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Chapter 5 Sodom

The basement is in a very secluded location, with the entrance hidden in a corner of the kitchen and covered by a lot of cleaning supplies.

Zhou Yi, carrying two cans of gasoline, stood in the shadows, staring in astonishment at the scene below.

It was like another world.

Dim lighting enveloped the vast underground space, with red and purple lights flashing and intertwining, creating an eerie and mysterious atmosphere.

On the velvet sofa in the center of the hall, naked men and women were entwined together, their skin glistening with sweat as they pressed together.

The air was filled with the pungent smell of perfume and alcohol, mixed with the slightly sweet chemical smell of drugs burning on tin foil.

The sound insulation here is excellent.

Even though things were in uproar at the top, the lewd people below were unaffected and unaware of the quietly approaching danger.

After studying it carefully for a while, Zhou Yi felt like he was about to get a sty, so he simply took out a pistol from his pocket and fired three shots at the ceiling.

Gunshots rang out like thunder.

The men and women, still somewhat conscious, screamed and scattered, only to be stopped by Zhou Yi's stern shouts:

"Everyone get down on your knees, hands behind your back!"

After a brief period of panic, the crowd complied, leaving only a few people who had completely lost their minds still twitching on the sofa.

Zhou Yi walked slowly to the center of the hall, his gaze sweeping over them:

"Who is Boco's manager?"

Everyone had their heads down.

in silence.

"Who is Boco's manager?"

Silence remained his only response.

Zhou Yi wasn't annoyed. He casually grabbed the woman who was closest to him and dragged her in front of the crowd.

The woman screamed and struggled, kicking her legs wildly on the ground.

However, when the cold muzzle of a gun was pressed against his forehead, he fell silent instantly.

"I asked one last time, who is Boko's manager?"

"I don't know, I don't know, I'm just a prostitute, I'm just a prostitute!"

The woman closed her eyes and kept repeating the same thing.

Having no patience to wait any longer, Zhou Yi coldly forced her to kneel on one knee, facing the cowering crowd.

With the gun barrel pressed against her temple, the icy touch made her shiver uncontrollably.

“I’ll count to three and point them out.”

"one."

The woman shook her head frantically, tears streaming down her face, but her throat felt like it was being choked, and she couldn't squeeze out a single syllable.

"two."

Zhou Yi pressed her finger on the trigger slightly, and the slight click made her feel dizzy.

Finally, just as she was about to shout "three," the woman completely broke down.

"Wait! Wait a minute!"

Her voice was hoarse and urgent, "Over there! Those two men!"

As soon as she finished speaking, the woman raised her right hand, trembling, and pointed to the two people lying in the corner: "It's them! It's them!"

Zhou Yi looked up and followed the direction she was pointing.

Two men wearing silver masks were huddled together against the sofa.

Having gotten the answer he wanted, Zhou Yi stopped making things difficult for the woman and released her, warning everyone:
"Next, everyone who doesn't want to die, cover your ears."

The person pressed against the wall was a fat man, weighing at least 200 pounds, with a silver mask tied behind his head that barely covered half of his face.

The fat man was clearly still high on his feet. He showed no fear when he saw Zhou Yi approaching, and instead swayed as he tried to stand up.

Listening to his incoherent mumbling, Zhou Yi calmly asked, "Are you sober now?"

The man shook his head and chuckled, offering no reply. Zhou Yi didn't tolerate him.

Knowing they wouldn't get anything out of him, they immediately shot him and sent him away.

The second person's face twitched violently after realizing Zhou Yi's ruthlessness, but he had no choice but to face the turned gun barrel directly.

He swallowed hard, and finally mustered his courage to speak:
"Brother, we can talk. I'm willing—"

Before the words were even finished, they turned into screams of agony.

The blood quickly stained the floor red.
The man clutched his knee, which had been pierced by a bullet, writhing in pain, yet still repeatedly begging for mercy.

Zhou Yi remained unmoved: "Where is your money from risking your life?"

Despite gasping for breath in pain, the man tried to evade the question: "I...I'm just a nobody. I don't know anything. I'm not a manager. I don't know."

Listening to this pointless nonsense, Zhou Yi didn't say anything more, and raised his hand to shoot him in the thigh again:

"You have three minutes. Before you bleed to death, tell me what I want to know."

The man's face was deathly pale, and sweat mixed with tears streamed down his face.

He struggled and gasped for breath for a long time, but finally gave up resisting and said in a trembling voice:

"I have a private warehouse, in that abandoned container area at the port of Ilheus, number 27, the password... the password is Jre29ma. Please... please save me."

Having obtained the information he wanted, Zhou Yi nodded and pulled the trigger without hesitation.

boom!
The people lying on the carpet nearly fainted after the series of gunshots, their breathing becoming rapid like that of dying animals.

Zhou Yi did not intend to exterminate them all.

After all, I'm not someone who particularly admires violence.

However, to avoid missing any important information, he decided to try one last time.

Signaling everyone to remove their hands from their ears, Zhou Yi asked in a deep voice, "Who among you can provide intelligence?"

No one answered.

Only suppressed sobs echoed in the air.

A little while later, just as Zhou Yi was about to leave, a faint sound suddenly came from beneath his feet:

"Sir, wait! I have information!"

Upon hearing this, Zhou Yi looked down and discovered that the speaker was a pale-faced, nearly naked young man.

"Emilio stuffed 240 kilograms of goods here, right in the sofa over there."

Seeing that Zhou Yi didn't react, he forced himself to explain:
“This batch of goods came from a different source. It didn’t come from the south, but was provided by a few people who are very close to Boko.”

The man gritted his teeth, his voice trembling even more: "I...I was once called to serve them...I recognized the leader as Rocha, a colonel in the police department."

Upon hearing this, Zhou Yi waved his hand, interrupting his story.

It's nothing more than a classic case of police-criminal collusion, nothing new.

Therefore, it seems that these people do not have any more high-value information.

Unwilling to delay any longer, Zhou Yi took a metal thermos covered in electrical tape from his backpack and threw it in the center of the room.

He then unscrewed the gasoline can and poured it on the location where the young man had pointed out where the drugs were hidden.

The pungent smell spread quickly, and a sense of unease began to creep in among the crowd.

Seeing this, Zhou Yi did not stop them, but coldly warned, "After I leave, you have sixty seconds to escape."

After saying that, he turned around without looking back, his figure gradually disappearing at the end of the dark staircase.

After a brief silence, the suppressed fear burst forth like a balloon exploding.

The people who had been huddled on the ground, as if given a new lease on life, rushed towards the exit like madmen.

Screams, shoving, and chaotic footsteps filled the air.

Then,

boom--!
A massive fire engulfed the entire underground space, turning all the evil buried within to ashes.

(End of this chapter)