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Chapter 212 Torture of the Female Spy

The three of them walked eastward along a dirt road that had been trodden into potholes.

Several boys in military uniforms were squatting on the ground eating. When they noticed them approaching, they silently made way for them.

"Do you know those Eastern Europeans?" Zhou Yi asked.

"We've never met them before, but we know they were sent by Roy, and they're ruthless and taciturn."

"How are Aiden and Bard?"

“They’re all still alive, but they’re not in great shape,” Colin shrugged. “Nobody gets too energetic after being in a cesspool for too long.”

Five minutes later, the three of them passed through a half-collapsed brick house, and their view suddenly opened up.

It was an abandoned farmhouse that had been converted into some kind of temporary base.

Three Romanians stood outside, holding rifles, their expressions indifferent.

Omari stopped and glanced cautiously at Zhou Yi. "We're here."

"Alright, you can go back now." Colin patted him on the back of the neck.

Omar scratched his head, and finding no one paying attention to him, left somewhat disappointed.

By this time, Colin had already entered the yard and called out loudly, "Aiden, guess who I brought?"

A man was squatting in the corner, looking up and basking in the sun.

He opened his eyes at the sound, frowned at first, and then laughed when he recognized the face: "Damn, you're still alive?"

Aiden stood up, dusted off his trousers, and bumped fists with Zhou Yi.

"Damn it, someone said you were bombed to death in Aleppo a few months ago."

"I was thinking of sending you a bouquet of flowers sometime."

“Remember to buy the expensive ones,” Zhou Yi said. “Be more creative, and don’t always think about poppies.”

Colin stood to the side, looking around the yard, and casually asked, "Where's Bard?"

“Inside,” Aiden gestured toward the farmhouse, “there’s Roy, and a Ukrainian. Seriously, I suspect that guy’s got something wrong with him.”

"What's wrong with him?" Colin asked curiously. "I thought he was perfectly normal before."

"See for yourself."

After Aiden finished speaking, he turned around and shouted into the house, "Bud, fucking come out for some fresh air, someone's looking for you!"

A few seconds later, the iron gate was pulled open.

A burly man wearing a baseball cap walked out, his face slightly pale.

He breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Zhou Yi and Colin.

"Thank goodness, you've finally arrived."

"What?" Zhou Yi asked.
Bud lowered his head and spat out a mouthful of phlegm.

"Roy and Stepan got hold of three CIA informants, two men and one woman."

"They're fucking excited, I'm about to throw up, fuck them."

He cursed, lit a cigarette, and took two deep drags.

"I can't do this job. Some of you, please go in right now, I'm begging you."

“If this drags on any longer, that Ukrainian bitch will drag me in to help her again.”

"Fuck you crazy, fuck you."

Colin's expression was equally grim: "I thought Roy was the only weirdo."

He complained, but his feet remained firmly planted on the spot, not moving an inch.

Zhou Yi sighed helplessly and stubbed out his cigarette on the rusty iron sheet.

The spark flashed and then disappeared.

“I’ll go take a look,” he said.

Afterwards, amidst the grateful gazes of the group, he bent down and walked into the "farmhouse" that had been temporarily converted.

The door closed behind us.

My nasal cavity was suddenly filled with a familiar yet disgusting smell.

Deep inside the house, someone was panting, the sound coming out intermittently.

A white woman was strapped to a plastic folding table.

He was around thirty years old, with his arms tied behind his back and his elbows clearly dislocated.

His skin was swollen and purple, the blood around his mouth and nose had dried, and his eyes were cloudy and almost unable to focus.

The two people behind her could not even be called "human".

Skin, flesh, and bones were churned into a sticky paste. Their bodies twitched slightly.

To be precise, it was a convulsion driven by instinct, like a snake that wasn't quite dead yet.

Zhou Yi stared at the scene before him and also felt it was a bit outrageous.

"Do you think she's Catholic or Muslim?"

Suddenly, a voice came from the shadows beside them.

Zhou Yi turned his head and saw a man wearing a plaid shirt standing against the wall, with bloodstains that hadn't dried on his chest.

"Roy, long time no see." He nodded, which was his way of greeting him.

The man ignored him and continued telling his lame jokes:
"I guess it's God."

"Because when Elena received her first incision, she cried out 'Mercy,' not 'Allah.'"

As soon as he finished speaking, the Ukrainian to his right slowly said, "Она/молилась, пока/не/начала/блевать/кровью."

(She was praying until she started vomiting blood.)
Roy laughed when he heard this, and turned to pat him on the shoulder.

"Stepan, your sense of humor is finally back on track."

He paused for a moment, then added, “Relax, John speaks Russian too.”

This time, the Ukrainians' expressions were slightly warmer.

“We captured them three hours ago,” he explained, “They were mixed in with government troops, several companies of them.”

"That sounds like quite a commotion," Zhou Yi commented.

"This woman pretended to be a doctor and offered to bandage the wounded."

"The bag contained a satellite phone, maps, and a shortwave radio."

"Did she admit it?"

The Ukrainian held up a finger: "They lasted three minutes longer than those two Congolese."

Zhou Yi stared at the two still convulsing "corpses" on the ground without saying a word.

Roy continued excitedly, "Little Elena is a Belgian citizen and holds the title of EU advisor in Kinshasa."

"But this identity is just a facade."

"Tomorrow morning, an Antonov aircraft marked with the UN logo will land in Enyeol."

"Her contact person was on the plane, accompanied by negotiators, to re-establish contact with M23."

"The goal is?"

“Let them withdraw from the Ruchuru region in exchange for equipment, food, and technical support.”

"Langley's doing?"

Roy walked over, half-squatted down, grabbed the woman's hair, and turned her face toward Zhou Yi.

"Could you answer my friend's question?" he asked softly.

The woman had stopped crying and was only able to mumble, "Yes...yes...killed...begged...me."

“Shh—” Roy gently pressed his hand to her lips. “Calm down, little Elena, nobody wants you dead.”

Then he smiled at Zhou Yi, "Anyway, she's very cooperative now."

The woman shook her shoulders desperately, and finally managed to stop moaning.

The room fell into a brief silence.

After a long pause, Zhou Yi spoke up: "We have the intelligence. What are your plans?"

Roy stood up and wiped his hands on his clothes: "If M23 really talks to them, there's a high chance they'll sign on the spot."

"These idiots are like flies; they can't resist the smell of shit on the roadside."

"Therefore, the best approach is to wait for the plane to land and take action immediately."

"You'll act on your own?" Zhou Yi asked.

“Of course we can’t tell M23,” Roy said quietly. “They can find out later; they won’t have many other options by then anyway.”

"What do you think? Do you want to join?"

Zhou Yi pondered for a few seconds, then calmly asked, "Why did you kill him?"

Roy raised an eyebrow in surprise.

“Let’s just blow up the whole plane,” Zhou Yi said. “That would be the only way the negotiations would completely break down.”

Roy was stunned for a moment, then exclaimed, "I'm falling in love with you, John."

(End of this chapter)