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Chapter 2 Gun in Hand

Just as Zhou Yi was putting on a pair of worn-out sneakers, the barefoot man on the ground groaned and opened his eyes.

Zhou Yi adjusted his shoelaces without looking up until Pedro's breathing became rapid, then he went over and squatted down.

Then, without any hesitation, he shoved the gun directly into his mouth.

"I'll ask questions, he'll answer; you're responsible for distinguishing between truth and falsehood, understand?"

Zhou Yi's voice wasn't loud, but it instantly brought Pedro to his senses.

Ignoring the pain in his body, he hurriedly nodded in a disheveled manner, letting out muffled sobs.

With a slight hook to the trigger, Zhou Yi turned his head and gestured for Marcos, who was not far away, to come closer:
"Who do you work for?"

"First Command of Areman".

"Then what is he? A soldier? A driver?"

Marcos swallowed nervously, raising his hands high: "He's the captain, Emilio's captain."

"What about you two?"

"We are soldiers."

Upon hearing this, Zhou Yi drew his pistol and gently patted Pedro's face: "Tell me, is he right?"

Having received an affirmative answer, she ignored the pleading look in the man's eyes and stood up abruptly.

Pedro crawled frantically on his knees, his voice trembling so much it was almost incoherent:

"Sir, please, don't kill me! We're just following orders, doing some distribution work, we definitely won't cause you any trouble! I can help you, I—"

A gunshot rang out, interrupting his pleas.

Pedro's body jolted violently, and he fell backward to the ground, blood gushing from his head and staining the ground red.

With a blank expression, Zhou Yi holstered his gun and looked up at the two young black men beside him.

Marcos was now collapsed on the ground, trembling like a leaf, his eyes unfocused, as if he might faint at any moment.

Thiago wasn't much better off.

Pedro's brain was completely smeared all over his face.

The warm, sticky sensation and salty, fishy smell made his stomach churn.

However, Zhou Yi didn't give them a moment to breathe.

He grabbed Marcos, who had fallen to the ground, and pressed the gun against his temple.

Do you know Emilio?

"To get to know each other."

Is he rich?

"Yes! He's very rich!"

"how much is it?"

"I don't know. A lot, a lot, in his house. Money and goods."

"where?"

"West District, No. 17 West District".

"very good."

Zhou Yi slightly moved the gun away and changed his tone, "Do you want to live?"

Marcos nodded hurriedly, his face covered in tears and snot.

"Lead the way, we're going to pull off a big heist tonight."

"Take me the way?"

Marcos was stunned for a moment, then he understood what Zhou Yi meant.

The color drained from his face instantly, and he shook his head frantically.

"No, no, you can't go. I can't be a traitor. Emilio will kill me, he'll kill us all!"

"you sure?"

Zhou Yi's voice turned cold.

After struggling for a long time, Marcos opened his mouth, but still couldn't squeeze out a single syllable.

Ignoring him, Zhou Yi turned his gaze to Thiago, who was still lying on the ground.

Do you understand what he just said?

"I know! I know! I know everything!"

Thiago was startled when he was suddenly called out by name, his hair standing on end.

“Very good.” Immediately afterwards, the trigger was pulled.

"boom!"

Gunshots rang out again in the alley.

Marcos, who had just been relieved to have escaped a disaster, opened his eyes wide and collapsed like a puppet with its strings cut.

Thiago stared blankly at the liquid dripping from the corpse.

My chest felt like it was filled with scalding hot iron; I couldn't breathe, and my vision blurred.

But that damned Asian showed no sign of letting him go.

"Get up, take me to Pedro's house. We need to get something useful first."

The gentle voice sounded like a death knell to Thiago.

He tried to stand up, but his body wouldn't obey him: "My legs are too weak."

Zhou Yi stared at him for two seconds, and after realizing that he had indeed frightened the man quite a bit, he sighed helplessly.

He reached out and grabbed Thiago by the collar, half-pulling and half-dragging him up.

"Don't be nervous, I'm not a pervert, lead the way."

Pedro's house wasn't far away.

Bypassing the still noisy crowd, turn left along the third steep slope on the right, where the roadside is crowded with simple houses of various colors.

At the very top is a three-story building made of red bricks.

The cement at the joints was uneven, full of marks from manual grinding.

Zhou Yi stopped in front of the gate with "PCA!" spray-painted on it and reached out to adjust the shirt that was tied to his face.

Because it was still in the early 2000s, the low-end spring bolt locks used here had almost no anti-theft function.

Simply insert the hard plastic piece and slide it a couple of times to easily open the lock.

Ignoring Thiago, who was still trembling, Zhou Yi went inside first.

The first floor is not large, and it usually serves as a kitchen, living room, and bedroom.

The lights were dim, and several iron pots hung on the wall. Two gas cylinders in the corner supported a rickety stove.

On the small table next to it were two boxes of bread and a few bottles of cheap beer.

Further inside, there were two mattresses pieced together.

A thin woman dressed in revealing clothing lay face up on the ground beside him, her eyes red and her expression dazed.

The sudden intrusion of the stranger did not make her get up; she just stared at the ceiling and chuckled to herself.

Zhou Yi raised his hand, ordering Thiago to close the door, and stepped inside.

Not long after, they found several modified IMBEL MD2s in the mezzanine of the stairs.

This Brazilian-made FAL variant is widely available on the black market and is highly favored by gang members.

Because of its durability and ample firepower, it is often jokingly referred to as the "street warrior".

The gun barrels were shortened to make them suitable for narrow urban street fighting.

The original wooden stock was replaced with a lighter folding metal stock.

Two modified 50-round drum magazines were placed at the bottom.

In addition, there was a strangely shaped tube gun placed at the very back.

The welding marks were clearly visible on the metal parts, which looked so rough that they seemed ready to fall apart at any moment.

Staring at this imaginative creation, Zhou Yi's lips twitched, and he simply picked up the standard rifle next to it, its serial number worn off.

After carefully inspecting the barrel, bolt, and rifling, and confirming that they were all undamaged, he nodded in satisfaction, locked the magazine, and pulled the bolt.

With a "click," the bullet was chambered.

Just then, a woman's hoarse voice sounded from behind.

"Is Pedro dead, my dear?"

Upon hearing the news, Zhou Yi turned around and found her crawling towards him with all her might.

He was emaciated, and the two curves on his chest that should have been full had almost completely collapsed.

Frowning slightly, Zhou Yi raised his gun and warned in an icy tone, "Don't come any closer."

The woman ignored him and instead moved closer, reaching out to touch his legs.

Zhou Yi quickly took two steps back to avoid being touched, then shouted loudly towards Thiago, who was not far away:
"Come here and pull her away."

(End of this chapter)