Starting from South America, speeding through the world

Chapter 35 A visit
Zhou Yi carried a portable radio frequency detector and scanned Gabriel twice.

The indicator light remained stable and showed no abnormal signals.

Gina leaned against the back of the car, pulled a pair of handcuffs from her pocket, and threw them on the ground: "Do it yourself, Pierre."

Upon hearing this, Gabriel's body stiffened for a moment, but he slowly squatted down and placed the cold metal handcuffs on his wrists.

Zhou Yi confirmed that the handcuffs were locked, tucked the gun back into his waistband, and turned to take out noise-canceling earmuffs from the passenger seat.

"If you move even once, I'll shoot."

Gabriel's lips trembled slightly, as if he wanted to beg for mercy.

Zhou Yi had no interest in listening to his nonsense and casually shoved the earmuffs onto his head.

Next, a pre-prepared nylon restraint strap was stuffed into Gabriel's mouth.

The rope tightened suddenly, and Gabriel cried out in pain. His tongue was forced down his jaw, and he could only let out muffled whimpers.

The next second, to his horrified gaze, the black cloth bag fell, completely shutting out his last senses.

Upon seeing the light again, Gabriel realized he was in a cramped toilet.

The air was damp and smelled musty and watery. The walls were yellowed, and a few drops of dried, unidentified liquid remained on the cement floor.

Gabriel tried to move, only to find himself firmly strapped to the old toilet.

His hands were handcuffed behind his back in a strange position, making it impossible for him to exert any strength.

Rough ropes were wrapped around his body, leaving him no room to move.

After struggling for a couple of seconds, his arm was instantly scraped raw, and warm blood dripped down the wound.

Tears streamed down his face, and he let out a series of broken sobs.

"Calm down, don't make such a mess of things."

Just then, a voice rang out from above.

Gabriel looked up in a panic and saw the Asian man push open the door and walk in.

She was wearing a white shirt with the sleeves rolled up, revealing her well-defined arms.

Zhou Yi knelt down in front of Gabriel, ripped off the cross necklace from his neck, and casually offered some words of comfort:

"Don't be nervous, you won't die."

However, Gabriel's chest continued to heave violently, and he was breathing rapidly, nearly suffocating.

Upon discovering that he was suffocating himself almost to death, Zhou Yi couldn't help but sigh, hooking his index finger around the edge of the restraints and pulling them open a little.

"Don't scream."

"Ugh—!"

Gabriel took a deep breath, followed by a violent coughing fit.

Zhou Yi didn't urge him, but just watched quietly, waiting for him to recover from the state of physiological asphyxiation.

After a dozen seconds, seeing that Gabriel had recovered somewhat, he continued:
"The matter will be properly resolved in three hours at most."

"Meanwhile, Gina will be outside watching over you, so don't try to run away, understand?"

Gabriel's eyes widened, and in extreme fear, he could only nod stiffly.

Having achieved his warning purpose, Zhou Yi stuffed the restraints back into his mouth, then left the restroom clutching the necklace.

The hallway outside was dimly lit. Gina stood by the wall, her hands in the pockets of her worn leather jacket, her hat pulled low.

"How is it?" she asked in a low voice.
“He won’t dare to make any rash moves in the short term,” Zhou Yi said, handing his phone to Gina. “Let’s begin.”

Gina solemnly accepted the order: "Then I'll go to the vicinity of the airport and wait for your notification."

"If we're lucky, we'll land in Atlanta in thirteen hours."

Zhou Yi smiled enigmatically, but did not reply.

The crystal chandelier cast a warm yellow glow, illuminating the spacious study.

Outside the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, the distant sea surged in the night breeze, shimmering with light.

Oswaldo Teixeira sat behind his desk, his brow furrowed, staring silently at the cross necklace in front of him.

His wife, Maria Almeida, stood a short distance away, her arms crossed, clutching her shawl nervously.

The person who started all of this—Zhou Yi—sat calmly in the chair opposite, looking relaxed, as if he were just an observer.

Silence filled the room, and the clock on the wall ticked.

Finally, Teixeira spoke first, breaking the deadlock: "You better know what you're doing."

Zhou Yi chuckled lightly, his posture unchanged: "Of course I know." Teixeira's fingers lightly brushed against the necklace. After a moment's thought, he abruptly changed the subject: "You killed Rubens?"

"I'm sorry, it wasn't my doing." Zhou Yi shrugged indifferently.

Teixeira's eyes grew colder, and his fingers tightened.

After a long silence, he slowly asked, "What do you want?"

"It's very simple, just arrange a flight for us to the United States."

Hearing this, Maria could no longer contain herself and asked urgently, "You want to take Gabe away?"

Zhou Yi glanced at her and corrected her calmly, "Madam, it's not about taking her away, it's about sending her off."

"Send them away?" She paused for a moment before realizing that the man was referring to herself and her accomplices, not Gabriel.

Maria turned sharply to her husband: "Oswaldo, say yes."

Teixeira ignored her, instead narrowing his eyes slightly as he stared at Zhou Yi and warned him in a low voice.

“You have already offended a lot of people. Before everything is beyond repair, I hope you can think clearly about what you really want.”

Zhou Yi remained indifferent.

"Of course I know about your relationship with Alvaro and all that factional stuff."

"Who is secretly standing with whom, and who is stabbing whom in the back."

"But that's none of my business."

"I just want to get out of this godforsaken place."

"It's a good deal for you, isn't it?"

Teixeira did not answer immediately, tapping his fingers lightly on the table, his expression inscrutable.

Zhou Yi wasn't in a hurry. He leaned back slightly in his chair and leisurely surveyed the study.

Teixeira took a deep breath, his voice still carrying suppressed anger.

"Do you think you can evade immigration? Or do you think the U.S. government would welcome a wanted criminal?"

“Mr. Teixeira, I just killed four of the idiots you hired to protect your son in the elevator.”

"Of course, there were also Alvaro's soldiers. How many died? I've lost count."

"What do you think this proves? I don't fucking care."

After he finished speaking, the room fell silent again.

Unwilling to waste any more time, Zhou Yi glanced at his watch and calmly said:

"We have two hours left, let's make a decision quickly and save everyone some trouble."

"Otherwise, my partner will slice off your dear Gabu piece by piece, put them in a box, and mail them over."

Zhou Yi paused for a moment, then grinned at Maria: "Don't worry, his technique is very precise, he won't skimp on anything."

Upon hearing these devilish words, Maria's eyes widened, and her face instantly turned deathly pale.

Her body swayed a few times, and then she fell directly to the ground.

"Promise him, Oswaldo, please save our son."

His voice was hoarse and almost incoherent.

Teixeira's expression remained cold and hard, but a hint of emotion flickered deep in his eyes:
"You think I can't find him?"

Zhou Yi chuckled and shook his head.

"Three days later? Maybe. Too bad, you only have two hours."

Teixeira wanted to say something more, but Maria's reason had already collapsed, and she could no longer endure this endless tug-of-war.

Overcome with emotion, she crawled two steps on her knees, clutching Teixeira's trouser leg tightly, and cried out in despair:
"Please, Oswaldo! You can't just stand by and do nothing! He's your son! You know who they are; they don't joke around!"

"Didn't you always say you'd protect this family? Are you going to send Gabe to his grave with your own hands now? Please, don't make me hate you."

Maria's pleas continued, repeated over and over, as she sobbed uncontrollably.

Teixeira closed his eyes helplessly and finally relented.

Which flight?

"DL60, take off in two hours, bound for Atlanta."

Teixeira didn't say anything more, reached for the landline on the table, and dialed a number: "Get Titus on my end."

(End of this chapter)