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Chapter 74 Creativity

"Get off when you're ready."

After Zhou Yi turned to Alexei and finished speaking, he walked out first.

Upon hearing this, Alexei paused for half a second, then pulled out a black ski mask and pulled it down to below his nose.

A night breeze swept past the street corner, carrying a chilling cold.

Seeing him come down, Zhou Yi handed him the package that she had been keeping by her side: "Hold it carefully."

Alexei took the item, and his elbow immediately felt heavier.

It looks like a long weapon.

A knife? Or a stick?
What is its purpose?

After pondering for a moment, he followed the man's steps.

The two entered the garrison headquarters building one after the other.

The hall was empty except for a single tungsten filament lamp at the far end.

There was a musty smell in the air, a mixture of the warmth of the heating system and the stench of cigarettes and alcohol.

To the right was a guardhouse, with its blinds half-drawn, from which came the sound of soft snoring.

Zhou Yi glanced inside and saw two uniformed men slumped on the table, completely drunk, with no sign of any armor.

Without lingering any longer, he continued walking forward.

However, a few seconds later, the man on the left woke up with a dry mouth and slapped his forehead, only to find that his hat had fallen off somewhere.

"Fuck you," he cursed under his breath, feeling as if his whole body was filled with lead.

Just as he was groping around, his gaze inadvertently fell on the outside of the blinds.

It looked like two figures were passing by in the distance.

The man tried hard to recall, but had no recollection of anyone notifying him of a check-up that evening.

But he was too lazy to investigate further, so he simply changed his position, shrunk back in his chair, and prepared to continue sleeping.
"Damn it, this is fucking rubbish. Whatever."

On the other side, Zhou Yi and Alexei had just arrived on the third floor when they bumped into a man in combat uniform.

He had a stack of unbound files tucked under his left arm and a water bottle in his other hand.

The man, who had been looking down and about to turn into the office on the other side, froze the moment he looked up.

Masked, wearing a black overcoat.

It's obvious that he has bad intentions.

The man was terrified. He threw the document aside and reached for the holster on his waist.

Unfortunately, the movement was too slow.

Zhou Yi sprang into action instantly, taking a step closer, grabbing the man's wrist, and simultaneously raising his elbow to smash it directly onto the man's nose.

"Bang" sound.

The man leaned back, his feet feeling unsteady.

Zhou Yi then pulled him close and slammed his knee into the junction of the man's stomach and ribs.

The pain forced the man to bend over.

The next second, Zhou Yi released his grip, lifted his chin from below, and used his left hand to wedge the back of his shoulder, creating a counter-torsion force, and then twisted and pressed him against the corner of the wall.

"Click."

Cervical spine misalignment.

The man didn't even utter a sound before his body went limp.

Alexei felt a chill run down his spine and instinctively gripped the oilcloth wrapping tightly.

too fast.

So fast that the movements are almost invisible.

The entire process took less than five seconds, and the man had already lost his life.

He began to regret the questions he had raised earlier in the car.

Zhou Yi didn't give him time to compose himself and waved for him to follow.

This time, Alexei didn't hesitate and jogged to catch up with the man's retreating figure.

Intelligence indicates that the target should currently be in the office on the fourth floor, located in the middle of the corridor.

A metal sign was nailed to the door, with words written on it that Zhou Yi couldn't quite understand.

Fortunately, the numbers matched. Zhou Yi drew his pistol, cocked it, then let out a soft breath and pushed open the door.

A pretty young woman was sitting in the outer room, idly flipping through documents.

She heard someone come in, looked up, and was so frightened that her pupils contracted sharply. She opened her mouth to shout a warning.

"boom."

Zhou Yi raised his hand and pulled the trigger.

The bullet pierced through the woman's forehead.

The body fell backward, knocking over the filing cabinet next to it.

Without pausing, Zhou Yi holstered his gun and quickened his pace into the inner room.

The office was quite spacious, but simply furnished.

Two tables, a steel cabinet, an old-fashioned poster on the wall, and opposite are two large windows with brass frames.

At that moment, a man with the rank of colonel was sticking his buttocks out, his feet braced against the windowsill, trying to climb out.

Zhou Yi took one look and laughed.

He's quite old, but his reactions are quick.

I've killed quite a few people, but I've rarely encountered such a creative way to escape.

"Don't bother trying, buddy, it's no use." He said, gradually approaching.

The man ignored all advice, grabbed the water pipe on the outside of the building, and braced himself to jump down.

Zhou Yi sighed, grabbed the belt, and pulled him back with a little force.

The colonel fell to the ground, his face deathly pale and his lips trembling.

"I'm sorry, I was wrong. Tell Igor Sergeyevich, I was wrong. I didn't mean to."

He stammered, "I didn't mean to, I just... I know I was wrong, I'm willing to make it up to him, please tell him."

The man crawled backward on the ground, trying to plead for a way to survive.

Zhou Yi did not respond, but turned to look at Alexei.

Sensing the question in his eyes, Alexei swallowed and gently shook his head at Zhou Yi.

Zhou Yi said she understood, walked closer, and shot the man in the chest.

The colonel let out a muffled groan and curled up on the floor.

He wanted to say something more, but all that came out of his mouth were intermittent coughs, mixed with blood and saliva.

Alexei's eyes darted away for a moment, but he finally explained to the man:
“I’m sorry, Igor Sergeyevich is very dissatisfied with your work.”

No sooner had he finished speaking than Zhou Yi suddenly ordered, "Give me the thing."

Alexei was taken aback before realizing that the man was referring to the oilcloth bundle he was clutching tightly in his hand.

As he handed the item over, he couldn't help but ask, "...What's inside?"

Zhou Yi lowered his head and unpacked the package, calmly saying, "The mission requires a high profile—"

Alexei could see the items inside clearly.

It was a long knife with a curved blade, a wide and heavy edge, and a handle wrapped with coarse hemp thread for slip resistance.

"—Weren't you curious about my plans in the car?" Zhou Yi continued, "The answer is this."

As he spoke, he bent down, knelt on one knee, and grabbed the man's hair.

*********.

At a glance.

Alexei glanced at it once, and his mind went completely blank; he froze on the spot.

All I could hear was my own rapid, heavy heartbeat, each thud making my temples throb.

Immediately afterwards, my stomach began to churn violently.

Without thinking, he hastily ripped off his mask and staggered a couple of steps to lean against the desk.

The next second, his throat tightened, and he vomited violently.

"Fuck...fuck...fuck," he cursed breathlessly.

It wasn't anger, but fear—fear of that man—pure, instinctive, and uncontrollable fear.

At that moment, Alexei finally understood what was in the backpack.

(End of this chapter)