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Chapter 267 Relax

The woman walked ahead with her head down, her steps very light.

"Where's the restroom?" Schneider asked warily.

"It's on your left."

The suite was too quiet and too clean.

The trash can was empty, the furniture was arranged too neatly, and even the creases in the curtains looked as if they had been ironed again.

But that one smell still lingered, clinging to the surroundings.

Schneider left the woman by the wall and entered with his pistol.

At first glance, the tiles were dry and the mirror gleamed.

There were small hairs and light-colored stains at the bottom of the pool.

Schneider first checked behind the shower curtain; it was empty.

I opened the toilet lid again, and found nothing unusual.

The sound of water dripping was like someone had just washed something.

"Sir?" the woman called softly from outside, her voice filled with doubt.

Schneider thought for a moment, then stepped out and continued walking inside.

Just after turning the corner, something bounced towards me from the side.

He hadn't even fully reacted when the blade sliced ​​through the muscles on the side of his neck.

Schneider tried to raise his gun, but his wrist was twisted behind his back.

Immediately afterwards, the entire Walther P38 was snatched away by a great force and pressed against his chest.

However, Zhou Yi did not fire the gun; instead, he used the force to push him to the ground.

The second cut was deeper, slicing diagonally into the artery.

The blood spread rapidly, splattering onto the tiles and wallpaper.

Schneider's eyes widened, and he let out muffled breaths.

One second, two seconds, and then there was no more movement.

At the same time, the outer door was pushed open again.

"Stumshar?" The young voice was hesitant.

"What happened? Do you need my help?"

Their footsteps quickened, and they drew ever closer.

The moment Katelyl turned around, the man had already entered the room.

He saw corpses lying on the ground, pools of blood, and Asians who shouldn't be there.

The young man was terrified, his mind going completely blank.

He involuntarily opened his mouth—

"Don't!"

Ketterel lunged forward, trying to hold down the young man's right hand as he reached for his rifle.

With all his might, he staggered backward and crashed heavily into the wall.

Just as the young man finally came to his senses and struggled to push the woman away, Zhou Yi walked over carrying a military knife.

"Relax."

As he spoke, he grabbed the young man's hair and pulled him back, exposing his neck.

The next second, a knee slammed into his abdomen, forcing him to kneel on the ground.

Accompanied by an uncontrollable gagging sound, the sharp blade cleanly sliced ​​across the throat.

Blood gushed out, quickly and profusely.

Catley couldn't dodge in time and got sprayed all over her face.

She instinctively reached out to wipe it away, but what she touched was warm and slippery.

The young man's body was still convulsing, his fingertips were trembling, and his vision was unfocused.

Zhou Yi didn't look at him, but simply used his toes to turn the corpse over.

In an instant, even more blood flowed.

It gushed out from the open wound, spreading along the cracks in the floor tiles.

He sighed resignedly, picked up a few old newspapers and haphazardly covered it to prevent the thing from leaking out.

The smell of rust in the air became increasingly unbearable.

Zhou Yi glanced in the direction of the bathroom.

"Five minutes, go downstairs through the west passage," he said.

Kate Lyle was still in a daze.

"Go wash your face and get yourself clean. Wipe the soles of your shoes too."

"Let's not delay, let's set off as soon as possible."

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In less than the time it takes to smoke half a cigarette, Katelyl returned to normal.

"This is probably the least formal attire I've ever seen," she said seriously.

Upon hearing this, Zhou Yi looked down at his coat.

Single-breasted, grey jacket—it looked every bit like a driver's uniform. "Let's not treat this like a banquet," he said. "We're not going there for dinner anyway."

The two walked through the corridor and came to the stairwell.

The iron gate was old, and when you pushed it open, you could see several light bulbs flickering incessantly.

The hotel has a low-ceilinged concrete garage on its basement level.

This place was originally a temporary bomb shelter built during the war.

It was later converted into a closed parking area exclusively for hotel guests.

The ventilation shaft is narrow, causing sound waves to bounce back and forth inside.

The ramp leads from the southwest corner to the ground.

Zhou Yi stood in the shadows of the corner and took out the bag of Marlboro cigarettes he had brought from the modern world from his pocket.

As the smoke rises, the nicotine smoothly enters the lungs—familiar and reassuring.

Katelyl leaned over and reached out for one.

With a click, a flame leaped up, illuminating her lowered eyelashes and casting dappled shadows.

She coughed lightly twice, but didn't say anything more.

Although the white-gold packaging has a texture that is clearly out of date.

A few minutes passed.

A series of clattering sounds of heels approached from afar.

The target has finally been set.

Zhou Yi, with a cigarette in his mouth, only looked up when the man was less than three meters away from him.

“Nishijima Masaya?” he asked.

The man paused, then turned around warily to look at him.

"Who are you?" The confusion on his face gradually turned into tension.

Zhou Yi shrugged and pulled out a pistol from behind his waist.

"Open the trunk," he said calmly.

The man swayed, and his face drained of color.

"Don't tell me who you are... I..." he said in a panic, barely able to form a complete sentence.

"Open the trunk."

Zhou Yi repeated himself, lightly hooking the trigger with his finger.

The man swallowed hard.

With trembling hands, he pulled the key from his pocket and tried twice before successfully unlocking it.

Zhou Yi, still holding the gun, said in broken German, "Climb in."

"Please, please, I didn't do anything, I just came here."

Zhou Yi stopped speaking and silently took two steps closer.

With no other options, the man could only do as instructed, tears streaming down his face.

He turned around, bent his knees, and knelt down tremblingly, holding onto the edge of the car with both hands, and squeezed his whole body inside.

Zhou Yi holstered the gun behind his back, then bent down and placed both hands on Xidao's head.

"What...what are you going to do?" The man was still making a last-ditch effort. "I have family...I—"

"do not move."

Zhou Yi's movements were very gentle, as if he were conducting an examination.

Immediately afterwards——

Use your left hand to stabilize the back of your head, and use your right wrist to generate force.

Click.

There was a crisp sound.

Zhou Yi released his grip, letting the corpse fall limply back into the trunk.

He took one last deep breath and stubbed out the cigarette on the sole of his shoe.

Then, he pulled off the other person's hat, patted it a couple of times, and put it on his own head.

"Is everything resolved?" Cattel's voice came from not far away.

Zhou Yi nodded. "Get in the car."

Kate Lyle walked over.

She looked down at the curled-up corpse, sighed, and finally climbed up.

The space, already cluttered with miscellaneous items, became even more cramped.

They were almost completely immobilized.

The trunk was closed from the outside.

Zhou Yi stepped into the driver's seat, inserted the key, and started the engine.

With the roar of the engine, he pulled his hat down low again and turned the steering wheel.

The car drove out of the hotel.

(End of this chapter)