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Chapter 235 Crispy Noodles

The noises from the second floor were intermittent, sometimes like footsteps, sometimes like something being dragged.

Zhou Yi didn't rush up.

He remained standing in place, concentrating his attention to pinpoint the exact location of the sound source.

A few seconds later, the rustling sound came again, probably directly above, on the south side of the villa.

After reaching a conclusion, Zhou Yi left the study, took his gun, and went to the stairs. He landed on the balls of his feet first, then slowly pressed down, his boots landing silently on the wooden planks.

Before the blind spot at the corner, he leaned out halfway to observe the upstairs corridor from a low angle to determine if anyone was lying in ambush before advancing again.

The corridor was dimly lit, with only a faint moonlight shining in at an angle, serving as illumination.

The first room was empty.

The cabinet was covered in dust, the window was half open, and two withered leaves fell on the table.

The second room was an old guest room, with the mattress lifted up and a few children's toys piled in the corner.

Suddenly, the sound rang out again.

This time it was clearer, with a slight friction, coming from the bedroom at the far end.

Zhou Yi adjusted his pace, hugged the wall, and carefully moved over.

The wooden door was ajar, and a breeze blew out from inside, carrying a strange, damp smell.

There's no time to lose, it's time now!
Zhou Yi held his breath and kicked hard.

"boom--"

He rushed into the room, gun pointed forward—

A group of raccoons were terrified and scattered in chaos.

Their eyes gleamed with a grayish-blue light as they fled in a panic.

The glass window had a large hole, and the walls were covered with animal paw prints and fur.

The ground was covered with feces, food scraps, and yellow stains left by urine.

All of this is so absurd, it seems to come from an animal's nest in primitive times.

Zhou Yi paused for a moment, then awkwardly put down his gun and let out a long sigh.

He took two steps back, preparing to go downstairs to continue studying the letters and photos found in the mezzanine.

But at this moment——

The sound of an engine came from afar.

very light.

The noise wasn't from normal driving; it sounded more like the driver had turned off the engine and was coasting in neutral.

There are professionals.

Zhou Yi immediately stopped what she was doing, took a few steps to the edge of the balcony, and hid her whole body in the shadows.

Outside, a dark-colored pickup truck drove through the block and soon stopped opposite the target villa.

The car door opens.

Two figures came down from the front, dressed in black, with their baseball caps pulled low over their heads.

One of them carried a flashlight, while the other supported his lower back, and they skillfully made their way around the front yard.

They didn't talk or look around, but walked straight down the path toward the back door.

Upon seeing this, Zhou Yi's eyes turned cold.

This is no ordinary thief, nor is it a passerby who stumbled upon this place.

The other side comes prepared.

The problem is huge.

How did I choose tonight, this time?

Is it related to yourself?
Is it related to the mother's death?

Is it still related to Zhao Wanpeng?
Countless thoughts flashed through Zhou Yi's mind, but he did not stop.

He ducked and retreated, easily vaulting over the railing and landing on the outer eaves of the second floor. He slid down the old rain pipe and then leaped off the edge of the flower bed.

It landed silently.

Zhou Yi quickly went around to the east side and entered through the kitchen, following the path he remembered.

The two should arrive in about ten seconds.

The operation must be carried out with caution; leave no survivors.

Zhou Yi's breathing gradually slowed down as he tucked the pistol into his waistband.

Not far away, the doorknob was pressed down.

"Click."

The two arrived one after the other, with a considerable gap in their walking distance, suggesting they had not received systematic training in teamwork.

Four meters.

Zhou Yi held his breath and adjusted his posture, leaning against the refrigerator.

Three meters. The two were talking, but the exact words were unclear.

Two meters.

Zhou Yi made a move.

He suddenly leaned forward, close to the person in front of him, and at the same time raised his knee to strike the groin.

"Uh--"

The man instinctively bent over.

The next second, Zhou Yi moved half a step to the side and swung his right elbow, striking the side of his jaw.

With a muffled thud, the other person felt everything go black before their eyes, and they fainted instantly without even uttering a groan.

At the same time, his companion realized something was wrong, took two steps back in alarm, and instinctively reached for his waist with his right hand.

Before he could even draw his gun, Zhou Yi lunged forward, grabbed the man by the collar, and used the force to push him down, throwing him toward the sink next to him.

"Boom!"

The tiles are broken.

Immediately following was a cry of pain.

The man was stunned. He shook his head and felt warm liquid flowing down his nose.

Zhou Yi was somewhat surprised to see that the other party was still able to remain conscious, so he simply grabbed the back of his head and shoved it into the opening repeatedly.

once.

twice.

three times.

The fourth time, blood splattered onto the white closet.

Zhou Yi checked the man's breath to make sure he was still alive, then let go of him and let him fall to the ground with a "plop".

Then, he quickly went to the window and observed the street through the gaps in the blinds.

Everything seemed normal, and no one noticed the fight inside.

Zhou Yi then turned back and began searching each person in turn.

They weren't carrying much, but it was all stuff traded on the black market.

Two Glocks, magazines fully loaded.

There were no supporting documents, only a small amount of cash and prepaid cards.

After carefully checking their clothing and mouths, Zhou Yi untied one of the people's shoelaces, tied them up behind their backs, and tightened their joints.

Then he rummaged through the kitchen drawer and pulled out a few pieces of rags, tore them into strips, stuffed them into his mouth, and wrapped and knotted them.

After everything was taken care of, Zhou Yi grabbed one person by the collar and dragged the two unconscious bodies into the study.

He first laid the chair sideways on the ground, turned the person over, raised both arms and tied them to the back of the chair, then fixed the ankles tightly against the chair legs, wrapped them around several times and tied a knot.

The second person did the same thing.

After finishing all that, Zhou Yi glanced at the time on his wrist.

About six minutes have passed.

It's time to wake up.

Especially the person who fainted first.

Sure enough, after a dozen seconds, the man's eyelids twitched, his brows furrowed, and his breathing became rapid and uneven.

Zhou Yi stood in front of him, waiting patiently.

Another ten seconds passed, but the man still didn't open his eyes, seemingly still unconscious.

Zhou Yi lost his patience, squatted down, and gently pressed down on the other person's thigh.

Feeling the sudden touch, the man couldn't help but tremble twice, but still tilted his head and pretended to be dead.

Seeing this, Zhou Yi smirked, took out a small knife with his right hand, aimed at the thickest part of the rectus femoris muscle, and plunged it in without warning.

"Well--!"

The excruciating pain made it impossible for the other party to continue the act.

In an instant, his spine stiffened as if he had been electrocuted, and he jerked his head back, his neck muscles bulging as he tried to scream.

However, due to the obstruction of the cloth strips, it could only emit intermittent sobs.

Saliva rushed backward, almost choking me.

The man coughed, but even that cough was muffled.

Her breathing was disordered, her face was flushed, and natural tears welled up in the corners of her eyes.

Only then did Zhou Yi stand up again, letting the blade remain embedded in his flesh, blood seeping continuously from the wound.

"you're awake."

He looked down at the trembling man, his tone calm, as if nothing had just happened.

"Now, let's chat for a while."

(End of this chapter)