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Chapter 217 papi
"Hellfire."

Zhou Yi answered with a gentle expression, as if explaining some mechanical principle.

He remained standing in the same spot, motionless, and raised his hand to remove his goggles and earpiece.

The aftershocks of the explosion have not yet subsided.

On the horizon, flames raged fiercely, the air scorching hot, turning the entire valley into a steamer.

The officer remained kneeling in the mud, slowly raising his head.

The firelight reflected on the faces of the Asians, flickering in the darkness.

The officer stared at him blankly, as if looking at something utterly incomprehensible.

Not an enemy.

Not allies.

not human.

He wanted to speak, but his lips trembled and went numb.

At this moment, Zhou Yi squatted down and continued to explain earnestly: "To be precise, it was one GBU-54 and three Hellfire missiles."

"Airburst fuse mode".

"The order came from Virginia, and the drone took off from Agadez, with intelligence support from Toulouse."

"The target strike process was already arranged from the moment I met you."

He paused, then added, "You didn't kill those people, so don't feel too guilty."

Before the officer could react, sweat and tears mingled and dripped down his chin.

A white lightning bolt flashed, leaving nothing behind, not even a corpse.

"And what about me?" he murmured.

Am I also—

Zhou Yi shook her head and gently patted the man's face.

“You’re still here,” he said, “because they still think you’re useful.”

"But never forget that what determines your fate is not in Washington, not in Paris, and certainly not in Kinshasa."

"Remember who your true master is, wise man."

The officer's lips twitched, as if he were laughing, or perhaps it was just a twitch.

After a long while, he didn't speak again, but bent down and pressed his forehead tightly against the cold soil.

Zhou Yi had no interest in appreciating men's ugly behavior.

He is neither a pervert nor a missionary.

After confirming that the task was completed, he stood up and calmly said, "See you tomorrow."

After saying that, he turned around without looking back and walked down the hillside.

The pickup truck was parked at the edge of the woods, its lights off, and four men were squatting nearby smoking.

Colin was the first to raise his head.

"Your mother has finally decided to give up."

He propped himself up on his knees and flicked his cigarette butt into the grass. "I thought you were planning to stay up there tonight."

"A man with his butt sticking out on the ground? Spare me." Zhou Yi walked to the passenger side, took off his tactical vest, and threw it in.

Upon hearing this, Colin burst into laughter, clapping his hands excitedly, "He really knelt down?!"

"Hmm." Zhou Yi nodded. "He knelt quite sincerely."

Roy narrowed his eyes and asked with great interest, "You mean, he's completely obedient now?"

"He was on the brink of life and death, experiencing great ups and downs. He should understand very well now that obedience is a prerequisite for survival," Zhou Yi said.

“But that kind of person…” Aiden frowned, hesitatingly saying, “Threats alone aren’t enough to keep him working for long.”

"So we have to give him something."

Zhou Yi lit a cigarette, patted his pockets, couldn't find a lighter, and casually took one from Colin. "Like territory, like victory."

Noticing his movement, Colin rolled his eyes.

At this moment, Aiden hadn't reacted yet and asked in confusion, "You mean..."

Give him Goma.

After Zhou Yi finished speaking, he turned his head and pressed the lighter.

“Are we going to rely on Roy’s Eastern European crew? That’s impossible,” Aiden said bluntly. “Or is the company planning to send more operators?”

“None of those,” Zhou Yi exhaled a puff of smoke. “The main force must be his men; we need to use corpses to prove something.”

"Is this also their intention?" Bard asked in a low voice, choosing his words carefully. Although he already knew the answer, he still wanted to confirm it out of habit.

Zhou Yi didn't explain, but simply pulled a plastic-sealed document bag from his pocket and casually tossed it onto the hood of the car.

On the cover was a confidential distribution label, unsigned, with only a number starting with two letters.

Several people immediately gathered around and quickly exchanged glances.

"We need to act quickly."

Zhou Yi's gaze never left the document.

"The CIA is accelerating the Kabila government's plans."

"The plane crash made them realize the problem, but they were hampered by a lack of evidence and could not publicly confront them."

“But with their current firepower, it’s too much of a stretch to push through Goma,” Bader said. “If the Central Army comes to their aid, they’ll launch a counter-offensive in three days at most.”

Colin also became serious and nodded in agreement, saying, "What we lack is a window of opportunity and means of suppression."

“Relying solely on local Boy Scouts is simply not enough.”

“Then give them to them,” Zhou Yi said casually.

He looked up at the crimson sky: "They have approved an upgrade to the support level, to be delivered through informal channels."

Colin was momentarily stunned. "Wait... when did they start contacting you so closely?"

Aiden is more pragmatic.

"When?" he asked.

"I will cross the border at 5 p.m. tomorrow."

"Specifications?" Roy raised an eyebrow, showing some interest.

"Thermobaric bombs, fragmentation-guided airburst bombs, APKWS, and a batch of FCS pre-equipment."

They were all stunned.

“FCS?” Colin managed to say, “Are they crazy?”

Roy laughed coldly, "Does a business worth tens or hundreds of billions require rationality?"

“But… these things are enough to penetrate the entire North Kivu.” Colin still found it hard to believe. “Aren’t they afraid of being investigated?”

“It’s not about breaking through,” Zhou Yi corrected him, “it’s about subduing him.”

"But what if we take down Goma?"

Aiden countered, "This isn't a legitimate operation, after all. Kim Shasa won't just stand by and do nothing."

"Moreover, Kabila has the CIA backing him and is authorized by Congress to intervene."

"At that point, it won't be a question of whether Goma can hold out."

Zhou Yi smiled and said, "That's why I need two people to come with me to Kinshasa."

"Kinshasa?" Aiden clearly hadn't caught up with his train of thought. "How long? Is that what they want too?"

"No more than seven days." Zhou Yi flicked his cigarette ash twice. "The goal is simple: to cause the collapse of order."

“After that, M23 can launch a full-scale operation.”

This time, Roy grinned, a hint of anticipation in his eyes: "It sounds like a gamble."

“We were already in the casino.”

"It's just that this time the card table has changed."

Colin scratched his chin. "I like that analogy."

"There's only one thing: Congo isn't Vegas. The prostitutes here don't say 'quieres algo especial papi?'"

As he spoke, he thrust his hips forward and drew a circle with his index finger around his belt.

(Would you like something special?)

Aiden chuckled.

Next up were Zhou Yi and Ba De.

Roy, on the other hand, didn't show much expression throughout, only coughing twice at the end, as if he was trying to cover something up.

Then, he slowly turned his face and looked at the red-glowing horizon.

(End of this chapter)