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Chapter 153 You Wet Your Pants When You Wet Yourself When You Wet as a Child
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Potomac, Maryland.

The villa area was shrouded in night.

The automatic sprinklers on the lawn are timed, and their presence is particularly clear in the quiet.

A dark gray Cadillac was parked on the side of the road, the engine off, and the windows half-closed.

Zhou Yi rested his right hand on the steering wheel, observing the classical-style building in the distance through the windshield.

In the passenger seat, Natalie sat cross-legged, a cigarette dangling from her lips.

"I have to tell you something in advance," Zhou Yi said casually.

"The FBI will contact you soon, maybe even tomorrow."

Natalie blinked, showing neither surprise nor fear.

She simply shifted her posture, took the cigarette from her seat, and smiled: "Is it related to the National Guard?"

Zhou Yi nodded: "Your whereabouts have never been kept secret from beginning to end; too many people know about them."

"But the real reason is because of my father, Hollen?"

"of course."

Zhou Yi paused, then added: "The military massacre, Blair's death—the Republican Party now desperately needs an anchor point to launch a counterattack."

Natalie looked at him, her eyes calm and still: "I'll do whatever you want me to do. I was mentally prepared for that day."

"I don't need any bullshit guarantee that seventy-two virgins will wait for me to go to heaven."

"Just promise me that this damn place will pay the price."

Zhou Yi turned his head and couldn't help but chuckle: "I don't need your sacrifice."

"You just need to stay calm and deny everything."

"Hollen will not stand by and watch the Republicans smear you; that would be bad for your election campaign."

"Of course, I will help you too."

"It won't be long before it's all over."

Natalie asked curiously, "I can guess a bit of what Hollen and the others are planning. But what about you? What will you do?"

"Wait, then."

Zhou Yi stared at the houses in the distance. "This is why we came here."

As soon as he finished speaking, the main gate of the villa opened.

A man in uniform came out.

Two stars on his shoulders, straight posture, neat gray hair.

He was not carrying a gun, and was holding a briefcase in his right hand.

The garage door of the villa was still open, and there were some cardboard boxes that had been temporarily moved inside.

The black SUV didn't park; it just stood across the road.

"Is it him?" Natalie asked.

Zhou Yi didn't answer, but said "Remember to take pictures" before getting out of the car.

In early autumn, the evening breeze is slightly cool.

There were no pedestrians around.

Zhou Yi pulled up his hood and walked steadily, as if he were taking a stroll.

At this moment, Lucas had already arrived at the SUV and pressed the key to unlock it.

Just as he lifted his foot to get into the car, a figure approached from behind him.

Lucas turned around alertly.

Asian.

The movements are slow.

He seemed very kind.

But the moment their eyes met, the man suddenly smiled.

"Long time no see, Lucas Theodore Carter."

Lucas was startled and instinctively reached for his gun.

The other party was clearly prepared.

In a flash, the muzzle of the gun was already pressed against his side.
"Don't move if you don't want to die," Zhou Yi said softly.

Lucas froze, his jaw clenched, before he was slammed against the car door.

The pressure on my lower back didn't lessen; in fact, it felt even tighter.

“Relax,” Zhou Yi smiled. “I have no intention of firing a shot, at least not on the street.”

Lucas's heart began to race. His breathing, rhythm, and pace quickened as he rapidly analyzed his opponent's distance, angle, and posture.
Everything seemed too practiced, too calm, like a trained professional assassin.

“Don’t make any futile attempts,” Zhou Yi continued. “I know you’re used to resisting, and I know you’re a soldier.”

"But you also know that at this distance, a bullet is the fastest."

Lucas's Adam's apple bobbed slightly as he glanced at the street; no one was there.

"What do you want to do?"

“Let’s go inside and talk,” Zhou Yi replied. “This place isn’t suitable.”

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After a moment of silence, Lucas finally gave up the struggle.

"The key is in my pocket, don't act rashly."

The living room was silent.

Lucas sat stiffly on a dark gray armchair, staring at the Asian man by the fireplace.

Finally, he couldn't hold back any longer and asked, "Who are you? What do you want?"

Zhou Yi smiled slightly upon hearing this.

"How about we start by talking about how I remember you?"

Then, without waiting for Lucas to react, he began to speak on his own:
"In 2001, you graduated from West Point with a degree in War Studies."

"After 9/11, I was assigned to the 513th Military Intelligence Brigade and deployed in Uzbekistan."

"I participated in joint monitoring missions, and was mainly responsible for reviewing cross-border communications in Central Asia."

"Two years later, you were transferred back to the home country and entered the Theater Intelligence Support Office at DIA headquarters, where you were exposed to real-time theater intelligence."

That was your first encounter with 'budget coordination'.

"After less than three years, I took the initiative to apply for a posting to the African Affairs Team."

"I heard it's 'pretty good' over there."

Zhou Yi paused, a hint of admiration in his eyes: "However, your performance afterward was truly perfect."

“In 2006, during your deployment in East Africa, you used the Title 10 Authorized Fund to build the earliest version of the ‘Militia Integration Model’.”

"In 2009, you were promoted to major and transferred to the Middle East Affairs Office, where you led a classified analysis on the 'multi-domain suppression model'."

“That report was used in 2010 as the theoretical basis for approving the ‘limited strike policy’.”

"Therefore, you skipped the probationary period and were directly nominated as a lieutenant colonel."

Lucas's expression remained unchanged, but a hint of wariness flickered in his eyes.

Having guessed the man's thoughts, Zhou Yi changed the subject and said calmly:

"Of course, these things can all be found through semi-public channels."

"but--"

"And what about the next ones?"

"When you were nine, you played with fire and burned down your bedroom. Afraid of being scolded, you were so scared that you wet your pants."

“At thirteen, you stole James’s confidential documents and took the ‘Southern Watch Project’ to school, turning it in as a history assignment.”

"The teacher was terrified, and the school called the police."

Upon hearing this, Lucas's expression finally changed, and he abruptly looked up.

Her lips were pressed tightly together, her expression was awkward, and she stared intently at Zhou Yi.

"In the end, James stepped in and quelled the situation."

Do you remember what he said to you?

"Making mistakes is normal, but you must learn to cover them up faster than others."

“You changed schools three times in high school before finally settling down in Bethesda.”

"In your final year, you joined the debate team, but lost to a Black girl in the interstate competition."

“You cursed her at home for two weeks, and even considered having someone kill her.”

Zhou Yi chuckled twice as he finished speaking.

"Do you remember her name? Martha Kelly."

"She later went on to study communications at the University of Virginia."

As soon as he finished speaking, Lucas's eye began to twitch involuntarily.

He didn't even know how to deal with the Asian man in front of him.

He explained it in such detail and with such accuracy.

It was so accurate that it was as if he had been there and witnessed the whole thing.

(End of this chapter)