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Chapter 105 The Savior of Judaism
The headset was still beeping.

"Aitan, update."

"Alpha has lost contact."

"Echo team, do you confirm the clearing procedure?"

Zhou Yi pulled the earpiece from the corpse and listened quietly for a while.

Frequency hopping settings with mute threshold control.

The communications were handled well, but they clearly hadn't anticipated that their inside line would be monitored so quickly.

He ripped the PTT (Power Transmitter) remote from the shoulder strap, wrapped it around the headset cable, and stuffed it into his vest.

A burst of gunfire erupted not far away.

Igor's security system was not completely wiped out.

Zhou Yi reloaded the short-barreled gun, pulled the bolt, and walked towards the secondary stairwell at the end of the corridor.

That's a non-main passage, and combat teams usually don't prioritize sealing it off.

In the corner, a corpse lay face down, still clutching a rifle, its finger stiffly locked on the trigger.

Zhou Yi's body remained close to the wall, maintaining a five-point contact movement: boot, knee, elbow, hand, and shoulder.

At the end, a metallic clanging sound came, like a wire hook fastening into a door knocker, with a slight bounce.

It was a three-person team.

The two men were squatting by the door, one winding the wire and the other operating the detonation receiver.

The third person crouched down, with the butt of the rifle against his shoulder, and aimed at the boundary line.

Zhou Yi did not rush to fire. He quietly entered the gap in the equipment layer from the cleaning room on the left.

The overhead cable tray leading to the old manhole is a structural blind corner.

He gripped his gun, crouched down, and used the metal supports to climb into the gantry.

At this moment, the enemies below are about to be finished off.

Zhou Yi adjusted his breathing, shifted his weight forward, and extended his right arm downward.

The next instant, the bullet whistled past, hitting the left-hand team member in the back of the neck and piercing diagonally through the spine.

The man lost control and fell to the ground.

Almost at the same moment the firing began, the demolition crew paused and instinctively turned around.

However, before he could get up, he was shot in the head and fell backward.

The gatekeeper reacted the fastest, raising his gun, kneeling, and turning towards the overhead rack.

Just as he was about to lock on, Zhou Yi flipped over and landed on the other side, cutting along the wall and spitting out two short bursts of fire.

"boom!"

"boom!"

The other person convulsed a few times and lost consciousness.

In just five seconds, all three were dead.

The next moment, a new report came through the channel:
"Echo is out of contact, call connection dropped."

"It is recommended to start Firelight backup."

Immediately afterwards, another voice speaking at an extremely fast pace interrupted:

"The channel is suspected of being monitored. Delta team immediately switched to the Bravo band and remained silent for five minutes."

"Received, switch channels, execute."

Zhou Yi let out a soft breath.

These useless idiots finally realized what was happening.

Unfortunately, it's too late.

This layer is no longer safe.

Intermittent gunfire echoed through the atrium, indicating a clash between suppressive fire from the upper floors and attempts to break through breaches on the lower floors.

Both sides still have resources to spare.

The Israelis began to retreat, and Igor's security forces were forced to return to their posts, inevitably leaving gaps in the chaos of battle.

He cannot wait for those people to expose themselves.

Zhou Yi checked the magazine again and went to the main hall on the second floor.

That area was the hardest hit, with chandeliers shattered.

Corpses littered the ground, champagne and blood mingled together, a scene resembling hell.

Zhou Yi slipped in from behind the curtain, her footsteps extremely light.

He wasn't searching for enemies, but for someone—someone who wasn't dead yet and could still speak.

Around the corner, a security guard lay against the wall, shot in the abdomen, his eyes wide open, his expression one of pain.

He had just tried to raise his hand to fire when Zhou Yi stepped on his arm.

"Where is Igor?" Zhou Yi asked in a low voice.

The man gritted his teeth and didn't reply.

Zhou Yi sighed and took off his mask. The other person's pupils contracted slightly, and their breathing became rapid.

"How...how did you get here? It's you! You betrayed us—"

Before he could finish speaking, the gun was shoved directly into his mouth.

“Say it,” Zhou Yi said calmly, as if stating a fact rather than threatening, “or I’ll skin you alive right now.”

Thanks to the reputations of Kherson and Nikolayev, the man immediately believed them upon hearing this.

His eyes were filled with terror, and though he had a gun barrel in his mouth, he dared not utter a single word:

"On the third floor, near the electrical department... I don't know the specifics, but he's definitely being protected."

Zhou Yi drew his gun and nodded.

"Thank you."

"Wait--"

"boom!"

Zhou Yi squatted on the ground and thought for a while, but still didn't put on the mask again.

From now on, there's no need to hide your identity.

The most important thing is to find Igor.

After all, his life or death is crucial to whether the subsequent plans can proceed smoothly.

Zhou Yi stood up, changed the magazine, and moved along the service pipe toward the third-floor auxiliary elevator.

The path is extremely narrow, with bare cables at the top.

The maintenance door at the end had been damaged once; the explosive point was at the lower hinge, allowing for quick passage.

But at this moment, the door was locked from the inside again, indicating that someone had closed it again after cleaning, attempting to completely isolate this passage.

He leaned closer, held his breath for ten seconds, and heard faint sounds coming from inside.

It was the light rubbing and friction of special operations boots on a plastic floor.

Zhou Yi quickly returned to the hanging corridor above the auxiliary elevator and crawled into the cavity between the heating maintenance pipelines.

It was an old ventilation duct left over from a Soviet-style building, with a height of nearly 90 centimeters.

He crawled on his knees and elbows onto the ceiling beam, deliberately avoiding the loose aluminum strips and intersections to prevent structural vibrations.

Finally, Zhou Yi stopped in front of a crack and looked down.

Lights flicker.

The enemy, in a six-man formation, slowly advanced along the corridor.

The leader had a large infrared thermal imaging module hanging on his shoulder, scanning along the wall.

Two people remained behind to keep watch.

This is not a routine blind spot investigation.

They have most likely already obtained some information, whether through interrogation security or by intercepting leaked short-range communication signals.

Igor is very likely hiding not far away.

Just then, the operator suddenly stopped.

There was an interface sealed off by lead plates and concrete structure.

The man looked at the screen and muttered something under his breath.

The men beside him immediately tightened their formation, and both sides began reloading, switching their rifles to single-fire mode.

The man at the back of the line untied his bag and pulled out a pre-pressed explosive cord, clearly preparing to detonate it near the door.

It's now.

No one looked up when the ventilation grille was lifted.

A moment later, Zhou Yi jumped down, the sound of his landing mostly drowned out by the roar of the explosion.

Instead of firing, he took a half-step to the side and pressed himself into the recess of the empty electrical box embedded in the left wall.

At this point, one of them realized something was wrong.

As soon as he turned his head, the bullet grazed his jaw and pierced his collarbone.

The passageway was too narrow, and the remaining few people originally planned to spread out crossfire from the front and back, but at this moment their formation was in disarray and their firing lines were blocked from each other.

Then, it was all too late.

Blood splattered on the wall, spreading out in large patches.

Zhou Yi stood still, the buzzing in his ears still lingering.

A thin line of blood trickled down his brow bone from the scraped temple, but it froze after a few seconds.

He looked up at the "door" that had been blasted open.

There was no sound coming from inside.

It was as if there was no one there.

But he knew that Igor was still inside.

(End of this chapter)