Starting from South America, speeding through the world

Chapter 303 Here's Johnny
A damp evening breeze swept across the vast cornfields, accompanied by the chirping of insects.

Matteo, carrying his rifle, couldn't help but yawn.

Night watch is a grueling job, especially in this desolate place surrounded by farmland, with no cars and no people.

He leaned against the wooden stake, took a few puffs of his cigarette, and glanced down at his watch.

0:38.

My friend is squatting in the tree, scrolling through videos.

Neither of them took the matter of vigilance too seriously.

The ranch's roadblocks and firepower were intimidating enough, and the military and police were all their own people.

Suddenly, a strong urge to urinate surged up.

Matteo flicked his cigarette butt on the ground, walked a dozen meters away, and circled around to the shadows by the fence.

The surrounding bushes rustled, and the wind seemed to be getting stronger.

He supported the gun with one hand, unzipped his pants with his left, and let out a long breath.

However, something seemed to have changed, though he couldn't quite put his finger on it, but it sent chills down his spine.

Immediately afterwards——

A bright arc with a long tail slashed straight down from the depths of the sky.

boom! ! !
In an instant, everything was torn apart.

The shockwave, carrying heat and dust, slammed into my body, making my nose sting.

Matteo instinctively crouched down, and the flashlight slipped out of his pocket and rolled into the ditch.

A second explosion followed immediately afterward.

This time it was even closer, as if the entire ground was trembling.

He heard voices—shouting, cursing, and commands—which were immediately swallowed up by a deafening roar.

It wasn't a stray bullet, it wasn't a shootout.

It's a fucking war.

war of the Damned.

Matteo's throat tightened, he grabbed his rifle and ran outside.

He ducked and charged forward, the corn leaves leaving fine scratches on his face and arms.

A third explosion followed, and debris rained down on their shoulders.

Matteo nearly tripped over his own rifle, staggering as he ran, breathless.

Behind me, someone was firing an AK wildly, bullets whizzing through the air in a chaotic display.

Matteo didn't want to know what had happened.

He just wanted to leave, as quickly and as far away as possible.

After vaulting over the barbed wire fence, Matteo landed with his knees twisted, almost falling to his knees.

Almost at the same time——

boom!
Brains splattered.

I didn't feel anything.

The darkness swallowed the last glimmer of light before their eyes.

On the distant hillside, Jim confirmed that the target was completely lifeless.

He released the trigger, adjusted his breathing, and whispered into his headset, "Ranch clear."

HVT not detected.

"receive."

"Keep observing."

The villa's corridors were narrow and dimly lit.

The air was filled with the pungent smell of gunpowder and blood.

Zhou Yi extended his right foot outward against the wall, sweeping the gun barrel along the direction of his line of sight.

He kept a low profile and quickly made his way to the next doorway.

Inside the restaurant, chairs were overturned, and the tablecloth was splattered with bloodstains that had not yet dried.

A dozen seconds later, the sound of rapidly approaching footsteps came from the right.

Zhou Yi immediately raised his gun and fired two short bursts, hitting the attacker cleanly in the chest.

Before the body fell to the ground, he pressed the muzzle of his gun against the door line and cut in, keeping his left hand close to the handguard to stabilize the gun, while his right shoulder and upper body moved together to clear the corner.

The room is dimly lit.

Through the night vision goggles, I saw a pile of luggage bags under the bed, with no heat source and no movement.

So Zhou Yi didn't linger and retreated back into the corridor.

I took a few steps forward, stepped over the AKM that had rolled to the ground, and heard a sound of movement coming from around the corner.

He raised the gun directly and pre-pressed the trigger along the corner of the wall.

Three short bursts of fire accurately struck his chest, spraying blood onto the lime wall.

Two low-wattage light bulbs hung on the stair landing, casting shadows that extended to the upper floor.

Zhou Yi crouched down and climbed the stairs, his aim hovering at chest height on the highest step.

Just as we cut to the third angle, the wooden door on the left was suddenly pushed open.

At the same time, a figure leaned out, holding a short-barreled shotgun.

Zhou Yi opened fire immediately.

The bullet shattered the collarbone, and the second bullet pierced the neck.

