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Chapter 315: Cut off and rule forever

Chapter 315: Cut off and rule forever
Washington, D.C.

As the last rays of sunlight lingered on the horizon, orange-red clouds slowly sank into the Anacostia River.

The lighting around the bridge gradually came on, and the dilapidated road surface seemed to still be steaming.

Zhou Yi sat in a second-hand Chevrolet, his laptop resting on his lap.

The open WiFi at the nearby fast food restaurant was terrible, and the connection with TOR made things even worse.

After a long while, a chat box with a rudimentary UI finally appeared on the screen.

—Q1@3: Status. Why hasn't the death been confirmed yet?

—Z: Still busy.

A few seconds later, the employer on the other end fired off several urgent messages like a machine gun.

——Q1@3: Forty-eight hours to go.

—Q1@3: He will be leaving Washington soon. The window is closing.

—Q1@3: Either take action or get your deposit back!!!
—Z: Relax. You'll get results soon. I guarantee it will be what you want.

Zhou Yi typed a few words and then closed the laptop, plunging the carriage back into darkness.

He pulled the binoculars out from under the passenger seat, set them up securely, and adjusted the magnification.

The gaze fell upon the three-story red brick apartment building in the distance.

The curtains were half-drawn, creating an ambiguous atmosphere, and the movement of several figures was faintly visible.

Zhou Yi waited patiently until he saw the scene he wanted.

A middle-aged man was completely naked.
The flavor is quite strong.

If it weren't for the employer's friendly reminder, no one would have guessed that the senator, who presented a good family image on television, had such a little-known hobby.

Zhou Yi looked for another two seconds, then couldn't help but squint.

too messy.

Unfortunately, Bruce Harrison was not present.

According to his usual habits, he should appear again tomorrow.

A few seconds later, the curtains were completely drawn.

Zhou Yi shifted his gaze, flipped through his notes, and made final additions:

——Main Plan

Second floor, west-facing window, with a straight view.
186 meter

Single-pane glass, no film, slight refraction

Firing window: 20:55–22:10
Note: PID confirmation pending.
——Alternative Plan

Front door lock = Kwikset, worn

1.5-layer platform, no cameras
Target room: Second floor, right side, door approximately 2 inches solid wood

——Evacuation

Route A: North Alley → 8th Street

Route B: West side highway ramp → Abandon vehicle under the bridge
Average police response time: 7-9 minutes (radio monitoring)
—Environmental factors

The west-side light is broken, creating natural shadows.

Nearby restaurants close at 11 PM
Neighbor: Left unit vacant (foreclosure auction)
Wednesday Garbage Day
Zhou Yi wrote the last sentence and glanced at the time.

The hour hand is approaching nine.

We can almost wrap up.

Just then, a blurry figure appeared in the rearview mirror.

He was a tall, thin Black man in his twenties, wearing a sweatshirt and his hat pulled low.

His gait was unsteady, clearly indicating he had inhaled something.

Zhou Yi frowned slightly and quickly gathered the things together.

The neighborhood isn't very safe.

Before taking action, try to avoid any unexpected changes.

However, the plan soon fell through.

The Black man walked straight to the front of the car, stopped, and mumbled something unintelligible.

Then, he quickly walked around to the passenger window and knocked on it twice.

"Yo, man, open it quickly. Do you have any cash with you?"

He casually tugged at his belt, revealing the gun handle hidden inside.

Zhou Yi didn't move. "Get out," he said coldly.

The black man laughed excitedly and slapped his hand on the glass with a crisp crack.

"Damn it, I knew you were rich, white car, tinted windows."

"Open the door quickly, before I smoke, you're right here."

Zhou Yi glanced up at the nearby cameras and sighed helplessly.

Such a wealthy legislator, yet he refuses to help his "friend" move to a luxury residence.

They brazenly operated in a predominantly Black neighborhood, seemingly unafraid of being robbed. Zhou Yi rolled down the car window, and a pungent smell rushed in, mixed with a stench.

"Come in," he said expressionlessly.

The black man was stunned.

Then, he laughed even louder, his teeth gleaming in the dim streetlights.

"Ha, that's exactly what I said."

He excitedly pulled open the passenger door and got in, his movements practiced and familiar.

As soon as the car door closed, the air became even more murky.

The Black man eagerly pulled out his pistol: "Now! Give me the wallet, quick!"

Zhou Yi turned his head and stared at the Glock in his hand.

The ejection port on the right side of the sliding sleeve is recessed.

It's not loaded yet.

So Zhou Yi adjusted his gloves and handed over the wallet.

"Aren't you afraid of the cameras over there?" he asked with interest.
Seeing how cooperative the Asians were, the Black man was so happy that he didn't even think about checking them.

"Camera? Man, fuck that shit! That thing been dead for weeks. Ain't nobody watching. We own this block."

(It's been broken for a long time.)
He became more and more smug as he spoke, and even gestured with the muzzle of a gun.

“We robbed three niggas this week, and guess what—no one knows shit!”

(They robbed three people, and nobody cared.)
Zhou Yi nodded, feigning seriousness.

"No wonder the news reports a lot of cases in the area."

Upon hearing this, the Black man was overjoyed, as if he had found a kindred spirit.

"Hell yeah! You read that shit too? That was us—"

Before he could finish speaking, Zhou Yi suddenly moved.

With a flick of the wrist, the gun barrel was forcefully pressed down, and the wallet fell back into the car.

The next second, with a sharp twist, the black man's boastful words instantly turned into a scream of agony.

"FUCK! Aaaah—shit!"

He desperately tried to shrink back, attempting to squeeze into the gap and escape.

too late.

Zhou Yi cocked the gun with one hand, and when the opportunity arose, he shoved the barrel into his mouth.

The cold metal pressed against the back of his tongue, and he nearly suffocated within a few breaths, his eyes rolling upwards.

"Get out of the car," he commanded in a low voice.

A string of indistinct syllables came from the Black man's throat.

Saliva dripped down his chin, causing him to swallow rapidly.

His eyes held a lingering madness, a mixture of fear and excitement.

Zhou Yi didn't wait for him. She used her free left hand to open the car door, pushed it open, and half-dragged, half-pulled him out.

The occasional roar of a car speeding by could be heard from that direction.

Here, half of the bridge is shrouded in darkness.

The Black man staggered and was forced to walk forward.

He looked flustered, and even tried to strike up a conversation, his voice hoarse and hurried:

“Listen, buddy, I have guys, I have brothers! Don’t fucking mess with us! Fuck...fuck...no no no...take the money, take the drugs! Whatever, really!”

The railing behind them was long broken, and below were abandoned railway tracks piled with garbage.
The wind blew by, bringing with it a damp, putrid smell.

Only then did the black man realize that Zhou Yi was serious, and he trembled like a leaf, instantly sobering up considerably.

"Wait a minute! Please, man! I was just kidding! Hey, I'm high, you know?"

He cried out, tears streaming down his face.

"Please don't! I swear I won't! My mom's still here—"

Zhou Yi smiled, his hand holding the gun remaining steady.

"Does your mother know you spend all day loitering here robbing people?"

The black man was almost completely unconscious at this point, and he was shouting incoherently:

"She thinks I work at 7-Eleven—please, man! I don't want to die, I don't want to—"

Before he finished speaking, he took another step back.

The heel was on the edge of a crack.

"Fuck fuck fuck—!" he screamed and reached out to grab, but couldn't reach anything.

The figure arced through the air before crashing into the railway tracks beneath the bridge and being swallowed by the darkness.