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Chapter 340 Killing One Person in Ten Steps

"Who are you looking for?" Ruan Wenxing's voice was soft, tinged with confusion.

"Two people."

"Who is that?"

"Two Americans."

The room quieted down, with only the hissing sound of the oil lamp burning.

After a while, Ruan Wenxing asked again.

Why do you want to find them?

Zhou Yi smiled and lightly patted the documents on the table.

"A very smart young man."

"It's a pity that now is not a good time for interrogation."

At this point, he looked down again at the boy on the ground.

"Tell me the location of the prison."

"Then take me there."

Upon hearing this, Ruan Wenxing lowered his eyes and fell silent again.

Zhou Yi sighed.

“I understand,” he said. “You were frightened.”

"A skilled stranger suddenly appeared in the safe house."

"You're afraid of accidentally leaking information and ruining the entire operation."

"But I regret to inform you."

Zhou Yi paused for a moment, then lowered his voice, "The operation was doomed long ago."

Upon hearing this, Ruan Wenxing's shoulders trembled, and he subconsciously pursed his lips.

Zhou Yi noticed his reaction and reached out to grab the battle map on the table.

“First, the intelligence verification was insufficient.” He held up the crumpled paper.

"You've narrowed down all the key points to the same perspective."

"There are no pre-positioned observation posts or any remote confirmation points on the map."

"The vehicle change, meeting point, and route were almost entirely determined by a single ground reconnaissance mission."

"This isn't a tactic, it's a gamble."

"Second." Zhou Yi twitched the corner of his mouth.

"The transfer and maneuver operations lack firepower concealment design."

He raised his hand and pointed to the bottleneck section of the road on the map.

"You set up the vehicle change location in a place with a wide field of vision and few bunkers."

"On the side are drainage ditches and open field ridges."

“Any design centered on mobile transfer must consider the three things of ‘covering, suppressing, and retreating’ in parallel.”

"Without these, once the formation is broken and the rear vehicles are blocked, all that awaits you is slaughter."

"Third, and most fatal, we were too optimistic about our assumptions about the enemy."

"You set the government forces' response window to twenty minutes."

"This is not an assessment, this is a wish."

“Since Nguyen Van Thieu came to power, the internal situation in South Vietnam has changed rapidly.”

“The frequency of mobilization of Saigon’s security forces, gendarmerie, and police has increased.”

"The involvement of the US advisory team is also increasing."

"There may even be routine nighttime patrols."

"Twenty minutes six months ago will most likely become ten minutes now."

Fourth. Do I need to mention a fourth point?

Ruan Wenxing still dared not raise his head.

He understood that those loopholes were real.

He understood that normal actions should not be rushed.

But this time is different.

The people being imprisoned are so important that they have to take the risk.

After a long pause, Ruan Wenxing finally spoke, his voice hoarse, as if it had been ground by grit.

Even if what you said is true.

"Even if you want something from me, it's too late."

"The operation has begun and will end soon."

Zhou Yi listened quietly, without any surprise on his face.

"So, you're the one in charge of providing backup."

Nguyen Van Hang remained silent, neither admitting nor denying.

"."

"Since you've put it that way, then that's a real shame."

Zhou Yi raised an eyebrow, stood up, and picked up the bullets from the table.

Goodbye, Nguyen Van Hang.

"I hope you're not the only Viet Cong in this area."

"Because the person I'm looking for has a time limit for seeing ghosts."

As he spoke, he quickly glanced at the countdown on the system.

Then, press the bullet back into the magazine, push it in, and pull the slide to chamber the round.

There was a "click".

Zhou Yi smiled at Ruan Wenxing and was about to leave.

The next second—

Rapid gunfire rang out in the distance.

First came two short bursts of fire.

What followed was a series of chaotic counterattacks.

Intermittently, it pierced the silent night sky.

Zhou Yi stopped and turned to look at the boy.

"Did you hear that?"

"Just like I said, the operation failed."

Ruan Wenxing's face instantly lost all color.

"Let me go." He struggled to get up from the ground.

"They need me."

Zhou Yi, on the contrary, became interested and sat back down in his chair:
"What do you want to do?"

“There’s a gun under the haystack outside—my gun.”

Suppressing his unease, Nguyen Van Hang spoke as calmly as possible.

"I'm in charge of providing backup. My job is to ensure their safety."

Zhou Yi's gaze swept across the doorway.

"The ones opening fire now are most likely the South Vietnamese military police."

