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Chapter 102 Infiltration Transformation

Zhou Yi nodded, then asked, "Did his family leave a few days ago?"

"Four days ago, in the morning, we took them to the temporary landing point in Izmail on a private plane to Vienna."

How do you know these details?

“His wife personally explained to me the exit and customs procedures. She was very clear about the route and formalities, as if she had planned it all out in advance.”

"Are you in a hurry?"

"It was quite urgent. Less than two days after receiving the notice, everyone was mobilized, the house was quickly emptied, and the people were put on the bus."

“His wife remained calm, did not cry, and did not say anything unnecessary, so I think she probably knew all along that she was going to leave.”

Do the children know?

The man hesitated for a moment, then said in a low voice, "I don't know. The older one is debating whether to bring his homework, and the younger one is asking if we're going skiing in the Alps."

"How many people are there in this area?" Zhou Yi asked finally.

Sensing the murderous intent hidden in his words, the man's expression instantly changed. He shook his head desperately, his voice tinged with a near-desperate plea:
"Don't kill me, please. If you do it now, they'll find my body and immediately notify the boss, and then he'll know everything."

"I won't tell anyone, I swear, I don't even know what you look like, I really can shut up."

Zhou Yi pulled off his mask and repeated the question: "How many people?"

The man's lips trembled slightly.

"Fifteen, including me."

"Where?"

"Seven are patrolling outside, two are in the garage, one is a lookout post on the back hill, and four more are patrolling near the main building."

Upon hearing this, Zhou Yi sighed.

"Feel sorry."

As he spoke, he suddenly bent down.

He locked his right arm and suddenly exerted force with his left hand.

"Click."

With a crisp crack, the man's body went limp.

Zhou Yi removed the walkie-talkie from the body, then dragged the corpse under the desk and hid it.

Next, he picked up the AKS-74U short assault rifle that was placed to the side and checked the magazine—it was full.

After doing all this, Zhou Yi adjusted the channel and pressed the button on the walkie-talkie:
"Attention all units, the boss has made a last-minute change to the plan."

"Order all personnel to assemble in the building and wait in the lobby on the first floor."

"Repeat: Guards withdraw, communications suspended, all personnel enter the building without hesitation."

Due to the limitations of technology at the time, radio communication equipment in the early 1990s was not yet fully digitized.

The signal is compressed and amplified during transmission, and when it finally arrives at the portable terminal, it is almost impossible to identify the identity by the timbre.

Zhou Yi knew this, which was precisely why he dared to speak up.

As long as the instructions are clear and the channel is correct, no one will dare to doubt it.

Sure enough, within seconds, a short reply came from the walkie-talkie.

"Received from the east side post."

"clear."

"The courtyard group is setting off."

"The outer perimeter has been cleared of sentry posts, and we expect to arrive at the main building within three minutes."

Zhou Yi put the walkie-talkie into his bag and then retreated from the room to the corner behind the stairwell.

Everything is ready. All that's left to do are two things: adjust your breathing and wait.

The villa fell silent.

Half a minute later, the door was pushed open, and leather boots stomped on the wooden floor, their footsteps disordered.

The first group consisted of three people who were on duty nearby. They appeared relaxed and did not notice anything unusual.

They muttered to themselves as they walked toward the center of the hall.

The second group arrived almost simultaneously; they were the guards on the outer corridor, carrying rifles.

One of them turned around and glanced outside. "Why isn't the captain here?"

"They're probably still on the phone," another replied. "Hurry up, finish lining up before you go back."

At this moment, nine people had gathered in the center of the hall.

After a while, several more people entered from the west side in groups.

"What's going on? Didn't the boss say he wouldn't be here today?"

"Who knows? Anyway, it was just as sudden last time." Zhou Yi hid in the shadows of the upper platform.

The crowd below was lined up facing the door, and no one noticed that behind the gray pillar above their heads, someone was quietly adjusting the angle of their shot.

There are three more.

The door was pushed open, and the last few people walked in unison into the center of the hall.

"They're all here," one of them whispered. "Just wait."

at this time--

Zhou Yi fired the shot.

There was no shouting, no hesitation.

Only bullets whizzed past.

"Snapped!"

One of the rear guards was shot in the skull and fell to the ground immediately.

Immediately afterwards, the short-barreled rifle fired in bursts of three shots at a time, accurately piercing the second man's shoulder and lung.

The people in the hall reacted quickly.

The three security guards, all veterans, immediately crouched down and drew their guns, trying to locate the source of the fire.

The remaining people attempted to evacuate in different directions, forming a line of cover.

But they ran out of time.

The villa's lobby is spacious, with a central reception area shaped like the Chinese character "回" (hui).

A few sofas and glass tables are only enough to block the view, but they can't stop bullets at all.

"Upstairs! The highest point—!" someone shouted.

Zhou Yi looked down from the second-floor corridor, changing positions while steadily and accurately firing shots.

Several enemies who tried to create distance exploded in a cloud of blood from their chests and slid down the wall.

Screams, gasps, and hurried footsteps mingled and echoed in the space.

"He's here—!"

"Thud!" Another shot pierced through the chest cavity from above, and the body fell to the ground with a dull thud.

Someone tried to retaliate, but as soon as he leaned out, he was shot and rolled away.

In the chaos, the last person, suppressing his fear, suddenly leaped out of the hall, smashed open the side door, and rushed into the courtyard.

He dropped the rifle, only a few words on his mind:
run!
Live!
Staggering, I rushed across the grass, down the path, and into the shadows by the courtyard wall.

Zhou Yi did not chase after them.

He stood calmly under the porch, steadyed his breathing, and raised his hand to aim.

"boom--"

There was a muffled sound.

The person in the distance paused, and a dark red explosion erupted from their back.

In an instant, he collapsed to the ground, convulsed a few times, and then fell silent.

A gentle breeze brushed past my ear.

The leaves rustled, and sunlight slanted down through the gaps in the building.

Zhou Yi opened his shirt pocket, took out a cigarette, put it in his mouth, and lit it with a snap.

A flash of light, the smoke swallowed, then slowly exhaled.

He glanced down at the corpse lying at his feet and wiped the blood off the soles of his boots with his clothes.

Then, he turned around and walked down the stone steps.

At the main gate of the manor, the black iron gate was ajar, swaying gently in the wind and creaking.

Zhou Yi casually stubbed out his cigarette, walked slowly through the door, and didn't look back.

The car is still parked at the foot of the mountain.

He walked to the car, opened the door, threw his backpack into the passenger seat, got in, started the engine, shifted gears, and stepped on the gas.

Yevpatoria.

It's about an hour's drive from here.

Mikhail is there, waiting for some kind of "New Year's miracle" that belongs to him.

Zhou Yi had no intention of celebrating with him.

Because in twenty-eight hours, I will give everyone a big gift.

(End of this chapter)