Starting from South America, speeding through the world

Chapter 139 United States

Name: Zhou Yi

【Sex: Male】

Special items: Handgun, Credit Card, TAC-50, W54, TACIT BLUE, HK G95A1

[World Code: PA-93736]

[Official Mission: To bring about the end of the United States of America]

[Note: We wish you good luck in securing a legally recognized document that is accepted by the international community.]

[Official Mission Duration: 120 days]

[Official mission activated]

[Countdown: 2879:59:59]

When Zhou Yi opened his eyes, his nasal cavity was instantly filled with a strong smell of sweat.

Looking around, I realized I was in a detention cell, leaning against the corner of the wall.

The space was smaller than a typical garage, yet it crammed in about twenty people.

Most of them were white men.

His skin was sunburned and his face was covered in stubble.

They wore clothing printed with slogans such as "Militia Constitution" and "1776, do it again".

The collar was soaked with sweat, and the edges were curled up.

At that moment, they were cursing wildly outside.

The wave of cheers grew louder and louder.

Fuck your mother's dog!

"Bring out the masked one! We want to see him!"

"Come any closer and I'll kill you!"

The iron railings were rattled and clanged by the group of burly men.

One of the metal rods had even been pried so hard that it was slightly deformed.

Fortunately, the group was so focused on expressing their anger that they completely failed to notice the new face in the room.

Zhou Yi surveyed the familiar chaos and finally realized where he was.

United States.

Most likely in the south.

I just don't know at what point in time.

After all, it's rare to see so many crazy rednecks appearing at the same time in the real world.

Just then, a soft whisper reached my ear—

"Hey, hey, come here, come over here."

Zhou Yi looked in the direction of the sound.

On the other side of the railing, a woman with delicate features and brown hair was handcuffed to a base with metal handcuffs.

She had to kneel or squat, her knees almost touching the cold ground.

When the woman saw him looking over, she nodded encouragingly, gesturing for him to come closer.
"Yes, it's you. Come here quickly."

Zhou Yi remained silent for a few seconds, then silently moved to the railing from behind the two roaring men.

The woman smiled at him and asked curiously, "How did you get in? I've never noticed you before."

"You didn't look carefully," Zhou Yi said casually.

"Darling, please don't lie to me." The woman winked, a hint of teasing in her eyes.

"Your attire doesn't look like you're here to attend a rally."

She paused for a moment, then continued, "Wearing a down jacket in 73-degree weather, are you afraid of getting cold?"

Zhou Yi shrugged: "And what about you? You don't seem like the kind of woman who would want to hang out with them."

"Which kind?" the woman retorted, "The kind who wears a Stars and Stripes bikini and holds a 'Save the Children' sign?"

As she spoke, she tilted her head slightly, gesturing to the plastic name tag pinned to her right breast.

CNN Live Reporter – Natalie Watts

Blue background with white lettering.

The edges and corners are damaged.

It gleamed under the light.

"The arrested journalists?" Zhou Yi asked calmly. "Isn't freedom of the press your privilege?"

The woman sensed the sarcasm in his words and laughed along.
"Come on, buddy, are you still living in the last century?"

She shook her handcuffed wrists, causing the chains to jingle.

"Since McCann took office in 1924, there has been no freedom whatsoever."

"Initially, it was the media that brought this upon themselves."

"One 'treason' on the left, one 'fake news' on the right, in the end, everyone hates him."

"So, when something actually happens—"

The woman made an explosion gesture: "Bang, you reap what you sow."

Zhou Yi remained silent.

But deep down, I knew. Well, two or four years from now.

Future timeline.

The future looks incredibly bright!

When the other person ignores her, the woman's urge to confide in them only intensifies.
"Are you new here? From the west? From the north?"

"Virginia? Maryland? Or damn Washington?"

Zhou Yi shook his head: "Neither."

"Don't be so wary, I'm not an official spy."

"Because officials will never chat with you."

What would the officials do?

"We'll sign the executive order," the woman said seriously. "A total of 773 articles."

Just then, a policeman in a brown uniform with a shiny shaved head walked over.

“Ms. Watts?” he said dryly.

Upon hearing this, the woman raised her head, a few strands of sweat-dampened hair falling down her forehead: "It's me, what's wrong?"

The policeman didn't say anything, but bent down, took out his key, and fiddled with the latch under the railing for a few seconds.

With a "click," the handcuffs were released.

The metal struck the ground with a crisp sound.

"you can go now."

The woman flexed her wrists as she stood up and patted the dust off her trouser legs.

She eagerly took two steps outside, but then suddenly stopped.

Then, he glanced back at Zhou Yi.

A few seconds later, the woman took a deep breath, as if she had made up her mind, and squatted back down.

Zhou Yi looked directly at her, his expression as calm as ever.

“Listen, if you can be released by tomorrow morning, come here to me.”

As the woman spoke, she quickly pulled a piece of paper from her pocket and stuffed it into Zhou Yi's palm.

An address was written above:

——502 W Hajit St Apt. 303
——Raleigh North Carolina
"What is this for?"

"I wanted to interview you because I was curious."

"Of course, the compensation is substantial."

After the woman finished speaking, she leaned even closer and whispered an additional sentence in an almost inaudible voice:
"To be honest, I've seen the way you made your entrance."

"I have to say, it's very mysterious."

As soon as she finished speaking, she stood up again, dusted herself off, and walked out without looking back.

Zhou Yi frowned, preparing to take action.

Sudden--

"Hey, where did this yellow-skinned cat come from?"

A jarring question suddenly rang out.

Zhou Yi put the piece of paper into his pocket and looked up.

Several men were crowding towards him, sweat dripping down their necks.

The leader was not tall, but he was very strong.

He was wearing a faded "NEW SONS OF LIBERTY" T-shirt.

On his chest was a tattered image of the Liberty Bell.

"Listen, C****."

He grinned, revealing two yellowed front teeth.

"This place isn't for you."

"we don't share land like your fucking kind.[1]"

The surrounding noise had subsided at some point.

Everyone stopped what they were doing and turned their attention to this place.

His expression was filled with undisguised malice.

Zhou Yi ignored him.

Instead, he slowly turned his head and glanced outside.

The bald policeman remained seated in his chair, arms crossed, leaning lazily against the wall.

His eyelids drooped, as if he was completely unaware of what was happening here.

Seeing this, Zhou Yi also grinned.

Then he spoke, facing the man's increasingly ferocious gaze.

The volume wasn't loud, but it was loud enough for everyone to hear clearly.
"Before we begin, I have one last question—what year is it?"

　[1] Adapted from Huangshi Dialogue

　　[2] Parallel/future worlds, which have no relation to the present/past time, place, people, or political structure.
　　
　
(End of this chapter)