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Chapter 271 Having backbone? My ass!
Inside the banquet hall, the atmosphere was as usual, with glasses clinking and laughter filling the air.

Kuroda Toshiaki stood by the table, turned to the person next to him, and asked in a low voice, "Why hasn't Kiyoshi returned yet?"

"He's still in the restroom. I'll send someone upstairs to check on him."

Upon hearing this, Kuroda Toshiaki's brows relaxed slightly, and he took a long, black box from the servant's hands.

He took two steps forward and came to the German officers present.

"This is a gift that His Excellency Ito specially brought from his homeland."

"Please allow me to convey his respects to you all."

The German lieutenant general smiled as he accepted the items and opened the box in front of him.

The scabbard was jet black, tightly wrapped in cloth, and had a faint family crest engraved on the end.

Without a doubt, this is a genuine military knife, not a replica intended for decoration.

“On behalf of the Imperial Army, I respectfully present this sword.” Kuroda bowed slightly. “May our cooperation be as strong and fearless as this steel.”

Applause immediately erupted from the crowd.

In the shadows on the second floor, Zhou Yi was looking down at the "impromptu speech" below.

The jacket that resembled the driver's had been thrown away, leaving only the dark shirt with the cuffs rolled up.

"The original plan was to leave none behind," he said softly, just loud enough for the two people beside him to hear.

"but now--"

Zhou Yi paused, then turned to look at Morrison, "With you here, the situation has changed somewhat."

"Do you know how long it usually takes the nearest infantry battalion to react after a shot is fired?"

Morrison swallowed hard, feeling uneasy at the underlying madness in his words.

"About fifteen minutes," he said again.

"Thank goodness we're in the woods," Zhou Yi smiled. "Otherwise it would have been a real problem."

After a brief silence, he asked again, "Have you ever used a gun?"

"Not many. I usually sit in an office and am responsible for intelligence analysis."

"What about the Desert Eagle?"

"To be honest, I've never fired a shot." Morrison shook his head with a wry smile.

"But that thing is the only thing I can bring in; it's a system reward. You know that."

When Katelyl heard the word "system," she was stunned for a moment before her brain started working at lightning speed.

However, her thoughts were quickly interrupted by Zhou Yi.

"As long as it's scary enough," he shrugged. "You two better keep your distance."

"Why?" Cattel asked instinctively.

“Because what’s about to happen,” Zhou Yi stretched out his right hand, and a rifle appeared out of thin air in his palm, “will be very noisy.”

Morrison's pupils contracted slightly.

Zhou Yi stopped explaining, raised his gun, aimed at the crystal chandelier hanging overhead, and pulled the trigger.

A short gunshot rang out.

Immediately afterwards, countless fragments rained down from the sky.

Crystal facets scattered and flew everywhere, landing between the tiles and the tables and chairs.

A moment of blankness.

The guests instinctively stood up, turned around, screamed, and moved slowly—

But Zhou Yi had already changed his posture and started shooting at a steady pace.

As the gun barrels swept across, the crowd fell, rolled, and screamed as if they had been whipped.

Utensils shattered, the world seemed to collapse, and bright red alcohol mixed with blood to form pools of sticky sludge.

The smoke and the acrid smell of gunpowder quickly engulfed the entire space, making it resemble a hellish environment.

The Japanese staff member was struck in the collarbone and fell to the ground on the thick carpet.

The other man tried to escape, but his head exploded open, and he fell straight into the huge cake, his body covered in icing.

The piercing screams rose and fell.

Ketterle knelt on one knee and began suppressive fire on the stairs.

Zhou Yi's pistol actually managed to hit her with some accuracy at this moment.

Only Morrison, clutching that enormous Desert Eagle, treated it like a hot potato.

“Fuck fuck fuck,” he muttered to himself.

After finally getting a good shot, I didn't control the force when I pulled the trigger. The muzzle first dropped down, and then flew backward due to the recoil.

Meanwhile, Zhou Yi continued his advance calmly. He emptied the rifle magazines, then emptied them again.

Finally, groans replaced screams.

The remaining people stopped running away.

They struggled, cried, and convulsed in pain on the ground.

The last gunshot rang out.

Inside the hall, there were a total of thirty-six Japanese people. None of them died, but none of them were able to stand up and fight back.

They were huddled together, their leg bones broken, their abdomens pierced, and their shoulders riddled with holes.

Zhou Yi walked forward slowly, his thoughts racing, and retrieved the pistol from Ketterleil's body.

The military knife is still in its case.

The German lieutenant general completely forgot about its existence as he scrambled to escape.

Kuroda Toshiaki lay beside him, blood gushing from his right leg, struggling to get up.

Zhou Yi glanced at him, not in a hurry to make a move, and reached out to grasp the long knife.

The next second—

A cold glint flashed, and the long sword was drawn.

"Now, I would like to ask you all a question."

"Why are you sons of bitches in Germania?"

As Kate Lyell finished translating, the banquet hall fell into a deathly silence.

The air seemed to freeze.

But that was only for a moment.

Not far away, someone couldn't hold back any longer and began to sob incessantly.

Zhou Yi looked up.

The man looked young, but he had been shot in the abdomen, was convulsing, scratching himself incessantly, and gasping for breath.

After noticing the killer's gaze, she slightly opened her mouth as if to say something, but quickly tightened her lips again.

Seeing this, Zhou Yi remained calm and nodded without changing his expression.

"I can ask the same question thirty-six times."

"Every time, a different person."

As soon as he finished speaking, he leaned down slightly and the tip of his knife sliced ​​through Kuroda Toshiaki's neck.

"What do you think—" Zhou Yi's expression was almost gentle.

"If I started here and skinned this human skin alive, how many minutes could you last?"

Kuroda Toshiaki was so frightened that his pupils dilated slightly and his breathing accelerated uncontrollably.

He instinctively wanted to confess, but he forced himself to hold back, his eyes shifting between Zhou Yi and the knife.

A few seconds later, he closed his eyes again, his muscles tensing as if forcing himself to accept the impending pain.

"You have guts." Zhou Yi's face showed no trace of sarcasm. "I hope you can get off to a good start."

After saying that, he stopped talking, squatted down, steadied his shoulder with his left hand, held the knife in his right hand, and slashed down along his collarbone.

The moment the skin and flesh were roughly peeled off, a wet, sticky sound filled the room.

Blood gushed out, meandering down his chest and staining the carpet a dark red.

Kuroda shuddered suddenly, his back taut.

He endured for a few seconds before completely breaking down, struggling desperately and screaming for mercy, utterly disregarding his previous composure.

"Stop! Don't—don't move! I'll talk! I'll talk!!"

A hush fell over the crowd; no one had expected that the man in such a high position would be the one who couldn't hold on the longest.

Zhou Yi burst out laughing, "I knew it."

He continued working until the body began to convulse violently and the person nearly lost consciousness, then he threw the knife to the ground.

With a sharp clang, everyone present shuddered in surprise.

"Stop playing dead." Zhou Yi raised his hand and slapped the man awake from his near-unconscious state. "You haven't finished speaking yet."

"Why are you sons of bitches in Germania?" Ketterel interjected, seizing the opportunity to point out.

"us."

"us."

(End of this chapter)