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Chapter 95 Give Him a Quick Death

8:13 PM.

The wind blew into the harbor from the sea.

At the far end of the old loading and unloading area on the west side, a dilapidated cargo warehouse stands in the darkness.

The old-fashioned brass padlock had been cut once and replaced with a new chain.

From the outside, it looks like an abandoned house that hasn't been used for many years.

In the corner, a xenon lamp stood, casting a stark white light over the entire warehouse.

The lieutenant colonel was tied to a chair, his wrists bound by a thick hemp rope, his shoulders trembling slightly.

He tried to remain calm, but his gaze kept darting away, avoiding eye contact with the two people in front of him.

“Lavrentiev Anatolyevich, I’m sorry to be speaking to you under these circumstances.”

Alexei sat behind a folding table, holding a stack of documents in his hand.

The lieutenant colonel, his voice hoarse, forced a smile and said, "Listen, Alexei. If it's a matter of re-assigning orders, I can—"

“You’ve already said that,” Alexei interrupted him, his tone flat. “We’re not here to ask for documents.”

"On November 21, before the T-220 batch departed, the records show that you signed for its release."

"What happened during that time?"

The lieutenant colonel swallowed hard. "I'm in a logistics position, so I don't know anything about terminal delivery."

“Very good.” Alexei nodded and closed the file. “Then let’s try another way.”

He didn't get up, but just winked at someone to the side.

Zhou Yi made a move.

They circled around to the rear of the lieutenant colonel.

The footsteps were particularly clear in the empty warehouse.

"Wait—" The lieutenant colonel instinctively shrank back. "We can talk. What do you want to know? I—"

Before he could finish speaking, a dull thud suddenly rang out.

The lieutenant colonel suddenly convulsed.

He opened his mouth, but no sound came out.

Alexei shuddered at the sight before him.

He quickly lowered his head, trying to bring his gaze back to the paper and maintain a certain atmosphere of "negotiation".

But the next second, there was another unpleasant noise, as if someone were tearing away a layer of damp, warm fabric with their bare hands.

The lieutenant colonel finally broke down.

He let out an indistinct wail, his body convulsing uncontrollably.

Alexei stared at the gushing blood, momentarily losing the ability to form words.

The sounds of electricity, the hum of warehouse lights, and the lieutenant colonel's incoherent screams raced through my mind.

He tried to steady his breathing, but found that his lungs felt as if they were stuffed with cotton wool, and the more he tried, the more suffocated he felt.

At this moment, Zhou Yi spoke, his tone as calm as ever.

“You said you were just signing something, but you were still brought here.”

He walked around to the front of the lieutenant colonel, squatted down, and patted the other man's face:

"So, let's answer his question again."

The lieutenant colonel's lips turned pale as he tried to focus his gaze, but failed.

“I was only summoned once—it was in Kherson by someone who used internal credentials, I’ve never seen him before.”

He gritted his teeth and said haltingly, "He said this batch of goods doesn't need to go through the regular route; it's 'cross-regional priority,' and it's being transferred to—"

Who sent them?

"I don't know. I don't know! Please forgive me, I don't know!"

No sooner had the words left his mouth than another unsettling noise rang out.

"I don't know! Stop! No! No!!"

The lieutenant colonel's voice suddenly rose eight octaves, filled with despair and fear.

He tried desperately to shrink back, attempting to crawl out of the chair.

But each movement would pull on those bloody, mangled areas again, making the pain even more unbearable. Alexei gripped the corner of the table tightly, his throat tightening.

He didn't dare look up, he could only listen and feel, and then whispered:
“Tell me his name and I promise. I promise this will be over soon.”

Even he himself knew how hollow that "guarantee" was.

But after I said it, the warehouse was actually silent for two seconds.

Lavrentiev was panting heavily, his face covered in snot and tears, his chest heaving violently.

"I already said, I don't know his real name."

"You can describe it."

The lieutenant colonel remained silent.

He was calculating, evaluating, seemingly searching for the best way to survive amidst the agony.

But Zhou Yi didn't give him any more time to think.

He glanced at the lieutenant colonel, seemingly trying to gauge how long the man could hold out.

Then, a box was dragged out from the corner.

"What are you going to do?"

The lieutenant colonel suddenly raised his head and stared intently in that direction, the movement so large that it startled Alexei.

Zhou Yi put on gloves, smiled slightly, and said, "If you don't want to say it, then never say it."

Then, he started applying something to his hands.

A pungent smell wafted over.

Upon realizing what he was about to do, immense fear instantly overwhelmed the lieutenant colonel.

It felt like something was choking me; my lips moved, and I couldn't even utter a complete word for several seconds.

Zhou Yi pretended not to know and continued preparing the tools on his own.

This time, the lieutenant colonel could no longer care about anything else and began to struggle desperately:
"I'm telling you, I really am!"

"No, no, don't do this!"

Alexei was also about to faint, frozen in place, at a loss for what to do.

Only when he finally agreed to confess did she breathe a sigh of relief and quickly asked, "What's his name?"

"Yevgeny. I don't know his surname, but his identification is specially made. He has a Ministry of Defense pass."

At this point, driven by a strong will to survive, the lieutenant colonel turned his head and looked directly at Alexei.

He said this batch of goods wouldn't go through your production line so that you could operate on separate lines in the future, saying that your uncle couldn't keep all the goods to himself forever.

"I thought he was from Kyiv. I... I was just following the procedure, really."

"I was wrong, please forgive me—I was really wrong, please forgive me. I know you are a kind person."

Alexei sighed. "Did you receive the money?"

"No! No! They said it was a national coordination, I dared not. I... I didn't—"

Upon hearing this, Zhou Yi took off his gloves.

The lieutenant colonel breathed a sigh of relief and slumped into his chair.

The previous pain returned, like an iron nail slowly growing under the skin and drilling into the nerve.

Alexei stared silently at the convulsing lieutenant colonel, remaining motionless for a long time.

"I told you what you promised. You promised to let me go."

The man pleaded, his voice completely off-key.

Looking at the pool of blood, the person, and the face that was twisted so distorted it was almost unrecognizable, Alexei suddenly remembered playing snowball fights with others in winter when he was a child.

When a snowball hits someone's face, there is a very brief, stunned moment.

Now, he's the kind of person who gets "hit".

"Are you going to deal with him?" Zhou Yi's voice came from the side. "Or do you want to create an enemy for yourself?"

Alexei did not answer immediately.

His Adam's apple bobbed as if he had swallowed a block of ice, and finally he spoke bitterly, "Give him a quick death."

(End of this chapter)