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Chapter 261 TAIPEI
Kishida fell to the ground, his elbow hitting the metal rail, wincing in pain.

But he didn't have time to groan; he just trembled and curled up.

The commotion outside the door had been silenced by the earlier shouts, and was replaced by hushed conversations.

In the end, the military police did not rush in, but instead followed the bandits' "advice" and retreated ten meters to re-form their ranks.

The loudspeaker began repeating the message, its tone restrained yet its attitude resolute.

Zhou Yi put away his pistol and sat down on the sofa in the corner.

“Well done,” he said softly. “Congratulations on buying everyone more time.”

Ketterle quietly switched hands and moved his somewhat stiff right arm a couple of times.

Kishida was still lying on the carpet, his whole body convulsing like a drowning person.

Zhou Yi glanced at him and spoke slowly.

"The second round is the Q&A session."

"You have three seconds to answer the question. A poor answer, slow speech, or lying—"

He smiled and said, "Then we'll die together."

"Translate it for them."

As Ketterle spoke, the faces of everyone present grew paler, but they nodded stiffly under the threat of the gun.

"And you?" Zhou Yi asked ambiguously, glancing at Kishida, who was trying to play dead.

"Do you understand?"

The man was suddenly called upon and dared not delay for a moment.

He forced himself to his feet, his fear overwhelming him, blood and tears dripping onto the carpet.

"Yes, yes, we understand."

"very good."

Zhou Yi raised one finger.

"first question."

Where do you come from?

Everyone remained silent.

Several of them secretly cast their gazes toward Kishida.

The man was stunned at first, then his expression changed, and he tried to evade the question.

"We...we departed from Taipei, flew to Prague, and then transferred to a special train."

After he finished speaking, he looked at his companion with a flustered expression.

"Right? Isn't that right?"

No one answered.

"Speak now!"

"Don't fucking pretend you don't know!"

Some people looked away, while others simply closed their eyes.

Zhou Yi ignored the farce unfolding before him and raised his second finger.

"second question."

"What is the purpose of your trip? Who do you want to see?"

After Cattel finished translating, the only sound in the carriage was the announcement playing repeatedly from the overhead loudspeakers.

Kishida's face grew increasingly pale, and his temples throbbed uncontrollably.

He gritted his teeth, looked around, and found that everyone was avoiding his gaze.

The colleagues I had been hoping for have all turned to stone.

A few seconds later, Kishida suddenly let out a cold laugh.

“Fuck you,” he said. “You’ve all betrayed me.”

"Kill them, kill them!" Kishida's plea was tinged with hysteria.

"Eliminate all these traitors, and I will tell you everything you want to know."

"Shhh."

Zhou Yi gestured for silence again and raised his pistol: "Calm down."

"I assure you, those who don't cooperate will die."

As soon as the words were spoken, someone instinctively shook their head, wanting to argue.

too late.

"Our main task is to negotiate resource swap agreements. It also involves the re-division of some shipping routes."

Kishida's voice revealed an impatient tone.

"Initial contact was made with the people from the Imperial Resources Bureau in Prague, and then we went to the capital for further negotiations."

"The third question," Zhou Yi paused, "is all the diplomatic personnel on this train?"

Kishida glanced behind him.

"No, there are others, representing the military, who secretly arrived in Germania three days ago."

“They…they are different from us; they stay at the Schwarzenwald Hotel, which is of a higher class.”

The train showed no signs of slowing down and continued to speed forward.

Outside the window, the distant mountains rise and fall like waves.

Zhou Yi stared at the gray sky and suddenly felt a little lost.

He didn't know how to phrase his questions so that they wouldn't seem so deliberate.

However, time waits for no one.

"you--"

Finally, Zhou Yi took a deep breath and asked, "Do you think ** still exists?" Kishida was taken aback by his question.

His lips moved, but he couldn't utter a word.

"Is it because I don't know?"

He nodded, then shook his head, cold sweat beading on his forehead, his voice barely audible.

The surroundings fell into dead silence.

Kishida tilted his head back, trembling uncontrollably.

He tried to read some emotion in the stranger's eyes, but he couldn't see anything.

Blood trickled down his temples, and Kishida finally broke down, saying:

"I...I really don't know which one you're referring to."

"South*? Kun*lan* or...or Man*?"

In the end, almost all that remained were murmurs.

After a moment, Zhou Yi turned to look at Katelyl.

"Where are we now?"

The woman was startled, but quickly realized what was happening.

"It's about a few tens of minutes' drive to Wrocław."

Zhou Yi clapped his hands.

"That's enough for today."

He straightened up, stretched his shoulders, as if he had finally finished some long meeting.

A moment later, Zhou Yi's gaze returned to the group of dazed Japanese.

"Get up, all of you, and get out."

"You are free."

No one dared to move.

Katelyl turned her head sharply, her face full of confusion.

Zhou Yi showed no intention of explaining and waved for her to put away her weapon.

"let it go."

"They are free men."

"Tell them not to make me regret my kindness."

A moment of hesitation flashed through Kateryl's mind, but she still translated it truthfully.

One second, two seconds.

A bold man was the first to get up and carefully move towards the door.

Then, more people joined in.

One by one.

Until only Kishida remained.

He stood there motionless, seemingly dazed.

"You should go too," Zhou Yi said. "Line up properly and don't cause me any trouble."

Only then did Kishida snap out of his daze.

His expression was awkward, his face a mixture of bruises and discoloration, but he still staggered and joined the departing group.

The car door is opened.

A gentle breeze blew in, dispersing the thick stench of blood.

“Why?” Cattel asked.

Why let them go?

"You really intend to—"

Do you know how many people a single M995 armor-piercing round can kill?

Zhou Yi interrupted her question, his tone almost gentle.

Katelyl was completely taken aback and just stared at him blankly.

"Actually, I don't know either," Zhou Yi shrugged.

"However, as someone once said, practice is the sole criterion for testing truth."

With a thought, a black rifle appeared out of thin air.

"I think it makes sense."

"Cover your ears."

The next second, the trigger was pulled hard.

"Da-da!"

"Da-da!"

"Da-da!"

Under the precise semi-automatic firing, short bursts of gunfire rang out in the narrow carriage.

The military police on guard at a distance were not spared either.

They had been hesitant and had no idea that "releasing the hostages" was just a pretext.

Their vision was obstructed by the swaying body, and their defenses were in disarray.

Then, the air tore apart, flesh exploded, and bones flew like shattered ceramic.

The viscous liquid was stuck to the walls, and the entire passageway was almost covered in asphalt.

(End of this chapter)