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Chapter 339 Who are you hooking up with?

Outside Saigon City, in the northern suburbs of Jiading.

The torrential rain had just stopped, and night was falling.

The ridges between the fields were filled with silt.

A few occasional barks of dogs could be heard in the distance, but silence soon followed.

This farmhouse originally belonged to a family that fled to Hue.

There was a small pond and a few banana trees next to the low wooden fence.

Ruan Wenxing had just finished using the toilet and was walking back from the backyard while pulling up his pants.

He was only nineteen years old and came from My Hagi, a village in the lower reaches of the Kowloon River.

Tonight's mission is to be responsible for the evacuation of our comrades.
Once they rescued the instructor from prison, they would lead the group to retreat to the northwest.

They changed vehicles, crossed the river, and entered the liberated area.

Jiading, Xinping, and Guzhi.

The route map is clearly imprinted in my mind; I can recite it with my eyes closed.

It was just nightfall, the rain had just stopped, and the muddy ground was still damp.

Ruan Wenxing pondered this in his mind and slipped into the house.

The next second—

The whole person stood there in a daze.

The oil lamp on the table was still lit, its flame flickering.

But somehow a strange man appeared.

He stood there motionless, carefully examining the map in front of him.

His clothing was unusual; he had broad shoulders and a stable center of gravity.

He doesn't look like a cadre, nor does he look like a farmer.

Ruan Wenxing subconsciously reached for the short knife at his waist.

Only one thought flashed through my mind.

Exposed.

He didn't shout, but quietly moved closer while the man still had his back turned.

Immediately afterwards, he stepped forward with his left foot, grabbed a knife with his right hand, and slit the throat from bottom to top.

However, before the knife tip arrived, the man suddenly moved.

Slightly tilt your head, turn your body, and raise your right arm.

Ruan Wenxing felt a blur before his eyes, and his wrist was twisted and he was deviated from his direction.

He was greatly alarmed and immediately changed his tactics.

He lifted his toes, using the momentum to sink down, trying to get close to the opponent's lower body.

Unexpectedly, the man advanced instead of retreating and quickly retaliated.

Rotate the right hand inward, circle the left palm along the back of the elbow, and thrust down the hip.

As Ruan Wenxing staggered, the dagger slipped from his hand and fell to the ground.

He almost instinctively lunged forward, leaning towards the other person's side.

However, the man seemed to have anticipated this, taking a half step to the left to avoid the attack.

Ruan Wenxing's charge failed, his center of gravity shifted outward, and he tried to regain his balance.

At the same time, an arm reached out and clamped down on her right shoulder and neck.

Nguyen Van Hang attempted to counterattack with his elbow, but it was dodged again.

Taking advantage of the situation, the man spun around and pressed him against the table.

The oil lamp shook violently upon impact.

For a moment, the room was filled with flickering light and shadow.

Nguyen Van Hang gritted his teeth, attempting to use joint dislocation to counter-control the situation.

But before the movement could even begin, the opponent had already adjusted their position.

He held his neck firmly with his elbow and gripped his left arm with his other hand.

Suddenly, Ruan Wenxing felt as if he were locked in by steel bars, unable to move.

Breathing obstruction and blurred vision.

If you struggle any longer, it will dislocate.

"Relax, I mean you no harm."

Zhou Yi sighed softly and spoke.

"I have some questions that need to be answered."

"Can you understand what I'm saying?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the boy actually stopped moving.

Zhou Yi was pleasantly surprised to see this. After waiting a few seconds, he slowly released his grip.

Ruan Wenxing stared at him without saying a word.

His eyes were calm, like still water.

Just as Zhou Yi was about to take a half step back to conduct a security check—

The boy suddenly bent down and touched his waistband.

Zhou Yi reacted instantly and grabbed his left hand.

Ruan Wenxing struggled desperately as if provoked, trying to bite through something.

damn it.

Zhou Yi cursed under his breath, grabbed his chin with his right hand, and pressed his knee against his shoulder and back.

With a "crack," the joint dislocated.

Ruan Wenxing groaned, his forehead pressed against the ground, sweat dripping down his face.

