Starting from South America, speeding through the world

Chapter 1 I Hate Third-Rate Plots

April 19, 200x (Gregorian calendar)

El Salvador, Bahia State.

The city under the cover of night is shimmering with lights, and the air is humid and hot.

In the slums at the foot of the mountain, crowds swayed wildly to the music.

Sweat dripped from their foreheads, mingling with the smell of alcohol, and drifted away on the sea breeze.

Zhou Yi squatted in the alley not far away, listening to the noise around him, and sighed as he stubbed out his cigarette on the ground.

Staring at the system notification that appeared on the wall, he fell silent for a moment.

How did I end up time-traveling?
What a waste of the seven-figure sum of money in the account.

Zhou Yi, male, likes women.

Aside from killing, he had no other special skills.

Over the past five years, he has been active in various hotspots as a private military contractor.

After finally saving up enough money, I immediately bought a plane ticket to start my business.

A few hours earlier, to celebrate his glorious retirement, he paid a high price to hire three skilled Eastern European women to relax and unwind.

Unexpectedly, she fainted right after taking off her shirt.

When I opened my eyes again, I was already in El Salvador.

He was shirtless, had no coins in his pockets, and didn't even know when his shoes had been taken from his feet.

Zhou Yi's distraction was detected, the icons on the graffiti wall flashed, and the interface switched to a somewhat rudimentary personal panel.

Name: Zhou Yi

【Sex: Male】

Special items: None

[World Code: PA-39472]

[Preparatory Task: Earn as many US dollars as possible within five days]

[Note: All currency received must be in cash and deposited at the designated submission point. Good luck!]

[Preparatory mission activated]

[Newbie status detected. Do you want to claim the reward?]

"Confirm receipt".

[Status Update]

[Reward coming soon: Pistol (slightly worn)]

[Distance: 15 meters, 14 meters, 13 meters]

what?
Dude, is this some kind of perfunctory response?
A sense of doubt arose in Zhou Yi's mind, and he turned around to look behind him.

Not long after, accompanied by a series of disordered footsteps, three figures squeezed into the narrow alleyway.

The one leading the group was a tall, thin man.

Even from a distance, you could smell that strange odor emanating from him that seemed to hit you right in the head.

Two drunken black men followed behind.

Wearing a loose vest and flip-flops.

She looked to be only seventeen or eighteen years old.

The tall, thin man shoved away the black man who was trying to help him, staggered a couple of steps, and then suddenly stopped.

He mumbled a couple of indistinct words and then began to unzip his pants.

The tall, thin man was relieving himself against the wall when he suddenly felt a gaze fall upon him.

I glanced up and my eyes met those of the Asian man squatting under the streetlight not far away.

Bare-chested and barefoot, his pants stained, he looked like a pathetic creature abandoned after being robbed.

Perhaps it was the heightened excitement from the drugs and a touch of racism that stirred a sudden malice in the tall, thin man's heart.

He shook his manhood, pulled up his trousers, and walked to Zhou Yi's side, speaking sarcastically in a strange-sounding Portuguese:
"Hey, you yellow-skinned monkey, is this a place for you? Lost?"

Are you serious?

Zhou Yi frowned and turned to look at the wall.

I hate this kind of third-rate plot the most.

The reward has been issued; please claim it as soon as possible.

The reward has been issued; please claim it as soon as possible.

The reward has been issued; please claim it as soon as possible.

The system, like an artificially disabled person, keeps urging us on.

The tall, thin man became displeased at being completely ignored and, with a cold smile, reached into his crotch.

"Are you mute? Consider it a gift from me because I'm in a good mood today." The two black men laughed and egged him on.

"Oh, Pedro! Great Pedro! Stop dawdling, teach this guy a lesson, show him what's what!"

The tall, thin man—Pedro—became even more excited upon hearing this.

He pulled out a pistol, raised it sharply, and aimed it at Zhou Yi's forehead.

"Do you see it? Now, do you want to kneel down and beg me?"

"Maybe if I'm in a good mood, I'll let you die a quicker death."

He drew out the last syllable of his words, with a hint of teasing.

The silver gun barrel reflected a dazzling light under the dim yellow light.

Upon hearing this, the Black people became even more excited, their faces showing a mixture of excitement and tension.

"Haha, look at how dazed he is, he's scared! He's definitely going to wet his pants!"

"Hurry up and do it! Don't forget who calls the shots here. Why waste time talking nonsense with him?"

To their surprise, the Asians did not panic and beg for mercy as they had expected.

Instead, he had a strange expression and slowly uttered two unfamiliar syllables.

“Sha-bi?”

Pedro was taken aback.

However, before he could react, Zhou Yi grabbed his wrist.

A piercing pain shot straight to my brain.

Immediately afterwards, the joint twisted outward, and the pistol flew out of his hand.

Pedro's mouth was slightly open, and his eyes still held a lingering sense of confusion.

Without pausing, Zhou Yi took the opportunity to step forward, grabbed his shoulder, and caught the fallen pistol, holding it in his palm.

boom!
The gun butt slammed heavily into Pedro's temple.

With a dull thud as bones struck, his body stiffened for a moment, his knees buckled, and he fell straight backward.

His hands fell limply to his sides, and he fainted.

The black man who had been shouting the loudest earlier was now filled with fear and tried to run away without a second thought.

"Get back here, don't fucking force me to shoot."

Zhou Yi shouted a curse, and a crisp metallic clang rang out in the night sky.

Unexpectedly, the Black people reacted even faster.

The instant he heard the bullet being chambered, he instinctively threw himself to the ground, covering his head with his hands.

"Boss, don't be impulsive. I'll do anything you ask."

Zhou Yi's prepared actions were interrupted, and he blinked awkwardly.

But in an instant, a bold idea popped into his head.

After all, it's impossible to work for someone else.

The gangsters coming to our doorstep are a golden opportunity to make money.

I'm an expert at robbery.

Suppressing the urge to fire, he turned to the black man, who was still frozen in place, and asked:
"what's your name?"

"Mama Koss".

The black man was now fully awake, and spoke in a trembling voice, his tone choked with sobs.

"What about him?"

"He called out."

"Thiago! Boss, my name is Thiago da Silva!"

Before Marcos could finish speaking, Thiago, who was lying on the ground, interrupted with a fawning eagerness.

His response was a sudden gunshot.

"boom!"

The bullet flew from the barrel of Zhou Yi's gun, grazing his cheek and leaving a burning mark near his ear.

Thiago's face was numb from the shock, his eardrums were ringing, and his skin began to sting.

The two of them screamed instinctively.

The piercing screams, mixed with the deafening music not far away, were instantly drowned out by the revelry of the crowd.

"Have you learned to shut up, you son of a bitch and idiot?"

Zhou Yi spoke again at the perfect moment, startling the two of them.

"Very good, hand over all the guns, and move slowly."

(End of this chapter)