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Chapter 182 Who the hell copied me?
A faint emergency light was on the ceiling.

The surroundings were deathly silent.

After an unknown amount of time, Zhou Yi opened his eyes.

Consciousness remained somewhat sluggish, slow, heavy, and viscous.

My lower abdomen was still burning with pain, and every breath felt like being rubbed by a steel wire.

Zhou Yi reached out and touched it—

The wound is still there, but thankfully the bleeding has stopped.

He tried to sit up, but almost immediately collapsed due to the sudden increase in pain.

No.

We have to continue.

Otherwise, it will never heal itself.

Just as Zhou Yi gripped the edge of the steel bar again, preparing to exert force, he heard faint footsteps.

From a distance.

Gradually approaching.

Zhou Yi immediately stopped moving, lay back down in the same spot, and pretended to be dead with his eyes half-closed.

A dozen seconds later, two fully armed men entered the wrecked corridor.

They acted swiftly and coordinated skillfully.

One of them was the first to arrive, glancing at the horrific scene: "Pretty easy, all three are dead."

"--etc."

He paused for a moment, his gaze lingering on Zhou Yi.

"This is what Mike warned us about before, John?"

Another person quickly followed, "Confirmed dead?"

"Look at the amount of bleeding, does he seem like he could survive?"

"Being careful is never a bad thing." The man shrugged and reached for the pistol at his waist.

—Damn it, we have to take action.

A thought flashed through his mind, and a rifle appeared out of thin air.

Zhou Yi gritted his teeth, rolled over, and pulled the trigger.

"Bang-bang!"

The man was shot in the face and fell backward to the ground.

The man who was about to fire a finishing shot was shocked and immediately loaded his gun, aimed, and fired.

Unfortunately, we were still a step too late.

The bullet pierced the upper edge of the hip bone, drawing out a cloud of blood. He staggered and fell into a corner.

Zhou Yi lunged forward with all his might and quickly kicked the gun away.

The next second, her abdomen was pulled, her legs went weak, and she almost knelt down.

With a fierce determination in his heart and his eyes turning red, Zhou Yi gripped the steel bar again and pulled it out cleanly and decisively.

Instantly, blood splattered everywhere.

But it slowed down noticeably after only a few seconds.

Zhou Yi, panting heavily, let go of the steel bar and let it fall to the ground with a clatter.

The noise startled the man, who was barely clinging to life, and made him shudder.

"You...you...what exactly did you do to me?"

His voice was weak and incoherent, and his face was as pale as paper.

Half of his hip was broken, and scarlet liquid meandered down his waistline.

Zhou Yi's condition wasn't much better either.

My limbs felt weak, my vision blurred, and my internal organs felt as if they were on fire.

He took two steps forward, and almost by sheer momentum, grabbed the other man's tactical vest, half-dragging and half-pulling him against the wall.

"Who asked you to come?"

"I...we are just me," the man murmured, his mind in a daze, on the verge of collapse.

In the dim light, Zhou Yi's gaze swept over his forearm.

A series of tattoos is revealed—De Oppresso Liber.

Zhou Yi was stunned for a moment, then grinned.

"Green Beret, right?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he reached out and touched the other person's wound.

Soon, I could feel the fascia and sliding flesh wriggling between my fingers, warm and sticky.

The man immediately let out a heart-wrenching howl, and then began to writhe uncontrollably.

The force was so great that it almost broke free from the suppression.

Fortunately, Zhou Yi had recovered some of his strength by this time.

Without stopping, he pressed the person down, then half-squatted and continued to probe inside.

The man was already convulsing, his hands flailing instinctively, but he couldn't muster any strength.

"Spare me, spare me... I beg to die."

"Who asked you to come?"

"I am the Deputy Minister of PMOODHSD"

Zhou Yi remained unmoved and simply rotated his wrist.

"say clearly."

In an instant, the man curled up like a dying insect, his back arched, his legs kicking wildly, and his face covered in saliva and blood.

"Truly, homeland security is no match for me. We were in C before."

Upon hearing this, Zhou Yi finally withdrew her hand and groped him haphazardly a few times.

How many of you came?

"Two groups of thirty people. Me."

The man cried, his lips twitching, yet it also seemed like he was laughing. "What is the mission?"

"The massacre and execution of everyone was framed as an act of extremism."

“You’re lying,” Zhou Yi said softly.

"No. I swear. Kill me! Kill me! Kill me!"

The man suddenly became agitated and cried out in a shrill voice.

Then, as if in a final burst of energy before death, he forced himself to sit up.

"Kill me! Do it! Kill me! Kill me!"

Zhou Yi nodded and readily bent down.

He grabbed the other person's chin, held their neck in place, and twisted it sharply.

"Click."

The man collapsed, lifeless.

However, before I could even relax, the pain came rushing in, surging and sweeping over my entire body like a tidal wave.

Zhou Yi's face turned pale, and he reached out to brace himself against the wall behind him to avoid slipping.

His breathing became heavy.

The abdomen appears to be healing.

The wound burned, accompanied by an unbearable itch.

Zhou Yi rummaged in his pocket and shakily pulled out a damp cigarette.

Ignition was more difficult than expected.

Once, twice.

failure.

He squinted his eyes—

On the third try, with a strong push, the flame finally leaped out.

The moment it entered my mouth, a fishy smell filled the air.

Hold.

That's fucking disgusting.

Even so, Zhou Yi did not give up and continued to smoke for a while with a frown.

Once he had calmed down a bit, he turned around, cigarette dangling from his lips, and began to search the corpse.

Shoulder lights, bulletproof vest, spare magazines, and communication terminals.

Zhou Yi put everything away one by one, then bent down to check the status of the weapons and the number of bullets.

Through the headset, all communication was normal.

Perhaps, because the whole thing only took three minutes from the start of the shooting.

Zhou Yi braced the butt of the rifle against his shoulder, released the safety, and placed his index finger on the front of the trigger.

damn it.

Department of Homeland Security.

McCann can be surprisingly mad when he gets going.

Regardless of their abilities, if they seize an opportunity, they dare to act as assassins and stage coups without hesitation.

With these thoughts in mind, Zhou Yi calmly pulled the crank.

Snapped--

The bullet was pushed into the chamber.

He held the rifle close to his side and walked out along the corridor.

A tiny spark flickered and died.

It reflected Zhou Yi's cold expression.

I underestimated him.

However, this may not be a bad opportunity.

The changes made recently were a trial within the rules.

It erodes little by little, slowly but silently.

It makes it difficult for people to find a suitable opportunity to resist.

It is different now.

Blood on the surface.

A complete breakdown of political norms.

The "restraint" is gone.

"Tolerance" is gone.

If several key figures survive, McCann will inevitably have to change his strategy.

Because that would be a fight to the death.

Whether he likes it or not, he must act quickly: in a straightforward, clear, and naked way.

Through the headset, a man's clear and methodical commands rang out.

"Bring those ten over."

"Give me the knife."

"Get rid of it, don't make it so disgusting."

Zhou Yi listened quietly for a moment, then lowered his head, stubbed out his cigarette, and casually threw it on the ground.

—I almost forgot about these people.

He looked towards the dark stairwell, a chilling murderous intent rising in his eyes.

Using my name, and you think you can get away with it without paying any price?

damn it.

There's no such thing as a free lunch.

(End of this chapter)