Starting from South America, speeding through the world

Chapter 141 XP
Zhou Yi sat in the car, his left hand resting on the steering wheel, unconsciously tapping the faded leather.

A nearly burnt-out cigarette was held between his fingers, gleaming with a faint red light.

Not far away, the old-fashioned brick building at 502 Hajit Street stands in the night.

The dilapidated streetlights on both sides of the street cast dappled shadows, scattered haphazardly on the ground.

A few dilapidated cars were parked sparsely along the roadside.

Occasionally, a gust of wind would rustle the lid of the trash can, making a series of noises.

Apart from that, everything was eerily quiet.

Zhou Yi exhaled smoke, squinted, and surveyed the apartment in front of him.

PA-93736

The world code that popped up in the system resurfaced in my mind.

Perhaps those weren't random letters, but rather represented "Pax Americana".

A super-state that is declining, yet in some places shows remarkable resilience.

The system seems to always teleport him to the vicinity of "characters" who can directly help with the mission.

Initially, it was those three thugs from the alley.

Then came Gina and Yuri.

This time, it might just be that woman who claims to be a reporter.

Zhou Yi stubbed out his cigarette on the car's metal frame and looked around again.

There was still nothing suspicious.

He opened the car door, tucked the pistol into his lower back, and let his clothes hang down naturally.

After making sure everything was ready, Zhou Yi walked calmly toward the apartment.

The entrance was dilapidated and worn, with half of a torn advertising flyer still hanging there.

It has a distinct Soviet influence.

As the elevator stopped on the third floor, Zhou Yi turned slightly to the side, his left hand resting on his waist.

The corridor was deserted.

The door to apartment 303 was half-closed.

The latch hung outside, teetering on the verge of falling.

Zhou Yi's eyes flickered slightly as he drew his pistol, pushed the safety off with his thumb, and cocked it.

The room was dimly lit, with only the corner lamp illuminating the mess on the floor.

An overturned chair and scattered miscellaneous items.

And, that woman—Natalie Watts.

She was kneeling on top of a black man wearing a ski mask, covered in blood and with disheveled hair.

At this moment, the dagger in his right hand was raised high, its tip gleaming coldly.

A Glock, meanwhile, slid far away to the side of the table leg.

Natalie heard the noise and reflexively turned around.

After recognizing the person who had come, he smiled.

"Ha, you arrived much faster than I expected."

She was still panting, but her words carried a mocking tone.

Zhou Yi did not respond.

He walked over to the fallen pistol, bent down, and slowly picked it up.

Seeing that the man didn't intend to pay attention to her, Natalie wasn't discouraged. She lowered her head and forcefully plunged the dagger into the unconscious man's chest.

As the blade pierced the flesh, the limbs twitched involuntarily a few times.

Natalie let out a long sigh, suddenly released her grip, and fell backward onto the ground.

His back slammed heavily onto the floor.

Crimson blood gradually spread from under the corpse.

She ignored him and remained lying flat.

His chest heaved violently, and sweat and blood mingled on his face.

Only then did Zhou Yi slowly approach.

He stood beside the woman, looking down at her with a blank expression.

The room fell silent.

Finally, Natalie couldn't hold back any longer and took the initiative to ask:
"Are you here to kill me? Because I've seen your secret."

"It's possible."

"Then please give me a little time before you start, okay?"

"Let me tell you the story of this useless killer."

Zhou Yi nodded slightly, signaling her to continue.

“It’s not really a big deal,” Natalie sighed, as if organizing her thoughts.

"I recently wrote a few articles about this shitty gubernatorial election in North Carolina."

She stared at the ceiling.

"On the right are Norton's group, the liberals in the Republican Party."

"On the left is Blair, who is quite similar to the previous president, always acting like a big government."

"But as for what exactly was accomplished, no one can say for sure."

The cigarette was about to burn to his fingertips when Zhou Yi casually flicked it away.

Ashes fell on the woman's chest, but she didn't care.

"Of course, this time I choose to criticize the latter."

"They released some bombshell revelations, exposing how they abused emergency orders and how they used them to expand federal law enforcement power."

"And it turned out to be this friend of mine."

"They sneaked into the house in the middle of the night, carrying a pistol."

"It's a pity that Blair, that bitch, didn't have the money to hire good people—who knows, maybe the money was misappropriated."

"In short, the only thing that comes is this poisonous insect that often hangs around downstairs in my building."

After Natalie finished speaking, she turned to look at Zhou Yi:

"My story ends."

"How about we talk about you? A stranger who appeared out of nowhere."

"Of course, that's on the premise that you've changed your mind and don't intend to kill me anymore."

Zhou Yi stubbed out his cigarette and asked calmly, "So, you're a Confederate sympathizer?"

Natalie laughed, as if she had heard a brilliant joke.

"Sympathy for the Confederacy?"

"Please, how can I sympathize with a bunch of crazy people in camouflage pants who are drunk and throwing up?"

The room reeked of blood.

The wind blew in through the cracks in the window.

Zhou Yi slowly squatted down, resting one hand on his knee.

"You're quite eloquent and honest."

"Unfortunately, I need more."

Under that gaze, Natalie's eyelids began to twitch involuntarily.

However, Zhou Yi gave her no chance to react, reaching out to grab her hair and effortlessly lifting the woman off the floor.

He then threw her onto the sofa.

A sharp pain shot through my lungs, interrupting my breathing.

Before Natalie could even react, the black muzzle of the gun was already shoved straight into her mouth.

The cool metallic touch made the woman reflexively tilt her head back.

In an instant, a feeling mixed with fear and other emotions welled up in my heart.

Perhaps it was physical excitement?

Natalie's eyes widened, a mixture of shame and instinct making her unable to move, and she could only press herself tightly against the sofa.

Zhou Yi had no idea that his usual tactics had opened a new world for the woman, and he said:
"You killed someone, how do you plan to clean up this mess?"

“Don’t call it a defense of ‘self-defense’.”

"Blair won't give you such a good chance to get away with it."

Natalie stared at Zhou Yi's cold expression and quietly squeezed her legs together.

“Blair Lake? She wouldn’t be that stupid.”

"why?"

"Because I have a good father—Christopher Hollen."

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"He is a pillar of the Democratic Party. If he wins the election this year, he will be the next Secretary of State."

"At this critical juncture, are you really going to take legal action against me?"

"That's really ugly."

"If the media digs it out, it will immediately affect the election."

"However, if something unfortunate happens at night, such as an accidental disappearance, a shooting, or a car accident, the nature of the situation is different."

Zhou Yi looked at her quietly.

Natalie tilted her head and smiled helplessly.

"After all, that old man Hollen doesn't even really care whether his daughter will live to see election day."

(End of this chapter)