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Chapter 100 Love Makes People Blinded
The two were forced to kneel on the ground, their hands tied behind their backs, and they were completely naked.

Zhou Yi closed the door and gently unlocked it.

The woman gritted her teeth, remaining silent and staring intently at the ceiling.

Yevgeny's eyes darted around, and he tried to speak several times, but swallowed his words when he caught sight of the woman beside him.

Zhou Yi didn't rush to ask any questions.

He dragged the sofa to sit directly in front of the two of them, remained silent for a moment, and then reached out and took off his hood.

"Now, we can begin to speak."

The woman finally looked up from the ceiling and onto his face.

For a moment, her pupils visibly contracted.

The woman instinctively turned her head to look at Yevgeny.

The two quickly exchanged a complicated expression.

“You are ‘Farhad’.” Her voice was hoarse. “I saw your picture not long ago, in the file.”

Zhou Yi did not deny it, but simply leaned back on the sofa with a calm gaze.

Yevgeny swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing slightly. "Listen, buddy, we're not enemies."

"That's too early to say," Zhou Yi replied casually.

“Name, organization, task, let’s start from the beginning.”

After a few seconds of silence, the woman spoke first: "My name is Lia, I'm from Mossad, and I was transferred to Kyiv three years ago as a cultural commissioner."

As for him

She looked at the man beside her, “Civilian officer, Department of External Security, Ministry of Defense of Ukraine.”

After he finished speaking, the room fell silent for a moment.

Zhou Yi was indeed stunned for a moment.

It's not because their identities are particularly remarkable.

Rather, they spoke too quickly, too directly, without resistance, ambiguity, or conditions.

Such unguarded frankness in this situation can only mean two things:

Either they've gone mad, or—they have ulterior motives.

Zhou Yi didn't say anything, but simply looked down, took out a cigarette from his pocket, and lit it.

Smoke spread throughout the room.

He leaned back on the sofa, looking down at the two of them.

The woman licked her chapped lips, her eyes remaining relatively calm, but her voice was low: "I know you have concerns."

"But what I'm saying is indeed the whole truth."

"Why should I believe it?" Zhou Yi exhaled a puff of smoke.

The woman did not answer, but instead turned to look at Yevgeny, as if asking for something.

Yevgeny nodded, but remained silent.

Finally, the woman lowered her head and sighed.

"You're right. No one will easily believe something unless the reason is strong enough."

She paused, as if organizing her thoughts, and then said with difficulty, "We... intend to leave this system."

"If you want to get away, why are you still here?" Zhou Yi asked, his tone unreadable.

"It's not that we're slow, it's that you came too fast."

Yevgeny's expression was bitter.

"The original plan was to start creating a death scene after the New Year, and then escape from here."

“But you barged in first,” the woman continued. “We had no choice; there was only one way left—”

"Use honesty to save your life."

"What's the reason? Don't tell me it's because of some bullshit love."

“Love is certainly not everything,” the woman said, tilting her head slightly, “but it certainly changes the way we see things.”

Her wrists were still tied behind her back, and she was completely naked, but she spoke without hesitation: "I'm pregnant, three months along."

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Awesome.

They dared to do it after only three months.

For a moment, Zhou Yi was genuinely shocked. Yevgeny, however, remained calm and continued to explain, "We've lived in this system for too long, and we know it will eventually devour everyone."

"So ever since I found out she was pregnant, I've been thinking..."

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"In short, now that things have come to this, we only ask that you give us a chance."

Zhou Yi had regained his composure and spoke slowly and deliberately:
"You say such sweet things, but I'm not really into romantic talk."

"I need something of value."

Hearing this, the woman breathed a slight sigh of relief and shifted her position with some effort.

“Our initial mission was to infiltrate Igor’s trade network, locate his illicit shipping nodes in the Black Sea region, and prepare for subsequent control and intervention.”

"Lavrentiev is one of them."

"But he went missing recently, and we suspect that your boss was behind it."

The woman smiled approvingly as she said this, "Very efficient and precise, we admire it very much."

Zhou Yi remained unmoved.

Seeing this, Yevgeny had no choice but to take over the conversation, trying to make himself sound more objective:
“A month ago, we received a new mission, a direct order from above.”

"We are required to shift our focus to another person while maintaining our observation of Igor."

"Boris Ivanovich Sergeyev".

“At first we thought it was a double check, but then we heard from our colleagues that the man had promised the country—or more accurately, certain factions within the national intelligence system—a deal that could ‘reshape the chessboard.’”

"What kind of deal?" Zhou Yi became interested.

"I'm sorry, we don't know. Our superiors declined to disclose that information."

"But since then, at least six teams of operatives have arrived in Sevastopol—"

"—From Tel Aviv."

Leah continued, her tone serious, "They're not ordinary liaison officers; they're the kind of rapid reaction personnel who only appear in sensitive war zones."

"At the same time, according to my informant, Boris also went there."

"Given the conflict between your boss and him, we reasonably speculate that something big is about to happen, which could even lead to a structural reorganization of the entire region."

"More importantly, we discovered that he had met with someone."

“A person who holds a very high position in the Igor system.”

"name."

"Mikhail Andreyevich Smirnov".

Upon hearing the name, Zhou Yi frowned and stubbed out his cigarette.

The woman thought he didn't believe her, so she quickly added:

“We can provide detailed evidence, mostly from informants.”

"Including Boris's entire contact history over the past few weeks, as well as the coordinates and deployment of his safe house in Sevastopol."

"His petty tricks were practically useless in the face of the state apparatus."

"You can take all the documents with you."

"If you are still not at ease, we can record a surrender statement now, detailing our identities and missions, as a guarantee."

"We are not your enemy, much less Igor's enemy."

"We just want to survive."

Zhou Yi stared at them for a few seconds. "Have these documents been submitted yet?"

Leah hesitated for a moment, then replied, "If you're referring to information about Boris, then yes, it's been reported and is being processed at each level."

"But, things related to Mikhail haven't been dealt with yet."

"Why?" Zhou Yi asked.

“Because the routine summary is sent every Sunday,” Leah said softly. “Today is only Friday.”

Upon hearing this, countless thoughts flashed through Zhou Yi's mind, and finally a smile appeared on his face.

If you're lucky.

The task will be completed soon.

He ran his fingers over the steel marks on the edge of the hammer and said, "Let's record a video first. Remember to say the statement I gave you."

(End of this chapter)