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Chapter 356 An Old Friend of the Middle Eastern Peoples

There was an unpleasant, damp smell in the room.

Zhou Yi began to move silently, his gun always pointed at the end of the corridor.

The passageway was quite narrow, barely a meter wide.

There are two iron gates on the right, both of which are closed.

The furthest point connects to the reception hall.

The ceiling was low, and at that moment only a single incandescent light bulb at the far end flickered.

The overall environment is unfavorable for the deployment of firepower.

It cannot provide a continuous shooting perspective, has many blind spots, and is not suitable for quick in-and-out maneuvers.

Zhou Yi quickly arrived near the first door.

There are no markings on top, and the bottom is not covered.

He immediately stopped, adjusted the angle of the handguard, and moved closer.

The room was quite quiet.

There was no obvious sound of fabric rubbing together, but a very faint smell of smoke wafted out.

Zhou Yi bent down and took out a lens that was attached to the extension rod.

Then, it extends close to the ground into the gap.

Part of the image is reflected in the mirror.

A desk, two folding chairs, and a green desk lamp.

A whiteboard and a schedule were posted on the wall.

Two shoe heels are vaguely visible in a corner near the side, and the distance between the shoes is relatively narrow.

Because it was positioned against the wall, it didn't notice this area.

It's obviously a sentry post.

Zhou Yi put away the lens, took a half step back, and rested the butt of the gun against his shoulder.

He lowered the muzzle of the gun, slowly turned the handle with his left hand, and pressed his right shoulder against the door frame.

The breathing sounds gradually became clearer.

The next moment, he strode forward.

The target was passively exposed, and they had no idea what had happened.

Two shots fired in quick succession.

The body fell to the ground with a thud.

Zhou Yi advanced swiftly, swept through the corner, and then sheathed his gun.

There was no one else in the room.

Several Vietnamese documents were placed on the table, with English annotations in the upper right corner:
——Agent Rotation - SAI/5
Ruan Wenxing jogged over and quickly skimmed through the contents.

“This is the local operations personnel turnover record,” he said in a low voice.

“A new batch of recruits arrived three days ago. The two you mentioned were not among them.”

"No Chinese names appeared?"

"No."

They stopped delaying.

The second iron gate is about four meters away from the first one.

The material is thicker and heavier, and the surface coating has peeled off slightly.

Zhou Yi noticed that the handle was relatively new and there were rotational wear marks on the edge of the lock cylinder.

Similarly, the bottom is unobstructed, but no light leaks out.

With a faint metallic scraping sound, I leaned forward and cut into the room.

The view first falls on the front, where there is only a row of stacked folding chairs.

Sweep to the right, empty.

Sweep to the left, empty.

An old printer, not powered on, sits on the wall, with a class schedule pasted on top of it.

The desk drawer was half-open and completely empty.

The only valuable thing was the tape recorder in the corner, but unfortunately, it had been out of power for a long time.

Zhou Yi was not disappointed when he found nothing, and turned to leave.

Nguyen Van Hang kept watch outside. Seeing that he continued to move, he followed him without looking back.

After walking a few steps forward and turning left, I finally arrived at the reception hall.

The space is approximately five meters square.

There is a low sofa on the left, and a wooden spiral staircase to the right front.

Only then did we hear any movement from upstairs.

The gunshots just now probably alerted the remaining personnel.

Out of caution, the other party did not come down voluntarily.

They are waiting.

Wait for support, wait for confirmation of the source within the team, or wait for the undercover agent to respond.

A minute passed.

There was still movement upstairs; footsteps were short and rhythmic, shifting in location.

At least three people were moving, trying to find the best angle.

One person remained unmoved; they should have stayed in the core area or covered the exit.

Zhou Yi had no intention of wasting time with them.

He pressed the butt of the gun against his shoulder and raised the muzzle to an upward angle.

Then, I stepped onto the second step of the stairs.

Go up one more step.

He leaned slightly forward, keeping his eyes fixed on the upper diagonal.

In the area where my gaze fell, a floorboard trembled slightly.

Next stage.

He tightened his left elbow, leaned forward, and stepped onto the platform.

The first person came into view at that moment.

He was positioned inside the passageway, holding a submachine gun and waiting for him to appear.

Zhou Yi cut the corner in advance, tilted to the right along the handrail, and fired immediately with his gun following his line of sight.

The first shot hit the midline of the chest cavity, and the second shot hit the junction of the shoulder and neck.

The target staggered and fell to the ground.

Almost simultaneously, new footsteps came from the passageways on both sides.

