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Chapter 140 Land of Hope
Upon hearing this absurd question, the man was stunned for a long time before bursting into anger.

However, before he could even throw a punch, a black-painted rifle appeared out of thin air in Zhou Yi's hand.

The bolt vibrated, and the bullet grazed past.

"clatter!"

The man's chest caved in, and his body lurched backward, knocking over two of his companions nearby.

In an instant, the cell erupted in commotion.

There was no hesitation.

Zhou Yi took a half step forward with his left foot, lowered his center of gravity, and pressed the rifle handguard against his shoulder, firing a precise burst.

"Da da—da!"

"Da da—da!"

"Da da—da!"

His chest and back were torn open by a hail of bullets, his ribs broke, and fragments of tissue and blood gushed out.

Rows of corpses lay on the ground, their limbs overlapping and intertwined.

Further away, several people were trying to hide in a corner.

But in the next instant, he was pierced by a bullet.

His neck exploded one after another.

Under arterial hypertension, scalding dark red liquid gushed out, splashing onto the rusted cement wall.

Only now did the bald policeman finally snap out of his daze.

Staring at the hellish scene before him, he frantically got up from his chair and drew his gun.

The radio on the belt was simultaneously knocked to the ground.

With a piercing noise, Zhou Yi twisted his shoulder and turned his body, instantly completing the aim.

Immediately afterwards, he pulled the trigger almost without hesitation.

"clatter!"

The titanium alloy rifle bullet core penetrated the skull, exploding into a cloud of mist at the back of the head.

The man released the pistol weakly.

He slumped onto the duty table, knocking over half of the file folder and pen holder.

The three survivors froze in shock.

He stood there, motionless, seemingly utterly terrified.

The air was filled with a strong stench of blood.

Zhou Yi held the gun in one hand and slowly moved forward.

"What year is it?" he asked calmly.

The man with a thick beard opened and closed his mouth, his nostrils flaring with each heavy breathing.

The next second, a flash of fire.

"clatter!"

The bullet hit him right between the eyebrows.

He was pulled back half a step by the force of the movement and crashed into the railing.

A snapping sound is heard when the neck bone breaks.

The skinny guy on the right noticed Zhou Yi's gaze sweep over him, and his knees buckled, causing him to fall to his knees with a thud.

"2028! 2028! October 21st!"

"Please! Today is October 21st!!!"

He shouted it out with all his might.

Zhou Yi nodded slightly. "Thank you."

Then, tighten your knuckles.

"clatter!"

At the same time, static crackled through the radio.

"Shooting detected. Location unknown"

"This could be an emergency. All units must immediately go on alert. Repeat, immediately go on alert."

At this point, the last person could no longer bear it, and a wail like a broken bellows came from his throat, saliva mixed with tears streaming down his face.

"Please, God!"

"don't want--"

"clatter!"

His pleas for mercy were interrupted by gunfire.

The man convulsed for a moment, then fell silent.

Without the slightest hesitation, Zhou Yi lowered the muzzle of the gun, adjusted the angle, and pulled the trigger.

The bullet pierced the brass lock cylinder on the door.

Debris scattered everywhere.

Heavy footsteps echoed down the corridor.

Outside, two police officers, guns drawn, cautiously advanced along the wall.

A standard offensive unit.

One person crouches forward to provide cover, while the other follows up at a slightly higher position.

Unfortunately, I didn't get a chance to show my skills.

"Da-da!"

Two short bursts.

In an instant, the body fell to the ground.

An anxious shout came over the radio.

More people rushed towards this location. Zhou Yi moved swiftly, cutting to the side to avoid the direction directly opposite the prison door.

At the corner, the first two police officers had just peeked out, but had not yet made a move.

The rifles had already arrived—

The man on the left was shocked and tried to retreat, but a bullet pierced his knee.

He screamed and rolled over, the pistol sliding two meters away.

The officers behind them reflexively raised their riot shields, shouting with bloodshot eyes:

"Officer down! Cover!"

Before the words had even faded, Zhou Yi adjusted his stance and fired continuously.

"clatter!"

The shield has a depression in the center.

The second shot pierced the lower edge, penetrating the man's ankle.

The excruciating pain caused him to lose his balance, and a gap was torn in his defenses.

The second gunman's expression changed drastically as he tried to find a firing angle in the narrow passage.

too slow.

Zhou Yi pressed forward, his knee slamming into the joint of the nearest person.

As the figure staggered, Zhou Yi fired two more shots, piercing the neck.

At that moment, the last officer to arrive turned and tried to run away, praying that the man hadn't seen him.

However, the hope was dashed.

Zhou Yi maintained his shooting rhythm while moving.

A precise shot, hitting the back.

The body slumped against the safety door and slid down silently.

In just twelve seconds.

Six men were killed.

There was no one left alive in the police station.

Only the dispatch center is still anxiously making calls:

"Unit 21 out of contact! Suspected armed attack!"

"Request all patrol teams to proceed immediately to the Central District prison! Repeat, the Central District prison has been attacked!"

Zhou Yi remained expressionless, retracted the rifle into the system, and bent down to pick up the pistol that had been discarded on the ground.

He quickly pulled back the slide, checked the chamber, and switched to holding it in his right hand.

At the far end, the door to the technical office was ajar.

Zhou Yi gently pushed it aside with the tip of his boot, pointing the gun at various blind spots in the room.

After confirming that there was no threat, he slipped inside and locked the door behind him.

The curtains were drawn inside, the lighting was dim, and only a few old computer screens emitted a pale fluorescent glow.

Zhou Yi's gaze swept across the room and quickly locked onto a gray host unit with a "CENTRAL DVR" label.

He strode forward, pulled with his left hand to cut off the power cord, and then lifted the cover.

Two 3.5-inch hard drives are embedded in the bracket.

Zhou Yi unplugged the data cable, pressed the pistol against the center, and fired several shots in quick succession.

The bullet pierced through, sending carbon powder and fragments flying.

Try to eliminate the possibility of it being repaired later.

Zhou Yi looked around again and then went to the electrical distribution box.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Three shots in a row blew up the power supply line.

Sparks and a burnt smell quickly spread, and the camera indicator light went out.

The police station went completely dark.

After doing all that, Zhou Yi reached into his pocket and found a flattened box of Marlboro cigarettes inside his coat.

He flicked his fingertip and pulled out a cigarette.

He put the cigarette in his mouth, tilted his head slightly, and pressed the lighter.

Nicotine enters the lungs smoothly.

Zhou Yi closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and then pushed open the emergency exit located in the corner.

A cool autumn breeze blew by, lifting the hem of my clothes.

Outside the gate was an empty parking lot with a few old SUVs parked in the distance.

Night falls.

Only a sliver of blood-red afterglow remained on the horizon.

Zhou Yi, with a cigarette dangling from his lips, squinted his eyes.

The faint sound of police sirens could be heard.

They are probably combat units that came to provide support.

Is this what the world will be like fifteen years from now?
There are too many factors that can be utilized.

media.

Abuse of executive orders.

Political polarization is intensifying.

And the mobilized crowds.

It truly is a "land of hope" as promised.

Thinking this, Zhou Yi lowered his head slightly, took a step, and silently blended into the cold and vast night.

(End of this chapter)