Starting from South America, speeding through the world

Chapter 51 Non-stop
Twenty-one hours ago, Santo Domingo.

Zhou Yi stood in Diaz's studio, examining the passport in his hand.

The dark blue cover features gold-stamped lettering—

República Dominicana.

His new identity allows him to enter Brazil without a visa.

"Should we run it through the machine again?" Diaz asked.

Zhou Yi nodded and handed over the documents.

The passport was placed in the electronic sensing area, and after a few seconds, the data was successfully read, and the chip functioned normally.

“Perfect.” Diaz stroked his chin with satisfaction. “Don’t worry, you’ll have no problem taking this to the airport.”

"The remaining balance." Zhou Yi took a wad of banknotes from his jacket pocket and placed them on the table.

This time, Diaz didn't rush to put it into the money detector. Instead, he casually joked, "Doing business with you is much more comfortable than dealing with those drug dealers."

Zhou Yi smiled upon hearing this, said nothing more, said "See you later," and turned to leave the room.

As you walk into the back alley, a warm breeze carrying the scent of the sea blows through the narrow streets.

Zhou Yi took out a slightly crumpled note from his pocket, unfolded it, and glanced at the address on it.

27 Capiota Street, Esperanza Community.

It's not far, just a few blocks away.

After carefully putting his things away, Zhou Yi pulled up the hood of his sweatshirt and walked quickly towards the location.

The note had Castells' address written on it.

Sofia's ex-boyfriend who had been harassing her for days.

Sofia didn't want Mario to know about this.

More precisely, she didn't want anyone involved in an unnecessary brawl, or worse—a killing.

Therefore, Zhou Yi had to spend two days confirming Castel's hiding place himself.

Zhou Yi wasn't sure why she had to get involved in this matter.

This shouldn't be his style.

But for some reason, the girl's eyes kept appearing in his mind, and he couldn't shake them off.

Or perhaps, it had nothing to do with others, but that clear gaze reminded him of the darkest and most painful years of his childhood.

Castells' apartment is on the fifth floor and there is no elevator.

Zhou Yi climbed the stairs unhurriedly and stood by the door.

With a thought, the pistol within the system appeared in his palm.

Push the safety off and load the gun.

He raised his hand and knocked on the door.

"Boom boom boom!"

Footsteps sounded from behind the door, and a moment later, a wary voice rang out: "Who's there?"

"You ordered a pizza, come and get it now," Zhou Yi said, deliberately mumbling.

Castells paused for a moment, then grew even more impatient: "I didn't order any pizzas, so don't fucking bother me."

"Fine, since you didn't pay for it, I guess I'll just have to throw it away," Zhou Yi said, pretending to prepare to leave.

One second, two seconds.

Click——

The sound of chains sliding could be heard.

Sure enough, Castells took the bait, tempted by the free food.

The door opened a crack, and he poked half his body out, frowning as he called out, "Hey—"

However, before he could utter a second word, a cold gun barrel was pressed against his forehead.

Zhou Yi said calmly, "Raise your hand, stop talking nonsense."

Castel, his face filled with terror, instinctively did as he was told.

But soon, he recognized Zhou Yi's face, his expression relaxed slightly, and he forced a smile: "Hey, hey, brother, relax."

“I don’t want to fight you because of that bitch Sophia, okay?” “She’s yours now, do whatever you want with her, I don’t mind.”

Zhou Yi did not respond, but pushed the door open and entered, his gun still pointed at Castel, forcing him to retreat step by step.

Once inside the room, Zhou Yi closed the door behind him. "Sophia said you have a car?"

Castel paused for a moment, then nodded quickly: "Yes, yes, I have a car."

A 00 Toyota Corolla?

“Yes, yes, brother, take it if you like!” Castel said with a smile, still raising his hands. “You don’t have to make such a fuss over a bitch like Sophia. Really, she’s not worth it.”

"Give me the key, and slow down."

Castel swallowed hard, slowly lowered his left hand, took out his car keys from his pocket, bent down and placed them on the ground, carefully pushing them to Zhou Yi's feet.

“Okay, okay, brother, take it, it’s all yours.” He tried his best to sound friendly.

Zhou Yi's expression was inscrutable. He paused for two seconds before bending down to pick up the keys.

In that instant, a ferocious glint flashed in Castel's eyes, and he turned abruptly, lunging at the dining table beside him.

boom!
Gunfire rang out.

The moment he touched the Glock magazine, he collapsed to the ground.

A bullet pierced the back of his head.

Blood flowed on the floor, staining his cheeks red.

Zhou Yi put away his pistol, took the car keys, opened the door, and walked out.

A few minutes later, a silver-gray Toyota Corolla drove away from the apartment area and onto the main road.

The plane took off three hours later.

Zhou Yi arrived at the airport ahead of time.

He had no checked baggage or carry-on luggage, so the security checkpoint was almost completely clear for him.

The staff checked the passport, verified the information, and then stamped it with an exit stamp.

"I wish you a pleasant journey."

There was no unnecessary questioning, nor any extra attention.

The journey was exceptionally smooth.

Ten hours later, Zhou Yi had barely felt anything as he landed at El Salvador International Airport.

The cabin door opened, and passengers disembarked one after another.

Wearing sunglasses, Zhou Yi walked calmly and unhurriedly with the flow of people toward the border inspection.

He waited in line for less than ten minutes before it was his turn.

Customs officers took the passport and placed it on the scanner. As the electronic chip was read, information appeared on the screen.

Juan González, a citizen of the Dominican Republic.

His background is clean, with no criminal record.

The staff member glanced up at him, then stamped his passport with a blank expression.
Welcome to Brazil.

Zhou Yi took the document, nodded slightly, put it away, and walked out of the hall.

He bypassed a group of passengers still waiting for their luggage and headed straight for the airport exit.

The automatic door opens.

The sun was bright, and a wave of heat hit us.

A long line of taxis stood in the parking area, with drivers standing in twos and threes along the roadside, keeping a close eye on every passenger leaving the terminal, trying to snag the next fare.

Just then, a driver in a white shirt with dark skin approached, waving and saying enthusiastically, "Want a taxi, sir? Fair prices, your satisfaction is guaranteed."

Zhou Yi stopped, glanced at the other person briefly, then nodded, opened the car door, and got in.

Seeing that the fare was secured, the driver immediately went around to the driver's seat, started the car, and looked at the man in the back seat through the rearview mirror: "Where do you want to go?"

"Flamenco District".

As Zhou Yi spoke, he rolled down the car window, lit a cigarette, took a deep breath, and exhaled the smoke. "Flamenco District, 168 Condebapendi Street."

(End of this chapter)