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Chapter 65 Fuck you
Bucharest, Romania.

The bedroom window was half-open, and the city lights reflected off the glass, creating blurry images.

Zhou Yi slumped into the single sofa, downed the whiskey in his glass in one gulp, and casually tossed the burnt-out cigarette butt into the bottom of the glass.

The spark extinguished in the liquid with a faint hissing sound.

On the coffee table sat a military knife. The blade was sharp and had just been disinfected with alcohol.

It's time to test the effectiveness of the system rewards.

My experience in the bathtub the day before yesterday has proven that this product is much more than just a simple scar removal agent.

But what are the specific limits? How fast can it heal? Are there any side effects?

You'll have to find the answers to all these questions yourself.

Zhou Yi exhaled, no longer hesitating, and reached for the military knife.

"Alright, let's see how this thing is."

He muttered to himself, pressed the blade against his left forearm, and made a light cut.

A thin, long gash appeared instantly, and blood immediately seeped out.

It's not very deep, but deep enough to observe the healing process.

Zhou Yi squinted and observed carefully.

The liquid dripped down his arm and gradually pooled into a small, scarlet puddle on the plastic tray below.

A few minutes later, the bleeding gradually stopped, and the skin and flesh at the edges began to heal.

interesting.

But it's still not enough.

Zhou Yi pondered for a moment and decided to try deepening it a little more.

at this time--

Hey.

The phone vibrated.

Zhou Yi paused, his gaze sweeping across the screen.

No number was called.

Zhou Yi frowned, and with a bit of force, he slashed his forearm with his general's knife.

The skin and flesh split open again, even more severely than before, and fresh blood gushed out.

However, less than two seconds later, the phone started vibrating again.

This is a short message.

"Whatever bullshit plans you have, stop right now and report to MKAB[1], a C-17 will be taking off at 0500Z[2]."

Zhou Yi scoffed at the familiar, arrogant words.

Blood flow slows down, and you can even see tiny tissues continuously contracting.

Awesome.

Thinking to himself, Zhou Yi pulled over a cotton swab and pressed it against the wound.

Hey.

My phone vibrated again; this time it was a video call.

Zhou Yi ignored him and directly pressed the hang-up button.

However, less than two seconds later, the phone rang for the third time, with an air of determination to get what it wanted.

That's fucking damn good.

Zhou Yi cursed under his breath and used his left hand to turn off his phone.

Hey.

A new message pops up.

"Answer the phone now, stop playing dead. It's James calling you, not me."

Upon seeing the name, Zhou Yi paused for a moment.

James R. Carter.

CENTCOM, J2, O-9.

Damn it, if they're contacting me now, they're definitely up to no good.

I reckon the people in Dubai are their people.

Zhou Yi took out a cigarette, lit it, and took a deep drag.

A video call request popped up a moment later.

Zhou Yi sighed and picked up the phone.

A familiar face appeared in the picture.

Lucas Carter.

The man sat upright at his desk in the apartment, with several black and white photographs hanging on the wall behind him.

"Tell me, what do you want from me?"

Lucas stared at Zhou Yi for a few seconds before demanding, "What the hell were you doing in Dubai?" Zhou Yi took a drag of his cigarette and replied unhurriedly, "Sleeping with women. What? Never tried it?"

Lucas's expression remained unchanged, but his eyes turned cold: "Sleep with a woman? Or kill a woman?"

Zhou Yi sneered: "You called me in the middle of the night just to interrogate me about my nightlife?"

"What, has DIA[3] been doing nothing lately and started meddling in other people's private affairs?"

"No wonder Congress keeps cutting your budget; they must have a lot of free time."

"Stop talking nonsense, John, you've gotten yourself into big trouble in Dubai."

"What trouble? I didn't know anything about it."

"Don't play dumb. Five corpses, and your Asian face? What the hell are you doing on Fahd's turf?"

"If it weren't for James's intervention, you would have been on the register long ago."

"Very good, it seems I'm quite valuable to you." Zhou Yi flicked his cigarette ash and took another sip of wine.

Lucas ignored his attitude and continued, "Whatever you're looking for, whatever you're trying to do, stop right now."

"The evidence has been cleared up, and the CIA has also issued warnings. All those in the know will shut up."

"sounds good."

What should I say, thank you?

You really should say thank you.

"So, in exchange, I need you to pack your things now, head to the air force base, and then come to Washington to see me."

"Impossible." Zhou Yi refused without hesitation.

"To be honest, even if they do find out who I am, they won't do anything about it."

“I know this system better than you do, so don’t try to lie to me.”

Lucas paused for a moment, seemingly considering his words, before finally saying, "John, don't be so confident."

Nothing in this world is absolute.

"Oh? Does that sound like you're telling me I should be afraid?"

"This isn't a reminder, it's a fact. Don't think you can stay detached forever."

"If you're only looking for me to talk about philosophy, then goodbye."

Zhou Yi lost interest in continuing the conversation and was about to end the call after finishing her sentence.

"Wait a minute." Lucas couldn't hold back any longer and quickly called out to him, "Something big is happening, and he needs you there."

"How big is it?" Zhou Yi stopped what he was doing.

"Big enough to shut you up and get on the plane."

Zhou Yi rolled her eyes. "If you keep playing games, I guarantee you'll never find me in your entire life."

Lucas's face darkened further. He took two deep breaths and lowered his voice to explain:
“Don’t be silly, John. You know he doesn’t contact you for no reason.”

"So what?" Zhou Yi asked coldly, a cigarette dangling from his lips. "He needs me to do things, so he has to give me a reason."

"You'll find out the reason when you get back."

"Fuck you, Lucas."

After Zhou Yi finished speaking, he hung up the phone.

Riddlers deserve to die.

They want to create a favor for no reason, trying to get something for nothing from me.

He knew exactly what kind of people SAC were; they wouldn't do anything without a profit, and once the information was uploaded, the case was considered closed.

At most, it might arouse the curiosity of one or two agents, who would treat it as a bit of fun.

However, without surveillance footage, it poses no threat whatsoever.

He downed the last bit of whiskey in the bottle and turned his attention back to his wound.

Beneath the solidified scab lies newly formed skin tissue in the early stages of healing.

Logically speaking, such a deep injury, no matter how well treated, should still cause some pain.

At this moment, apart from a slight numbness, I could hardly feel anything unusual.

What about more severe injuries, such as penetrating wounds or fractures? Can they also recover in a short period of time?

Thinking of this, a dangerous thought arose in Zhou Yi's mind.

Do you want to give it a try?
Hey.

The phone screen lit up; a new message notification appeared.

The number remains unknown.

"The matter is indeed confidential; even I don't know the specifics."

"But what I can guarantee is at least a seven-figure sum."

　The real-world storyline mainly revolves around America, and I'll try to avoid writing about China to prevent it from being censored.

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　　[1]MKAB, Mihail Koglniceanu Air Base/RoAF 57th Air Base
　　[2] Zulu Time Coordinated Universal Time

　　[3] Defense Intelligence Agency, U.S. Defense Intelligence Agency
　　
　
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