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Chapter 109 Knock

Chapter 109 Knock
6:47 PM.

Less than 23 hours before the Kamenay station was closed.

The grey-silver Volga drove into the underground parking garage.

The engine stalled.

The figure in the driver's seat pulled up a black mask, then pushed open the door and got out of the car.

Zhou Yi tucked his pistol behind his waist, his black coat almost blending into the shadows.

A layer of white frost had formed on the roof of the car, and the breath exhaled quickly dissipated into the air.

He went around to the trunk, pulled open the cover, and pulled out a triangular dagger from the bottom, holding it in his hand.

Firearms should not be used first—this operation should be kept as concealed as possible.

Boris would be a good starting point if we wanted to find Mikhail before Igor could make a move.

He has already checked the three safe houses that the Israeli woman offered.

Two are in the suburbs, and one is hidden in the backyard of an abandoned cement factory.

Unfortunately, I wasn't very lucky and there was no one around.

Hopefully I'll guess right this time.

This apartment building is located on North Street of the Old Shipyard in Sevastopol and was originally built as residences for officers and engineers of the Black Sea Fleet.

Now it appears to have been included in the municipal renovation project, with the exterior walls repainted and a brand-new sign hanging on it.

But the building itself hasn't changed much.

The corridor has a symmetrical layout along the central axis, with two stairwells and three households on each side.

Boris's safe house is on the tenth floor and is nominally owned by a trading company registered in Moldova.

Zhou Yi walked through the garage and went around into the fire escape.

The camera is mounted on the ceiling, the red light is off, and there is no power.

He took out a modified test pen and inserted the tip into the wiring hole of the old-fashioned magnetic lock.

After the sparks flew, the door opened.

The walls on both sides are covered with aluminum plate advertisements with words such as "water pipe renovation" and "bathroom sample exhibition".

Zhou Yi walked up the steps, his footsteps very light and almost silent.

He stopped just as he was about to reach his target floor.

A sound came from not far away, like leather shoes rubbing against an old wooden floor.

It seems someone is walking this way, humming a tune.

Zhou Yi waited patiently.

When the other party passes by, deliberately make a soft sound.

The other person subconsciously looked up.

The next second, the door was pushed open.

One hand gripped his collar tightly, and the military dagger cleanly and swiftly sliced across his neck.

There was no panting, no struggling, not even a sound could be uttered.

His eyes were wide open, and blood gushed from the ruptured artery, splattering onto his clothes.

Zhou Yi slowly released his grip and gently placed the body on the ground.
We've finally found the right place.

At the end of the corridor, a bodyguard in plain clothes was dozing off on a sofa.

His coat was open, his belly rose and fell with his breath, and a pistol was pressed against his side, completely unprepared.

Zhou Yi didn't say anything, but quickly walked closer and went around to his back.

The man was startled awake by the footsteps and was about to turn around when he was grabbed by the shoulder.

Immediately afterwards, the tip of the knife was inserted diagonally from behind the ear, sliding in along the occipital bone.

After a brief spasm, the man went completely limp and remained motionless.

Zhou Yi crouched down and reached into the corpse's waist to pull out a bunch of polished keys.

The apartment building didn't have a doorbell; it only had an old-fashioned brass handle.

Solid lock cylinder with additional safety bolt.

A faint radio noise came through, low-frequency and intermittent.

Great, it makes infiltration easy.

Insert the key and turn it half a turn.

Zhou Yi gripped the doorknob with his left hand and tightened his grip on the military dagger with his right, then quickly pushed the door open and entered.

The room was dimly lit, with only a chandelier illuminating half of it.

The curtains were half-drawn, and outside was the gray sky of Sevastopol.

A bodyguard sat with his back to the door, holding a radio tuner in his hand, his back slightly hunched, completely unaware of the person behind him.

On the left side of the living room, two men in suits were looking through a stack of faxes around the coffee table, their brows furrowed.

The ashtray was overflowing, and two pistols lay on a newspaper a short distance away.

The bodyguard was the first to die; he collapsed onto the table before he could even shout.

The chair made a screeching dragging sound as it swayed backward.

The two people by the sofa froze for half a second, then reached out to grab the gun.

But Zhou Yi was faster than them.

He drew a silenced pistol from behind his waist, placed his left hand on the wall, and extended his right arm horizontally.

“Puff—puff.”

Two gunshots rang out. The two men fell to the ground almost simultaneously.

The bullet casing hit the ground and rolled into the corner of the carpet.

Boris suddenly looked up.

That wasn't the explosion of fireworks, nor was it any noise from downstairs.

It was right outside, no more than fifteen meters from his room.

He instinctively stood up, pulled out a pistol from the table, cocked it, and turned to press the button under the table.

"Stepan?"

Boris shouted.

no respond.

"Artyom?"

Still dead silent.

Boris's expression gradually changed.

He turned to look at the floor-to-ceiling window.

The outside is the tenth floor; jumping down from there would be certain death.

Looking at the bookshelves, cabinets, and balcony, there wasn't even a place to hide.

"Damn it," Boris muttered under his breath, sweat beading on his forehead.

Was it Igor's men? No, they moved too fast.

Those were Israelis? Impossible, I've already fooled them for now.

Who is that?
Boris's breathing became rapid. He gripped his gun and approached the door, trying to lock it from the inside, only to find that the latch mechanism could not be closed from the inside.

Damn old house.

Nevertheless, he placed his hand on the doorknob, attempting to prevent the intruder from entering.

at this time--

"Boom, boom, boom."

There's a knock on the door.

Short, rhythmic, each beat occurring precisely at the exact moment his heart began to beat.

Boris stood there, stunned, his face pale.

The next second, a deep voice came from outside.

Calm tone, playful attitude:

—"Knock Knock".

--"who?"

"Your men are all dead."