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Chapter 8

Provoked by Zhou Yi, Ramon's forehead veins bulged and his fingers tightened slightly.

"Come on, kill me!" Zhou Yi shouted sharply, his voice like a heavy hammer blow to his fragile nerves. "Shoot! Shoot the fuck now!"

Ramon's lips began to tremble involuntarily, cold sweat trickled down his temples, and his breathing became rapid, accompanied by violent heaving of his chest.

Finally, under immense psychological pressure, he collapsed, closed his eyes, loosened his grip, and the gun was easily snatched away.

With his thumb rubbing the gun handle, Zhou Yi reassured everyone in the room, "Put your guns down, there's no need to make everyone tense."

Upon hearing this, his men all looked at Ramon, awaiting his instructions.

Ramon gritted his teeth, his face alternating between pale and flushed.

A moment later, he squeezed out a sentence through gritted teeth, "Put down your guns, all of you put down your guns."

After a brief silence, the men disarmed themselves.

The one who had stopped Zhou Yi earlier still looked defiant, as if he wanted to take another gamble.

But in the end, he was defeated by Ramona's warning gaze.

Zhou Yi smiled and said, "Having such loyal subordinates is truly remarkable."

"What on earth do you want to do?"

Ramon's voice was hoarse.

"Buddy, I'm a businessman who keeps his word."

Zhou Yi calmly walked behind Ramon and pressed the pistol against his waist. "You owe me a lot of money. You have to find a way to pay it back."

As soon as he finished speaking, he exerted a little force with his arm, forcing Ramon to lean forward involuntarily: "Now, close your eyes and come with me."

Under the threat of a gun, Ramon struggled to move toward the door.

Everyone watched this scene with tense expressions, and no one dared to make a move.

For a moment, the room was so quiet that only heavy breathing could be heard.

Just then, the man who had previously been skeptical suddenly moved, abruptly raising his gun, pulling back the safety, and aiming it at Zhou Yi's back.

"Let go of the boss!" His voice was filled with fear, but his finger was already on the trigger.

“Very good.” Zhou Yi seemed to have expected this, and without turning his head, he said, “If you continue like this, I guarantee your boss will die before me.”

Ramon froze, quickly turning his head and shouting sharply, "Mateus, stop! Do you want to kill me?"

Matthäus gritted his teeth, his knuckles turned white, but his wrists trembled uncontrollably.

"Do as I say, put down your gun!" Ramon forced himself to remain calm: "I'll be fine, do as I say!"

After a brief standoff, Matthäus finally threw the gun to the ground, his eyes fierce as he stared intently at Zhou Yi.

His chest heaved violently, and his eyes were filled with barely suppressed anger.

“Loyal and devoted, very good. I love this kind of scene,” Zhou Yi smiled with satisfaction, pressing the gun forward again. “Is there anything else you want to say?”

Hearing the implication in his words, Ramon took a deep breath and reluctantly compromised, "Give these gentlemen whatever they want later. Also, help me keep it a secret from Fabio."

On the street, Thiago, wearing an Ultraman mask, leaned against a dilapidated motorcycle.

Seeing Zhou Yi lead his men downstairs, he quickly jumped into the car, a hint of excitement in his expression: "Finally out?"

"Prepare to retreat."

Zhou Yi gave the succinct command, then shoved Ramon into the middle of the motorcycle and blindfolded him with a black plastic bag.

Upon hearing this, Thiago stopped talking nonsense, twisted the accelerator to the floor, and the three of them sped away from the scene.

He deliberately took a roundabout route to avoid the few surveillance cameras on the road, and led the two to the abandoned house on the outskirts of the city that he had chosen earlier.

The iron gate creaked open, and a musty, damp smell filled the air.

Ramon was roughly dragged out of the car and shoved into the room, where he was then tied to a rusty chair in the living room.

In the darkness, he heard Zhou Yi's voice nearby: "Get ready, your ransom will be very high." "Fifteen million US dollars?!"

Matthäus almost lost his temper; he opened his mouth, but ultimately didn't utter a curse into the phone.

His face was so dark it could drip water, but he forced himself to remain calm: "This is simply unrealistic. No one can gather that much cash in three hours."

The other end's attitude was very firm.

He said no and there was no room for discussion before hanging up the phone.

Matthäus slammed his fist on the table in a fit of rage and turned to order his trusted confidant sitting beside him: "Go and find me the middleman."

"But, boss..."

The confidant's Adam's apple bobbed as he awkwardly spoke, "The night the message was delivered, the boss sent someone to take care of him. His body is probably already submerged in the sea."

"damn it."

Matthäus's expression instantly twisted.

After holding it in for a long time, he finally walked out of the room without saying a word.

Zhou Yi didn't care what tricks Matthäus might play.

The system determines the completion rate; no manual intervention is required.

Therefore, whoever puts the money in the alley will have it counted as part of their task.

After throwing his mask and coat into the fire in the yard, Zhou Yi carefully untied the vest that was tied around his body.

Boco's manager was quite a character; he stuffed a lot of good stuff into the container.

The variety is so complete that you could make a simple Middle Eastern specialty by hand and fool a local gangster who has never seen the world.

Carrying his things back into the house, Thiago cautiously watched Ramon, whose blindfold had been removed, fearing he might suddenly attack and run away.

This is completely unnecessary worry.

Ramon dared not open his eyes at that moment, fearing that he would not survive if he saw the robber's true face.

He could only murmur words of pleading, his lips trembling.

Zhou Yi walked over, patted his face, offered a few words of comfort, and then squatted down to deal with the detonation device.

...

Zhou Yi was idly waiting to collect his money, while Matthäus was practically frantic with work.

Not only do they have to guard against their subordinates running away with the money, but they also have to lead a team to infiltrate the PVA's controlled area.

"Damn it, what bad luck, how come there are two corpses lying here?"

Mateus spat on Pedro's body, frowned, and gestured for the team to spread out and take cover in the surrounding area.

"Everyone, stay alert. Try to be discreet during our operation and don't alert them so they can hurt the boss."

After everyone had taken their positions, he turned around and climbed onto the roof, crouching behind a camouflage wall made of a few pieces of broken sheet metal to observe.

A few minutes later, a faint engine sound came from the alley entrance.

A dusty van slowly came to a stop, the back door was opened, and two black men began to unload cash.

Matthäus unconsciously clenched and unclenched his fists, his breathing becoming slightly rapid.

Only six million of them are real; the rest are just worthless paper.

He prayed silently that he could fool the robbers.

With such a large sum of money, the other party will definitely send their own people to collect it.

Once they show themselves, their hiding place will be exposed if we follow them.

At that time, the initiative will be back in our own hands.

(End of this chapter)