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Chapter 110 It's a pity you're not
The room was dimly lit.

The curtains were drawn tightly shut.

The fax machine stopped, the radio went offline, and not a breath of wind could get in.

Only the hands of the clock were ticking away.

Boris was tied to a chair with his hands behind his back and his ankles bound with rope.

He had a scratch on his face, his left eye was swollen and red, and blood was seeping from the corner of his mouth.

He looked as if he had just crawled out of the rubble and then been pushed into the water for a bath.

Zhou Yi sat opposite him, toying with a triangular dagger in his hand.

The tip of the knife occasionally touched the table, making a few soft sounds.

After a long pause, Boris finally couldn't help but speak up: "Do you know what you're doing?"

Zhou Yi didn't look at him directly. She took out a cigarette from her pocket, lit it, took a deep drag, and then said:

"of course."

“Your men are all dead, and I’m not here to deliver a court summons.”

Boris gritted his teeth and remained silent.

Zhou Yi flicked off his cigarette ash before beginning his question:
“Tell me, Boris, what exactly are you and your little Israeli conspiracy plotting?”

Boris's eyes were fixed on the floor, and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly.

"Who do you think you are?" he whispered. "CIA? SBU? Or some KGB scum?"

Zhou Yi placed the cigarette horizontally on the edge of the ashtray and rolled his eyes:
"Stop talking nonsense, I'm not here to listen to your bragging."

As he spoke, he pulled out a piece of white paper, spread it out on the table, and then took out a ballpoint pen.

"We can make it simpler."

"I ask, you answer."

"How about it?"

Boris looked resentful and venomous, and after letting out two cold laughs, he remained silent.

Zhou Yi sighed, stood up, walked up to him, and looked down at Boris.

“Do you know how long I’ve been doing this?” he suddenly said.

"Including the time spent on side jobs, it must have taken more than ten years."

"The number of people dealt with during this period is at least in the triple digits."

"And the number of people who were actually interrogated was no less than fifty."

"Of course, I'm not proud of it."

"At first, I hated these extremely bloody things."

"I often think, since we all have to give an explanation in the end, why not choose to cooperate from the beginning?"

"Later, something happened that made me realize that even in this era, not everyone values ​​their life that much."

"I'm telling you this not to tell a story."

"The question should be—"

Do you know what a tough nut to crack is?

Boris didn't move, but his eyes clearly began to show signs of panic.

Zhou Yi remained calm and continued in a nonchalant tone:
"They have several things in common—"

"First, they don't look at you. They look at the ceiling, the floor, the corners, the light and shadow, the cracks, anything that can distract them. Because in their training, you are not a person, but a process that must be followed."

"Second, they won't lie directly. They'll say vague nonsense that sounds like an answer but actually says nothing. Because they know that admitting anything is tantamount to giving their opponents a starting point to build a complete picture."

"Third, and most troublesome, they have psychological anchors: religion, vows, feelings of loss, hatred, guilt. Those things aren't trained; they're ingrained in their bones."

"But even so, most people will eventually cooperate—thanks to modern technology."

"It's a pity you're not one of them."

"You're not the kind of person who would die for anyone."

On the contrary, you crave to live more than anyone else.

"More importantly, you're afraid of pain."

As soon as he finished speaking, Boris abruptly raised his head.

He tried to grit his teeth to calm himself down, but the uncontrollable trembling of his shoulders betrayed him.

Zhou Yi smiled and asked again:

"Don't waste time, Boris. Tell me, what have you promised the Israelites?"

The room was quiet for a while.

Finally, Boris spoke.

“Three bullets,” he said quickly, as if afraid he would regret it.

Zhou Yi didn't move.

"What kind of warhead?" "Nuclear."

"You mean the nuclear warheads left behind by the Soviet Union?"

Boris did not answer, but his silence was tantamount to an admission.

"Where did you get it?"

“It wasn’t me,” Boris said, his words seemingly forced out through clenched teeth. “It was Mikhail.”

"He got three from Igor."

"The item is still with him."

Zhou Yi was stunned for a moment.

No wonder Igor looked like he'd eaten shit when he received that phone call.

Even Alexei's death didn't make him lose his composure like that.

So this is where the problem lies.

damn it.

God-given opportunity.

I had originally planned to get one while things were in chaos.

But now that this has happened, it would be a shame if we couldn't take advantage of the situation and snag a dozen or so, thus failing to fulfill the system's mission.

Zhou Yi coughed lightly to cover up his previous silence and continued, "And the buyer you've agreed to is Tel Aviv."

Boris, completely unaware of Zhou Yi's thoughts, readily admitted, "It's not us, it's me."

"Tel Aviv was unaware of Mikhail's existence."

"The original agreement was that I would help him kill Igor, and he would hand over the items to me."

"But the plan has changed."

He quickly glanced at Zhou Yi, then lowered his head again.

Upon hearing this, Zhou Yi smiled and finished his sentence for him.

"But the plans have changed—"

"Igor is not dead."

"The Israelites were all wiped out."

“You lost the most miserably, while Mikhail has gone into hiding.”

With that, he turned back to the table and picked up the blank sheet of paper he had been holding.

"So, are you interested in taking one last gamble?"

Boris blinked. "What do you mean?"

“What I mean is, you’re dead, but Mikhail is still alive.”

"What a pity. If he had continued to hide with the nuclear warhead, he might have been able to turn the tide one day."

"Help me find him, and I promise I'll send him to hell to keep you company soon."

"How about it?"

Upon hearing the man explicitly state that he was "doomed," Boris turned pale instantly.

He wanted to speak, but couldn't make a sound immediately.

Fear finally surfaced from the depths of my heart.

It's no longer a feigned anger, sarcasm, or disdain.

Rather, it is a kind of utter, naked terror that truly belongs to the dying.

For a moment, Boris tried to regain some composure, but ultimately failed.

"You...you want to kill me, and you still want me...to help you?" His Adam's apple bobbed with difficulty.

His words were tinged with unbelievable despair.

“It’s not about helping me,” Zhou Yi shrugged. “It’s about helping yourself.”

"He lied to you without paying any price."

"This deal is a great deal, think about it carefully."

Boris's expression changed repeatedly, and for a moment he looked extremely ferocious.

A dozen seconds later, he let out a long breath.

"Okay, I accept."

Zhou Yi clapped his hands and said with satisfaction, "A wise choice."

"First, give me his contact information."

"Second, tell the Israelis that you are meeting with them now. Say that it is about the situation of nuclear warheads."

(End of this chapter)