Zhou Yiteng used his right hand to operate, quickly looping and tightening the nylon rope.

“Listen, I really don’t want to hurt you,” he whispered.

"I'm not your enemy."

Ruan Wenxing pursed his lips, staring at the mud splatter beside him, refusing to look up.

"What's your name?" Zhou Yi asked.

He was answered with silence.

Zhou Yi wasn't in a hurry. He helped the boy sit up, leaned against the wall, and set his joints.

“My name is Zhou Yi,” he said calmly. “Wang Xiaolai Yi.”

"What year is it now?"

Ruan Wenxing endured the dull pain in his shoulder, but insisted on remaining silent.

Zhou Yi shifted his gaze to the calendar and smiled.

"I guess. June 3, 1965."

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"This is where?"

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"Banana trees, red soil, tropical lowlands, and crisscrossing river networks."

"Yellow background with three horizontal stripes, and the printed map indicates Jiading and Guzhi."

"This is South Vietnam, outside Saigon."

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"Then tell me, why are you in the outskirts of Saigon?"

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Seeing his reaction, Zhou Yi wasn't annoyed and continued her analysis.

"When facing an intruder, react decisively and go straight for the throat, rather than grabbing them."

"So, you're not a militia member; at the very least, you've received formal military training."

"Most likely you belong to the Vietnamese. Sorry, you're from the Southern National Liberation Front, right?"

This time, Nguyen Van Hang unconsciously swallowed.

He slightly raised his head and quickly glanced at the man in front of him.

Zhou Yi, however, seemed oblivious and continued speaking at a leisurely pace.

"As for why you're here?" His voice was very soft.

"It seems to be related to the hand-drawn drawings on the table."

"Thick walls, watchtowers, one-way access, and room units arranged in a modular fashion."

"You are planning an operation against this prison."

"The next thing to discuss is the purpose."

“Protesting against Nguyen Van Thieu? That’s not your style.”

“A retaliatory attack? The US embassy seems like a more efficient option.”

"Perhaps it's a rescue—not very common, but it does happen."

"This is usually used for highly important figures who have been arrested. Secretary? Instructor?"

Ruan Wenxing was suddenly struck, his breath hitched slightly, and he involuntarily looked away.

Zhou Yi immediately laughed, his expression showing a hint of understanding.

"It seems I guessed it right."

After speaking, he went to the bamboo chair, examined it for a moment, and then sat down.

Now, let's go back to the original question—

"What's your name?"

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Ruan Wenxing stared intently at the man in the black coat, remaining silent for a long time.

Time stretched on endlessly, and all that remained in my ears was the chirping of insects.

He didn't move, but his fingertips were trembling.

Now it's hard to say whether it's out of fear or understanding.

My mother's words of advice, the instructor's face, and the riverside path by the village.

There are too many regrets to sort out.

In the end, Nguyen Van Hang simply said, "Shoot."

Zhou Yi sighed heavily, his face showing a sense of helplessness.

"Don't be so stubborn, child. I'm not your enemy."

“I had countless opportunities to kill you, but I didn’t choose to do it.”

As he spoke, he pulled a pistol from his waistband.

"Okay."

Press the release button, and the magazine falls into your palm.

The next second, the slide was pulled back, and the bullet was caught steadily.

“That’s called having choices,” Zhou Yi said.

"Take him as proof that I am extending goodwill."

"After all, your plans are no secret to me."

The boy's Adam's apple bobbed, and he fell into a long hesitation.

After a long pause, he took a deep breath, as if he had finally made a decision.

“Nguyen Van Hang, my name is Nguyen Van Hang.”

His voice was hoarse.

Zhou Yi nodded.

"very good."

He casually placed the bullet on the table.

“Nguyen Van Hang, please remember what I’m about to say.”

"Because it will be a matter of life and death for all of you."

Zhou Yi paused, carefully observing the boy's expression.

Confusion, doubt, and a hint of barely perceptible curiosity.

They're about to take the bait.

His tone remained steady.

"Your rescue plan is tantamount to mass suicide."

“Someone wants me to help you.”

"Or at least, don't let you all die here."

"In exchange, you need to find two people for me."

(End of this chapter)