Starting from South America, speeding through the world

Chapter 268 Real Experience
Sunlight filtered through the layers of sycamore leaves and spilled onto the street.

There are still three hours until the banquet begins.

Hirata Koichi, dressed neatly, walked out of the hotel's main entrance.

He wore a black suit with a metal badge on his chest and his shoes were polished to a shine.

Like all new collaborators invited into the inner circle, he was both nervous and smug.

He walked down a few steps and moved along the edge of the courtyard wall toward the garage.

The black Mercedes was parked there.

The driver sat in the driver's seat, his hat brim pulled low, revealing only his chin.

Hirata, without a hint of suspicion, opened the car door and sat directly in the back seat.

The next second—

"Click."

It's locked.

The driver turned his head around.

Hirata froze.

It was an extremely unfamiliar Asian face.

His skin tone is dark, and his facial features are sharp.

His eyes, hidden in the shadows, were calm and restrained, revealing no emotional fluctuations.

His right hand was gripping a black pistol.

“If I were you,” Zhou Yi said softly, “I would choose to keep quiet now.”

Hirata opened his mouth, about to say something, when he heard the crisp sound of a gun being cocked.

"Your name is Hirata Koichi, right?"

"On the surface, he is a merchant, but in reality, he belongs to the Imperial Department of Commerce."

"You were supposed to come by train from Prague. You were lucky to escape this disaster."

"But your colleagues weren't so lucky."

"For example, there was a guy named Kishida, whose death was not a pleasant one."

"Let me think, what did he say before he died?"

"Just kidding, he didn't actually say anything."

"Because his entire head exploded, a piercing blast, the wound was bigger than a fist."

Upon hearing this, Hirata's eyes showed even greater terror.

He had seen the horrific scenes on the train in the internal reports; they could be described as mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

More importantly, the usually resourceful Germans were completely helpless against the murderer.

Meanwhile, Zhou Yi continued his narration calmly.

"Tonight's dinner will be held in Schwarzenwald, in that building with arched windows in the forest."

"Many representatives from Japan and Germany will attend, under the guise of celebration."

“I guess you want to ask me how I know all this?” Zhou Yi winked at him.

"It's very simple. I bribed some people, fabricated a few disappearances, and even spent some time tracking them."

"Finally, I found you."

"My jackpot."

After he finished speaking, the carriage fell into a brief silence.

Hirata couldn't help but swallow, trying to calm his rapidly beating heart.

His hands rested stiffly on his knees, and he dared not move, for fear of causing a misunderstanding.

“Now, sit up straight,” Zhou Yi said.

“A friend is lying in the trunk, holding a rifle, HK G95A1, M995 bullets.”

“I guess you’ve never heard of this model before, so let me give you a brief explanation.”

"Its kinetic energy is enough to penetrate the entire car."

“Go in through your spine, smash your liver, tear your aorta, and then through your left chest.”

"You will not die immediately."

"You'll have spasms, go crazy in pain, and your brain will try to keep you awake."

"But your lungs will quickly fill with blood, your trachea will feel like it's on fire, and you can only follow your instincts and struggle to breathe."

"Within thirty seconds, you will lose control of your bladder and vomit, and in the lingering remnants of your consciousness, you will feel your pulse growing weaker and weaker."

Hirata's face was deathly pale, and he dared not move a muscle, only his rapid, distorted breathing remained.

Zhou Yi looked at him, her words carrying a hint of sincerity.

“However, this is not my first choice.” “I want you to go in alive, greet them and bow according to their rules, until I say stop, and then leave alive.”

"Understand?"

Hirata shuddered, as if he wanted to speak, but in the end he just nodded frantically.

“Very good.” Zhou Yi reached out his left hand and patted his knee.

"Then let's set off."

Wednesday afternoon, the streets were sparsely populated.

The scenery only gradually opened up after we left the city.

The towering, gray buildings were gradually replaced by dense forests.

After driving for another ten minutes or so, brand-new sentry signs and mobile roadblocks were erected on the asphalt road.

Zhou Yi slowed down slightly, one hand on the steering wheel and the other on his leg, his hat brim pulled low to cover half of his face.

The soldier in front raised his hand to signal the car to stop, took a few steps closer, and pulled out a register.

Two more people carrying metal detectors came around from behind.

"Lord Nishijima Masaya?" The soldier glanced at the license plate number, then quickly checked the pass and the guest list.

"It's me," Zhou Yi said matter-of-factly.

The man in the ID photo has a round face.

But the soldiers were not particularly alert.

The photos were taken a long time ago, and with so many Japanese guests today, the sheer number of photos made them visually overwhelming and less easily recognizable.

"You're fifteen minutes early," he said casually.

"The road conditions are good." Zhou Yi didn't explain further.

The soldier pursed his lips, closed the register, and gestured to the two men beside him.

"Welcome." He returned all the documents to him. "Go straight ahead for 500 meters, and there will be someone to meet you at the entrance."

Zhou Yi lightly pressed the accelerator, and the car restarted.

As the sun sets, the light is no longer glaring, turning the entire forest into a soft orange-red.

The banquet had not yet started, but more than a dozen cars were already parked not far away.

Several German staff members in black uniforms were talking at the entrance.

Occasionally someone would look up and glance over, then immediately look away.

Zhou Yi slowed down and parked the car in the far right position.

Adjacent to the hedges and tool shed, it forms a partial visual blind spot.

Hirata took two deep breaths and looked up at the man in the driver's seat.

"What should I do now?" he asked in a trembling voice, trying to suppress his fear.

Zhou Yi smiled and said, "Get out of the car with me, and be natural."

He opened the car door first, stepped onto the gravel road, and walked to the back of the car.

Hirata followed with mechanical steps, but his gaze darted back and forth.

Zhou Yi placed his right hand on the edge of the trunk and gently lifted it.

In the dimly lit, cramped space, the woman was curled up next to the corpse, using her arms to support her body as she moved outwards.

Her cheek was pressed against the cold corpse, and the debris beneath her creaked and crunched.

There were no guns.

No blood.

But the smell and the scene made Hirata stagger backward, and then he turned around and ran.

However, before the cry for help could be uttered, a hand pressed firmly against its mouth.

Zhou Yi turned his head and quickly glanced at the main entrance of the building.

Nobody was paying attention to this side.

There is also no refraction from the glass.

The trunk lid forms a perfect blind spot.

So, his arm sank down—

Click.

Hirata's body went limp, like a broken puppet, and he was lifted up by the collar and thrown in.

Zhou Yi glanced down at his watch.

"Perfect," he said, tossing the keys back into the car and slamming the trunk shut.

"It's almost time for dinner."

　The author hasn't fully recovered, and typing for a long time is still a bit tiring π__π
　　
　
(End of this chapter)