The body was propelled back into the room by the recoil. He then entered, lowering and raising his gun repeatedly, checking each corner in turn to ensure it was safe.

At this moment, the gunshots outside the villa became increasingly sporadic.

Jim's announcement came through the headphones, mixed with slight electrical noise.

—Target on the southeastern outer edge fell to the ground
—Three people got out of the car quickly. Correction: Two of them were armed. Resolved.

—A man armed with an AK fled northwest. He was intercepted but found to have no vital signs.

Suddenly, Zhou Yi noticed a subtle metallic friction coming from the innermost storage room.

The sound of pulling the bolt and loading a bullet.

He quickly confirmed the angle, kept the muzzle covered, pulled the stun grenade from his chest with his left hand, and flicked his wrist to throw it diagonally through the gap.

Half a second later, a burst of light and a deafening roar filled the small space.

Zhou Yi stepped in and locked onto the target's upper body.

Before the enemy could react, their eyes had already been burned blind.

The first shot hit the chest, and then the skull was pierced.

The rifle slipped and fell to the ground.

Zhou Yi took the opportunity to press the release button.

The old magazine slipped out, was caught, and placed side by side with the new one. It was then pushed in the opposite direction, the heel of the palm pressed down to the bottom, and a light tap confirmed that it was locked in place.

The next moment, Jim's voice rang out:
"A suspicious target has been spotted in the reception room at the far end of the third-floor east side. No security personnel were seen."

The message was brief, and the tone carried a clear sense of uncertainty.

After Zhou Yi replied, they continued their advance, and there were no more threats on either side of the corridor.

He quickly stopped at the doorway and listened intently—

Unstable breathing sounds.

It usually comes from injury or panic.

Zhou Yi slipped inside and found the room dimly lit with the curtains half-drawn.

In the corner, a man was curled up, his shoulders shaking, as if he were sobbing.

Hearing the noise, he slowly raised his head, revealing a familiar face.

"Mario Lopez Valdes?"

Zhou Yi was a little surprised, completely unexpected that his casual guess would actually be correct.

Upon hearing this, the man's Adam's apple bobbed, and panic flashed in his eyes:

"Yes. I beg you, don't shoot."

"Whatever you want... I... I promise—"

Before he could finish speaking, Zhou Yi interrupted him.

"Who are you waiting for here?" he asked with great interest.

The man's pleas for mercy were interrupted. He swallowed hard, and just as he was about to deny it, his gaze fell on the muzzle of the gun.

A deathly silence fell over the surroundings.

One second, two seconds.

The unbearable pressure made him breathless and his whole body tremble uncontrollably.

Then, disregarding everything else, he spoke in a trembling voice:
"Ismail. Ismail Mario. El Mayo. He. He."

"He's hiding underground. I... I know where he is, I..."

"You're very cooperative."

Zhou Yi commented and took two steps forward.

The shadow fell, completely enveloping Valdes' face.

The man tried to argue, but his jaw was chattering and his breathing was disordered.

"No...you don't want to kill me, I am the governor," he said incoherently.

"You don't want to argue with the government—"

Before he could finish speaking, Zhou Yi released the rifle from his chest, knelt down, and drew a military knife from his waist belt.

The metal gleamed with a cold luster under the dim light.

Zhou Yi reached out, grabbed Valdes's hair, and forced him to expose his neck.

Sensing what was about to happen, fear completely overwhelmed the man.

My heart rate spiked, and my limbs began to twitch uncontrollably.

“I don’t want to do this,” Zhou Yi sighed and said in a low voice:

"Unfortunately, my dear employer really enjoys this kind of bloody program."

The saber was pressed against the side of the neck, and a little force was applied.

In an instant, blood gushed out.

A short hiss came from Valdes' throat, which then turned into a drowning gasp.

A few seconds later, he collapsed, powerless and no longer struggled.

Zhou Yi released his grip, letting the body fall to the ground with a thud.

He sheathed his sword, wiped the action camera on his chest to make sure the lens was clear.

The next second, Jim's slightly excited report came through the earpiece.

"HVT is running, northwest exit, within 200 meters."

"quick!"

(End of this chapter)