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Chapter 342 I'm very angry!
Saigon.

The sunset had just faded, and the sky was a grayish-blue.

A faint hint of rose-red remained among the clouds.

Faded flyers were pasted on the low utility poles.

Government propaganda slogans have long since become blurred and illegible.

Nguyen Van Hang quickly looked around before looking away.

He had just returned from the alley next to the post office.

The dead letter box was located behind a loose tile in the ruins.

He slipped the note in, not even daring to check if it was inside, and turned to leave.

The man had been sitting on a rattan chair nearby for quite some time.

The white shirt sleeves were rolled up, and a newspaper was spread on his lap.

"Are you done?"

Zhou Yi heard the footsteps stop and asked without looking up.

Ruan Wenxing nodded, but he still felt uneasy.

The note was brief, only stating that the operation had failed and the entire team had been wiped out.
And a stranger saved him and seemed to be planning to rescue Chen Tinghe.

It's uncertain whether such information will be trusted by superiors.

Nguyen Van Hang stood there, hesitant and undecided.

He originally thought he would die in the northern suburbs of Jiading.

Now, however, he is traveling with a man of unknown origin.

There were no orders, no plans, and not even explanations.

Where do you think they'll be locking up Chen Tinghe right now?

Zhou Yi turned to the next page of the newspaper and looked at the pictures.

“I don’t know,” Nguyen Van Hang said honestly.

“But he was definitely moved away.”

“When something like this happens, important prisoners are sent away as soon as possible.”

"To be specific, that's top-secret information."

Zhou Yi didn't reply, but instead took out a cigarette from his pocket, lowered his head, and put it in his mouth.

A match is struck, and smoke rises.

Ruan Wenxing stood there for a while longer, and seeing that he still didn't speak, he finally gritted his teeth and asked again:

"Do you...do you have a rescue plan?"

"Of course. Who do you think would know where he was moved to?"

"The military, but I don't know which unit."

“Then let’s go to the military.” Zhou Yi shrugged.

That was said too easily; Ruan Wenxing didn't understand it at first.

"You mean, go ask them?"

"But we still don't know which unit is in charge."

Zhou Yi folded the newspaper twice, turned it back to the previous page,

Then I showed him a title printed in bold.

"Look at this one."

Ruan Wenxing paused for a moment, then touched his chin somewhat awkwardly.

"This is French, and I'm not very good at reading it."

"It's a brilliance and a challenge to the communist party. It's a challenge. It's a challenge. It's courage and discipline."

(The 3rd Infantry Battalion of the 2nd Military Region bravely suppressed an uprising in the suburbs of Jiading. A high-ranking officer was captured. The government praised the troops for their heroic performance.)
Zhou Yi closed the newspaper.

"They probably don't want to lie about things that require them to be in the public eye."

Ruan Wenxing didn't understand what it meant at first.

After a long pause, he finally said dryly:

"You're not really planning to go ask them, are you?"

"why not?"

"What method do you mean by 'go'?"

“It’s very simple.” Zhou Yi stood up and patted the dust off his trousers.

"Let's go there first and look around as we go."

Ruan Wenxing was stunned, unsure whether the other party was serious or had gone mad.

He wanted to say something more, but remembering the man's skills, he ultimately chose to swallow all his doubts.

"Okay. I'll lead the way."

The outskirts of the city have nothing to do with the word "prosperous".

After leaving the main street, the brick houses began to shrink and the plaster peeled off.

The alleyway is lined with long, slanted power lines and hanging wooden doors.

The two walked along a drainage ditch for more than ten minutes.

The ground gradually changed from cement to soft loess.

The soles of the shoes sank into the mud, stirring up fine pebbles.

After walking a while longer, it got completely dark.

Finally, the gray military camp came into view in the distance.

The iron gate was wide open, and there was no one on guard duty.

There wasn't even a watchdog.

There were three vehicles parked nearby: a truck and two cars.

Just then, several scantily clad women were walking inside when they happened to run into men in casual clothes coming out. Laughter erupted from them.

Ruan Wenxing paused, turned his head, and asked Zhou Yi for his thoughts with his eyes.

Unexpectedly, the latter only said one sentence: "Follow me."

So they went inside.

No one stopped them, and no one even noticed their existence.

The main building of the camp was dimly lit, with light shining through the end of the corridor.

Zhou Yi strolled around, checking each door one by one.

When he reached the corner, he suddenly stopped and his gaze fell on the sign.

“Read it,” he said, “what is this room for?”

Ruan Wenxing quickly leaned over and looked for a few seconds.

"Military Affairs Records Room".

Zhou Yi nodded. "That's enough."

He drew his gun with his right hand, slung it behind his back, and then pushed the door open and entered.

The room wasn't too small, but it only contained a table.

A man in a second lieutenant's uniform was sitting on the left.

Several stacks of documents were buried underneath the wine bottle.

The man looked up, realized someone had intruded, and didn't react for a moment.

"You are—"

Before he could finish speaking, Zhou Yi approached him and stared down at him.

"Stand up," he said succinctly.

The lieutenant was about to get angry, but when he heard English, he hesitated.

“I said—stand up,” Zhou Yi repeated.

The lieutenant, unsure of his intentions, hesitated before getting up.

Unexpectedly, just as he stood up straight, he was hit in the stomach with a short, straight punch.

The man's face twitched in pain, and he instinctively opened his mouth to scream.

The next second, the black muzzle of the gun was already pressed against the upper palate.

"Who is your battalion commander?" Zhou Yi asked.

The other person struggled in terror, whimpering through their throat.

Zhou Yi was pulled forward two steps by him, and then simply pushed him into the stool.

Then, he controlled the gun with his right hand and picked up the bottle on the table with his left.

With a "crack," the glass shattered into pieces.

Blood gushed out immediately.

"Who is your battalion commander?"

The man suddenly felt pain and desperately arched his back, trying to escape his restraints.

"explain."

".Nguyen.Nguyen Van To."

"Was he speaking his real name?" Zhou Yi asked without turning his head.

Upon hearing this, Ruan Wenxing, knowing full well that he was blind, shook his head first before speaking:

"I am not sure."

"Then let's assume he's telling the truth."

As Zhou Yi spoke, she exerted a little force to control the wildly shaking man:

Where does Nguyen Van To live?

"Don't do this, I—"

The glass was pushed in a little further, making a chilling sound.

The man's pleas for mercy were abruptly interrupted, turning into a series of screams.

"I've been very irritable lately," Zhou Yi said calmly.

"Time is limited, don't force me to shoot a hole in your head."

At this moment, the man could no longer bear the pressure and broke down in tears.

"District 3, behind Bianqing Market, No. 28"

He spoke breathlessly, his face streaked with saliva and tears.

"There's a printing shop next door; that's the house he just got."

"Remember?"

Zhou Yi raised his voice and asked.

Ruan Wenxing was stunned by the scene before him.

"I," he took a deep breath, "I've got it."

"very good."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhou Yi drew his pistol, grabbed his head, and twisted it violently.

Click.

The body collapsed.

"Let's go."

"Quick victory."
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The author is really angry.

Image and text unrelated, many years ago.

Can you guess what scene it is?

(End of this chapter)