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Chapter 25 America Against America
"boom--!"

Gunshots shattered the silence of the night, their echoes reverberating through the woods and startling a flock of sparrows perched on the treetops.

The fat man fell backward into the deep pit he had dug himself, like a puppet with its strings cut.

"Boom."

A dull impact.

The corpse at the bottom of the pit thudded several times under the weight of his massive body.

Zhou Yi picked up the cigarettes he found in the driver's car, took one out, and lit it with a lighter.

Nicotine enters the lungs with a smooth, dry, spicy sensation.

He took a deep breath, narrowed his eyes slightly, and briefly cleared his mind, enjoying this rare moment of tranquility.

Ashes drifted in the breeze, settling on the five already cold corpses at the bottom of the pit, overlapping each other like discarded trash.

Zhou Yi exhaled a puff of smoke, flicked his wrist, and the burning cigarette streaked through the night, falling straight into the deep pit.

Immediately afterwards——

"call--!"

A ball of orange flame suddenly rose up, illuminating the surrounding tree shadows.

The smell of gasoline was strong and pungent, accompanied by burning plastic.

The cell phone that had been stuffed into the deceased's pocket gradually melted.

The glass cracked, making a slight crackling sound.

The corpse gradually curled up under the licking flames until it turned charred black.

Gina stood stiffly to the side, her hands clenched into fists, her fingertips digging deeply into her palms.

She had never seen anyone kill like Zhou Yi.

Calm, precise, and decisive, without any emotional fluctuation.

That wasn't anger, revenge, or pleasure; it was simply a thorough and efficient elimination.

She suddenly realized something.

This wasn't his first time.

This might not even be the last time.

"Do me a favor."

Zhou Yi's voice interrupted her thoughts.

Gina looked up and saw him throw the second shovel at his feet, the firelight illuminating his profile.

A certain indescribable emotion arose in my heart.

Gina took a deep breath, bent down to pick up the shovel, and began filling the hole with soil.

Back at the villa, a faint smell of blood still lingered in the air.

The bloodstains on the wooden floor had been roughly wiped away, but the dark marks that had seeped into the grain were still faintly visible.

The door was locked from the inside, the curtains were drawn, and Zhou Yi was the first to step onto the stairs leading to the second floor.

"You pick a room, we need to rest."

Gina stood still, looked around, and finally chose the room at the end of the corridor near the window.

Pushing open the door, the interior furnishings were extremely simple.

A double bed, a rusty wardrobe, and a wooden chair with peeling paint.

Zhou Yi followed her into the house, and casually moved a chair to the door, using it to brace against the doorknob.

Gina pursed her lips, hesitated for a moment, and then asked, "Are we... going to... be... together... tonight?"

"This is safer."

Zhou Yi explained, walked to the window, and after inspecting its structure, finally sat on the edge of the bed: "Also, you'd better get some rest early; staying up late is bad for your health."

As he spoke, he pulled the slide and chambered a bullet.

Then, leaning against the wall, with his fingers resting naturally on the edge of the holster, he closed his eyes, and within seconds, his breathing became even.

The next morning, the sky brightened.

Zhou Yi woke up, her mind clear.

Gina, who was beside her, was still fast asleep, her chest rising and falling slightly with her breathing.
Pulling back the curtains to look outside, I saw mist enveloping the woods, and sunlight filtering through the leaves onto the damp earth.

After observing quietly for a while, Zhou Yi didn't wake Gina. He gently pushed open the door and went out.

Last night, thanks to the fat man's pointing it out, he learned that there was a computer next door.

Lenovo ThinkCentre M55p. The chassis is covered with a thin layer of dust, but the overall condition is good.

Zhou Yi sat down at the table and pressed the power button.

As the fan starts, the screen lights up, and the lock screen pops up.

A password is required.

Zhou Yi sighed, restarted the system, entered recovery mode, and brought up the command line.

After the command was entered, the SAM database was reset, and the password was immediately reset to zero.

After successfully accessing the desktop, he thought for a moment and typed "Rodriguez Hoffman" into Google Chrome.

The page loaded for a while, and then relevant information popped up.

White, of German descent.

The Progressive Reform Party candidate is about to run in the Bahia gubernatorial election.

They advocate for free markets, low taxes, and reduced government intervention to unleash productivity and drive economic growth.

In agriculture, support corporatization, reduce subsidies, and oppose "redistribution-style" policies.

At the same time, it emphasizes the central role of Catholicism in society and advocates for the restoration of religious courses in public education.

“In this age of moral decay and government intervention in everything, we must rebuild faith and let people know that freedom does not mean chaos, but rather following God’s law and finding one’s own path.”

Zhou Yi stared at the speech he had given at the rally two months ago and laughed.

It tastes so authentic xd.

He turned off the still-playing video and then typed "Álvaro Domingos" into his browser.

This time, the photo featured is of a middle-aged man.

The current governor is a member of the Labor Party.

A former army officer who entered politics after retiring from the military.

Although most of the time, it tends towards pragmatic economic interventionism.

However, on security issues, it has gone against the tradition of PT.

It's as if "I have a secret deal with the America military-industrial complex" is written all over his face.

He met with senior DoD officials and pledged to deepen transnational security cooperation.

Approval was granted for the procurement of advanced equipment from US military enterprises.

An agreement was signed with the DEA, authorizing it to expand intelligence sharing within the state.

Zhou Yi chuckled and stood up, stretching his body slightly.

Poll data shows that Rodriguez currently leads Alvaro by at least seven or eight points.

However, since no one can secure an absolute majority, it is almost certain that the election will proceed to a second round.

This also explains why Alvaro resorted to underhanded tactics to eliminate other factions.

Time is of the essence; the vote will be held in forty days.

Goodness, it has become a true "America Against America".

This is going to be hilarious.

Zhou Yi lit a cigarette, sat back down at his computer, and began searching for information about Rodriguez's next campaign rally.

Five days later, at 8 PM.

Castro Alves Theatre.

One of the largest venues in the state, capable of accommodating nearly two thousand people for events.

There are regular seats and VIP seats available.

The latter requires a special invitation to enter and is not under consideration, while ordinary viewers can simply register and receive tickets through the Progressive Reform Party's official website.

However, after clicking on the webpage, Zhou Yi discovered that the registration channel had been closed:

"All tickets have been distributed. Thank you for your support. Please stay tuned for on-site and live coverage."

Fortunately, even though it was a political rally, there were always scalpers taking the opportunity to resell tickets.

Open Mercado Livre and filter for the keywords "Teatro Castro Alves" + "evento".

Sure enough, someone was reselling tickets at a high price.

R$450 per piece, face-to-face transaction, cash only.

(End of this chapter)