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Chapter 162 Don't Sleep Too Soundly Tonight

The young Mexican man sat in the driver's seat, his fingers gripping the steering wheel, his knuckles white.

His breathing was rapid, and his lips trembled incessantly.

The black vest clung tightly to the skin, and the wires coiled like venomous snakes, making it almost suffocating.

Ahead, there was a bend in the road, and the gate of the manor could be vaguely seen.

As the distance closed, the two dark figures on duty under the guard post began to move.

"parking!"

"parking!"

Someone is shouting.

can't stop.

can't stop.

can't stop.

The Mexican guy silently repeated the man's words to himself, then gritted his teeth and stepped on the gas.

This time, the shouts were even louder.

"Final warning: Stop the vehicle, or we will open fire!"

Immediately afterwards——

boom--!
The windshield was hit, and cracks spread out.

Then came the second and third shots.

The bullet grazed the edge of the car door, sparks flying off the metal.

The Mexican man instinctively curled up behind the steering wheel, pressing his body as low as possible.

His chest heaved violently, and his ears were ringing.

Finally, fueled by adrenaline, it roared and charged straight at the reinforced iron railing.

"Boom--!"

It was like an earthquake.

A piercing whistle then rang out.

"Red alert! Red alert! An unidentified vehicle has forced its way through the gate! Everyone prepare to seal it off!"

The impact was so severe that he coughed up blood and his vision began to blur.

He struggled to stay conscious, opened the car door with difficulty, and tumbled out.

His knee slammed into the gravel, instantly turning into a bloody mess.

But the Mexican young man continued to struggle, trying to get up and escape.

However, just as he stood up, a bullet struck his calf.

"what--"

He screamed and fell to the ground, where he was quickly subdued by several security guards who rushed forward.

"Caught alive!"

"Caught alive!"

More and more people are rushing towards the edge.

One of them rushed forward, grabbed the fabric in front of his chest, and ripped it off.

"Don't touch it—!" the young man roared, "No lo toques! No lo toques!"

Nobody understood.

No one cares either.

Just as the finger touched the explosive filler—

The world paused for half a second.

There is no prelude.

No warning.

"boom----!"

A deafening roar ripped through the night.

The entire UPS truck was ripped open from the inside, twisted, exploded, and broke into pieces.

The flames engulfed half of the courtyard.

The intense heat, along with the mixed fuel, gushed out.

The sentry post was blown away, and the door panel, glass, and monitoring tower were all thrown into the air.

The security guards who were closest to the blast didn't even have time to scream before they were torn apart by the shockwave.

Within seconds, the entrance to the manor resembled hell.

Thick smoke billowed, dust swirled, alarms sounded, and red lights began to turn.

The piercing alarm almost ripped my eardrums off.

I don’t know how long it’s been.

Maybe a few seconds.

Maybe a few minutes.

Perhaps half a century.

The Mexican man was dragged out of the charred road.

He is still alive.

Half of his face was scraped, his expression was ferocious, he was shot in the calf, and his whole body was covered in dust.

The vest was partially damaged, but the control module was not broken.

The men pinned him to the ground, pressed guns against the back of his neck, and growled at him.

"who are you?"

"Which organization are you from?!"

"Tell me! Who sent you?"

The Mexican man was speechless at this point.

His face was covered in mud, blood, and tears that had welled up from nowhere.

His lips parted, and he murmured, "Hay hay hay otra."

"What the hell is that language?" "Spanish," someone replied.

"What is he saying?"

He said there was another one.

Upon hearing this, the security captain suddenly realized something and jumped up—

But it was too late.

The explosives, which were placed close to the young man's chest, were activated by a remote control signal.

The circuit closed instantly.

Snapped--!
Then--

boom--! ! !
This time, the breaking points are closer, more concentrated, and more precise.

It was like the sun being directly detonated.

The three closest security guards were blown to pieces.

Broken bones and muscle tissue were splattered like paste among the ruins.

The close-range impact ripped up sand and broken bricks.

The people on guard were thrown into the air, and they immediately lost consciousness after their heads hit the ground.

Blood splattered everywhere, and flesh tore open.

The scarlet liquid flowed along the road like a stream, disappearing into the recently trimmed green belt.

The scene was filled with smoke.

The air was thick and foul-smelling, a mixture of the smells of leaking gasoline, burning protein, and metallic vapor.

In the darkness, some people were screaming, some were struggling to get up, and others were rolling on the ground, covering their ears.

The walkie-talkie was thrown several meters away, and intermittent electrical interference could be heard coming from it.

Meanwhile, at the far end of the lawn, a figure took the opportunity to slip into the manor.

Dark gray jacket, trousers rolled up at the cuffs, shoes with sound-dampening rubber soles.

According to Lucas's intelligence, the target will be escorted away in three minutes.

This means he must infiltrate the building as quickly as possible.

Zhou Yi acted swiftly, using the backup passage next to the power distribution room on the east side.

He took a cylindrical object wrapped in aluminum foil from his pocket and attached it to the lower edge of the base of the electronic door lock.

A few seconds later, the indicator light turned from red to dim, and the latch jammed.

Zhou Yi took a deep breath, took half a step back, and lifted his leg—

boom!
The door panel collapsed inward, and the hinges broke off.

The corridor was dimly lit, with several plastic storage boxes and spare fire extinguishers piled up against the wall.

Zhou Yi advanced along the right side, the muzzle of the gun slightly lowered, holding it at eye level to prevent his clothes from making any noise.

Footsteps should land entirely on the horizontal seams of the floor to avoid causing echoes when pressing heavily on the hollow areas.

He quickly moved into the main corridor.

The floor is made of light gray marble with a slight sheen.

There are people walking back and forth in the distance.

Zhou Yi switched stances to a close-combat high-grip position, keeping his line of sight parallel to the rails, preparing for close-range engagements.

His speed wasn't very fast, somewhere between stealthy advance and quick elimination.

Fortunately, Lucas did a good job.

Even the emergency refuge spaces in the villas are clearly marked.

A few minutes later, Zhou Yi found the fake wall.

The position of the hanging picture is slightly irregular, and you can feel the changes in airflow.

He moved closer, pulled out a folding utility knife, and pried slightly to probe the direction of the latch.

Click.

The frame and the structure behind it are loose.

Zhou Yi pushed it half an inch, then slipped inside.

As you descend the spiral staircase, the temperature drops sharply.

Finally, a closed safe house appeared at the end, with light streaming out from below.

He controlled his breathing, moved closer to the door, and soon heard the conversation coming from inside:
"What the hell is wrong? This isn't Afghanistan!"

"The surrounding area is in complete chaos, and our people are still dealing with it. Sir, we must evacuate now."

"Switch to your mother!"

"I have already given the order to—"

Having identified the target, Zhou Yi no longer waited, inserted the knife handle into the gap, and easily turned it.

Click.

The room was brightly lit and not very large.

Standing in the center was Sevier.

He was wearing a bulletproof vest, looking bewildered, and hadn't yet realized what was happening.

The two bodyguards beside him were quite dutiful; even in their fright, they raised their pistols.

However, it was too late.

"Bang-bang!"

Both men were shot.

Blood splattered on his face, and Severus instinctively took a few steps back, his leg hitting the chair, causing him to stumble and fall.

“Wait a minute!” he cried, raising his hand in a trembling voice. “We can talk—I can pay! Listen to me—”

The man, wearing a black mask and bathed in white light, looked like a god.

Sevier's eyes widened, his throat went dry, and his pleading words caught in his throat for a moment.

Then--

"boom!"

(End of this chapter)