"Listen, the distance is about three or four hundred meters—far, but not too far." "Single shots with long rifles, short bursts, accompanied by continuous rapid fire."

"It's highly likely that rifles combined with light machine guns are used for suppression."

His gaze returned to Nguyen Van Hang.

"Going out alone is just sending yourself to your death."

This time, Nguyen Van Hang did not beg again.

He endured the pain and tried to reach the confiscated dagger.

Zhou Yi stood up and stood in front of him.

“I can let you go, Nguyen Van Hang.”

The lights behind him blurred his face, and he was completely shrouded in shadow.

But you have to tell me—

"Can your contact person give me what I want?"

Ruan Wenxing gritted his teeth and tried to get around Zhou Yi, but soon lost his balance.

He fell down with a thud, struggled to get up, but Zhou Yi grabbed him and pressed him down.

"answer me."

"No, yes. Give me back the knife, please, let me out."

Ruan Wenxing struggled desperately, but to no avail.

Give me a definite answer.

Zhou Yi sighed, grabbed his collar, and simply dragged him up.

“If you don’t want them all to die there, tell me.”

Nguyen Van Hang was breathing rapidly.

Fear, shame, and anger surged through my chest like a tide.

He opened his mouth, but no sound came out.

At the same time, Zhou Yi's orders became increasingly urgent.

"tell me!"

"tell me!"

Until the very end, those words echoed in the air.

Like iron and stone colliding, whether it was an illusion or not, it shook people's minds and made them uneasy.

Ruan Wenxing felt blood rush to his head, his ears were ringing, and his vision went black.

He gasped for breath, almost roaring:
"Yes! The person you're looking for is Chen Tinghe!"

"He's the one we're going to save tonight!"

"He can help you find anyone you're looking for!"

Zhou Yi released his grip and threw him back to the ground.

"very good."

"Stay here and don't move. I'll be back."

As soon as he finished speaking, he took off his black coat and draped it over the back of the chair.

Night fell over the fields.

The air was thick with moisture, as if it were about to drip down at any moment.

Zhou Yi extended his right hand, and with a thought, a rifle appeared out of thin air.

Nothing could be seen clearly around us, but thankfully the noise was still going on—

The shooting rhythm was chaotic.

Occasionally, screams and angry shouts were interspersed throughout.

Less than 300 meters away, the enemy was at the edge of the rubber plantation on the other side of the rice paddy.

Zhou Yi bent down and moved along the ditch.

My gaze shifts between night vision and naked-eye vision as I search for the outline of my target.

As the firelight flickered, he counted four people.

The two men were carrying M1 Garands.

One of them is carrying a K-50 submachine gun.

The last one was carrying an RPD light machine gun.

The one they were chasing was a Viet Cong fighter with strips of cloth wrapped around his arm.

His body was covered in dark marks, it was hard to tell whether they were blood or mud.

Zhou Yi didn't rush to fire.

A faint southerly wind.

It does not affect shooting.

He then adjusted his posture to maximize his field of vision within the cover.

The man holding the RPD stopped and knelt down to re-press the feed belt.

Hey.

Tap the trigger lightly.

The man paused, then collapsed.

The remaining three didn't even realize what was happening.

When they realized that their comrade had died inexplicably, they panicked.

Someone shouted something nervously.

In an instant, bullets flew wildly, scattering and splashing up bursts of muddy water.

Zhou Yi fired a few corrective shots from the spot.

The gunfire stopped after only fifteen seconds.

The only sound in the forest was the rustling of the wind.

Zhou Yi scanned the area and, finding no new threat, approached the figure.

By the dim light of the fire, he discovered that the man was soaked in blood.

Despite being shot in the left leg and barely breathing, he still tried to crawl forward.

Zhou Yi walked over, knelt on one knee, and hung the rifle on his chest.

"Don't move," he whispered.

The Viet Cong soldier, upon suddenly hearing the foreign language, understood its meaning.

Zhou Yi reached out and checked his pulse, then sighed.

"Do you have any words for Nguyen Van Hang?"

The man's eyes were unfocused. After recalling for a long time, he managed to squeeze out a few words.

“Tell him that if he fails, they will all die.”

"Report to your superiors. Report to your superiors."

Zhou Yi stared at him.

"Aren't you afraid he'll betray you?"

The man's lips twitched, as if he wanted to laugh but couldn't.

"He won't, I know him. Ruan—"

He was only halfway through his sentence when his head lolled to the side, and he stopped breathing completely.

(End of this chapter)