out of ten, they're after Fahd or someone behind him.

It's not surprising that anything can happen at such a secret gathering.

However, he could use this to make himself safer.

After all, once the gunshots start, everything will be covered up.

With this plan in mind, Zhou Yi became bolder and began to push open and check each door one by one.

The first room was empty, showing no signs of having been used, except for neatly changed sheets and bath towels.

The second room was also empty.

The third room—was still empty.

Zhou Yi frowned, approaching the last room at the very end.

If there's still no one here, it means Anastasia has been called to the VIP suite.

This is not an ideal option, as it means he would have to eliminate even more people to ensure his own safety.

Fortunately, this time there was finally a rustling sound coming from the room.

Zhou Yi listened intently for a moment, then without hesitation, reached out and pushed open the door, walking inside.

The room was dimly lit and filled with the peculiar smell of something that had burned.

Further inside, he saw the person he was looking for.

Anastasia ****************.

**************.

**************.

Behind the two, ************.

***.

I watched it once when I was in Brazil.

We'll have to keep watching to see how we get back to the real world.

Zhou Yi cursed inwardly, but still patiently said, "Excuse me, you guys need to pause for a bit."

Upon suddenly hearing a stranger's voice, the obese man shuddered in fright, and the incident ended abruptly.

The next second, he abruptly raised his head, and upon seeing Zhou Yi, his face first showed a look of astonishment, then immediately turned to rage, and he burst into a tirade:
"Who the hell are you? Get the hell out of here—"

However, before he could finish speaking, Zhou Yi had already drawn his pistol and pulled the trigger without hesitation.

With a gentle push of the left hand, the impact fire burst forth, and the spent cartridges rolled away.

Bullets pierced faces, and three naked bodies fell intertwined, lifeless.

Blood gushed from the edges of the shattered skull, spreading a warm, thick crimson stain across the sheets.

(End of this chapter)