The door to the storage room on the left was suddenly pushed open, and a figure knelt down, holding a gun.

The one on the right is trying to cross over to the stairwell to create an intersection.

Da da da da——

A burst of fire followed immediately, shrapnel flying everywhere, but it missed its target. After confirming the location, Zhou Yi retreated in advance, pressing himself against cover.

The man on the right, thinking his advantage had widened, became even more aggressive.

The distance was shortened again.

The next second, Zhou Yi seized the moment when his opponent entered the shooting range.

Two shots in quick succession.

The man lost his balance the moment he was shot, leaned back, and fell heavily to the ground.

The firepower on the left side continued unabated, pouring down in all directions and causing sparks to fly everywhere.

Zhou Yi did not allow the stalemate to continue.

He hid himself in the shadows around the corner of the corridor, waiting for his chance.

Sure enough, the gunfire stopped shortly afterward.

Zhou Yi instantly changed his position, switched the gun to his shoulder, and advanced corner by corner.

Half a second later, a faint light flickered on the other end, and a section of the gun barrel re-emerged.

He got a half-beat first, firing two shots faster.

The first shot hit the collarbone.

The second shot was fired downwards into the chest cavity.

The target collapsed like a deflated balloon.

The submachine gun crashed into the tiled floor.

There was a muffled sound.

There is one last person who has not yet shown up.

They should be assigned to guard the core area according to their roles, most likely in the archives room.

The judgment is correct.

The door to the room at the far end was ajar.

The man is inside.

He squatted in front of the iron cabinet, frantically throwing paper into the brazier.

"Stand up," Zhou Yi said abruptly, startling the man.

The lighter slipped from his hand and fell into the ashes.

The flames shot up very high in an instant.

The man reacted extremely quickly, raising his hands and getting up with a swift movement.

"I surrender. I am not an intelligence officer, I am a soldier. I demand that Article XIII of the Geneva Convention be applied—"

"Shut up." Zhou Yi's expression remained unchanged.

The other party immediately fell silent.

The man was wearing a beige shirt and military boots; his attire didn't resemble that of an office worker.

At this moment, he was covered in sweat, and his eyelids twitched slightly with fear.

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

"Number M-415, I—"

"your name."

Vincent Nguyen.

"Vietnamese?"

"American citizen, please don't kill me, really, I'm..."

Zhou Yi was too lazy to waste words with him and turned to signal Ruan Wenxing to read the document.

Seeing this, the man became even more frightened, and in the end, he urinated.

Dark stains seeped into the pants.

He didn't dare to move, stiffly raising his hands.

Zhou Yi prides himself on being a clean person, and he was unusually disgusted by what he saw.

Meanwhile, Ruan Wenxing was still rummaging through drawers and cabinets looking for clues, but without much progress.

So he lowered the muzzle of his gun slightly and asked:
Have you ever heard of the name 'Daniel Wisniewsky'?

".No."

"Where is Eleanor Lee?"

"No, I don't know." Her voice was even lower.

"Then what are you burning?"

"Documents. Statistics on operatives and local informants."

"Standard operating procedures require that emergency situations be handled with priority."

Upon hearing this, Zhou Yi couldn't quite describe his feelings.

Disappointment, or—fortunate relief?
Disappointed, I tried hard for half a month but got nothing.

Fortunately, my father seemed to have little connection with them.

The man misunderstood Zhou Yi's silence and thought things had taken a turn for the better.

He was about to say something excitedly—

boom!
The bullet pierced his skull.

A fist-sized gash exploded on the back of his head, spilling matter all over the ground.

As soon as Ruan Wenxing turned around, he felt a warm sensation on his face.

His eyelids twitched, but he dared not react, afraid that his expression would anger Zhou Yi.

The other person's body was lying on top of the documents that were half-burned.

The flame went out with a hiss.

Ruan Wenxing quietly wiped his face and whispered:
"The existing documents do not mention those two people."

"The rest were all action reports and internal affairs."

After he finished speaking, he paused for a moment and then picked up one of the papers.

"This does mention what you asked us for before."

"Fragmentation rounds?" Zhou Yi put away his rifle, walked over, and took the documents.

I flipped through two pages, but couldn't understand anything.

“Yes.” Nguyen Van Hang nodded.

"The document comes from the South Vietnamese military and mentions an unregistered stockpile."

"The list includes detonators, fragmentation rounds, M18s, and a small number of M67s."

Does it have an expiration date?

"Ah."

"Alright, something is better than nothing."

Zhou Yi raised his head and moved his neck slightly.

"Later I'll teach you a unique skill that our desert friends have."

(End of this chapter)