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Chapter 257 These are the amazing tools we'll be using later.

"This is... a Japanese person?"

When Kate Lyle saw the newly issued identity document, her tone rose, revealing obvious skepticism.

The middle-aged man opposite me sat behind a worn-out wooden table, rubbing his index finger knuckle with his thumb.

"What?" he asked casually, his gaze quickly sweeping over the woman before glancing at Zhou Yi.

This is an abandoned paper mill located on the edge of an industrial area.

The skylight above is broken, with its iron frame exposed.

Besides the black market document dealer who called himself "Cass," there were two men wearing hats standing against the wall.

He was dressed like a railway worker, but a short-barreled shotgun was placed at his feet.

They remained silent, smoking and staring intently at the visitor's movements.

"I just didn't expect you to choose this."

Ketterle continued to turn the pieces of paper, carefully examining the marks on them.

"Do you have a better option?" Cass countered.

"You know, this gentleman's appearance is fortunate that the Empire is now more open to Japanese citizens, at least on the surface."

"Otherwise, even if you give me a million marks, it won't help."

As soon as Cass finished his remark, he immediately pointed to the travel document, as if promoting his masterpiece:
"Look at this, it was approved by the Carpathian Governor's Office."

"Born in Fengtian, Manchuria, background... well, I'm sorry, you might not understand what I'm talking about—in short, my identity is clean, trustworthy, and very pure."

"Where did you get these things from?" Zhou Yi asked softly for the first time.

Upon hearing this, Cass's smile deepened.

"Someone at the archives bureau owes me a small favor."

"The official stamps and approvals are all genuine and have been applied to the new documents."

"New information?"

“It was acquired from the actual owner who died of illness last year. He was unmarried, had no relatives, and his body was burned clean.”

“It’s a godsend,” he sighed. “You know how rare this kind of status is these days.”

As Cass said this, he leaned forward slightly.

"If it weren't for Old Hans's introduction, I wouldn't have taken it out at all."

Zhou Yi nodded and didn't ask any further questions.

This time, Cass turned to Cattel.

"As for you, beautiful lady, this is even simpler."

He pulled two more neatly folded documents from his pocket.
"Internship document from the local archives."

"That doesn't sound like a good opportunity to run away."

"Who said it's a fugitive? This identity is suitable for crossing borders, taking the train, and even participating in low-intensity social contact."

"You don't really want to run away to the west as a Ukrainian maid, do you?"

Katelyl gave him a cold look.

Cass immediately smiled and raised his hand, "I didn't mean anything by it, I just wanted to help you live in the most suitable way."

Ultimately, being alive is the most important thing, isn't it?

The room fell silent.

All that could be heard was the faint sound of the wind blowing through the tin roof overhead.

After a moment, Cattel asked, "The price?"

"This Asian gentleman has 20,000, and you have 3,000."

"A total of twenty-three thousand," Zhou Yi concluded calmly, his tone devoid of any emotion.

“This is already a friendly price,” Cass said. “It’s fair.”

Katelyl glanced at Zhou Yi out of the corner of her eye.

The man's right hand was already inside his trench coat, seemingly preparing to take out his money to pay.

Just then, Cass suddenly stood up. His movements were slow, but they carried an unsettling quality.

"Wait," he said.

Katelyl's muscles tensed subconsciously, and she secretly gripped the armrest of the chair.

"I forgot to tell you, the situation has been rather turbulent lately."

“What do you mean by that?” Cattelel couldn’t help but ask.

"In Lublin, a number of resistance members were hanged yesterday."

"There are always hundreds."

As Cass spoke, a look of regret appeared on his face.

"The patrol pressure is immense, and we've apprehended quite a few suspicious individuals."

"I heard there are women and children involved." "I guess what I mean is that, at this particular moment, my 'partners' naturally have to bear more risk and costs."

“So you’re going to raise prices,” Katelyl said.

“Sigh, I didn’t want to be so direct,” Cass shrugged. “But since you brought it up, let me be even more blunt—”

"Yes, people like you are worth more now."

After saying that, he turned around and sat back down on the stool: "Double the price, a total of 26,000."

"Aren't you afraid we'll just turn around and leave?" Cattel sounded furious.

“Why don’t we give it a try?” Cass waved to the two men behind him. “They don’t really like the idea of ​​‘coming back empty-handed’.”

Seeing this, the man on the left adjusted his center of gravity, spread his shoulders outward, and touched the handle of the gun.

Kate Lyle remained silent.

The atmosphere became tense instantly.

Cass watched them quietly, his eyes slightly narrowed.

"You need to understand that if you back out at this point, the consequences are usually not good."

As if to prove this statement, the wind outside suddenly rose a bit, making the broken skylight creak.

A few seconds later, thunder rumbled in the distance, accompanied by lightning that ripped through the sky.

After a long pause, Zhou Yi spoke up.

“We’re willing to pay.” He reached for his trench coat again. “It’s a very reasonable price.”

Cass blinked in bewilderment at the sight, completely unprepared for the man's cooperation.

He instinctively leaned forward, trying to see exactly how much money was hidden in the pocket—

The next second, he froze completely.

That's not a wallet, and it's not a check.

A gleaming metal rifle emerged from between the fabric.

Zhou Yi's movements were swift, yet absurd to the point of being ridiculous, like someone suddenly starting to run naked around the stage during a magic show.

Cass opened his mouth, but the sound got stuck in his throat.

Then, gunshots rang out.

A flash of fire appeared.

The bullet pierced his upper jaw, and half of the back of his head exploded, with liquid splattering onto the wall behind him.

The "railway worker" on the left reacted a little faster, turning to the side and drawing his gun at the same time.

Unfortunately, before the movement was completed, his knee had already lost control.

In an instant, the body crashed heavily into the corner of the table and then fell to the ground.

Finally, the man threw down his gun, turned around, and ran away.

A muffled thunderclap suddenly erupted.

It was as if a tear had been ripped open in the sky.

The man looked down and felt a dull pain, as if something huge was pressing down on his chest.

The raindrops then began to fall, dense, rough, and torrential.

Another bolt of lightning.

His legs gave way and he collapsed to the ground, his consciousness gradually fading.

Amidst the lightning and thunder, the man vaguely saw the figure standing at the door.

Standing with his back to the light, his facial features were hidden in the shadows.

"boom!"

The final shot was short and decisive.

Zhou Yi put away his rifle and turned to look into the house.

Only after realizing that everything was completely over did Katelyl straighten up.

She stared at the bloodstains on the ground, her throat bobbing slightly, but she didn't dare utter a single word.

Zhou Yi remained calm and composed.

"Keep your documents safe, you'll need them later."

As he spoke, he walked over to Cass's body and squatted down, supporting himself on his knees.

Because it was a trading day, the man didn't have much on him.

Aside from a handgun for self-defense, all that's left is a badly worn old wallet.

Zhou Yi took out the banknotes and counted them, finally revealing a genuine smile.

"Look, we even have money for train tickets now."

He casually tossed the empty wallet back onto the corpse, saying, "Everyone's happy now, that's great."

(End of this chapter)