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Chapter 43 What's the point of playing with a monthly salary of 3,000?
"Delta 60, are you ready?"

"Delta 60, please respond upon receipt."

"Delta 60, repeat, execute the instruction immediately."

Gina shuddered; she knew it was time for all of this to come to an end.

However, she still refused to let go, holding Zhou Yi tightly, greedily savoring the reassuring warmth emanating from him.

Goodbye, Lopez.

Zhou Yi's voice rang out at this moment, and then he reached out and pushed her away.

Gina opened her eyes and could only see the man's departing figure.

There was no struggle, no lingering attachment, no hesitation.

It was as if none of this had ever left a trace in his heart.

Little did Zhou Yi know that Gina had imagined such a dramatic scene in just a few minutes.

He simply wanted to end the chaos as quickly as possible so he could make a quick getaway later.

After all, he never intended to completely destroy Alvaro based solely on news reports.

Some things, in the end, must be resolved with absolute violence.

Hijacking and the media played only a small part of the role.

They can attract worldwide attention, making the Brazilian government hesitant to overturn the verdict afterward.

"Hands behind your back, lie down immediately!"

The command coming from not far away interrupted Zhou Yi's thoughts.

A dozen or so agents were positioned around the perimeter, maintaining vigilance and ready to open fire at any moment.

The floodlights illuminated the entire tarmac as if it were daytime.

Zhou Yi obediently knelt down, his forehead pressed against the cold concrete track.

The footsteps were approaching.

Someone grabbed his shoulder and roughly searched him.

Immediately afterwards, a metallic clanging sound rang out, and the wrists were handcuffed.

With a "click," the handcuffs locked.

Zhou Yi tried to move around and found that there was almost no gap; the hinge structure completely restricted any possibility of struggling.

"stand up."

A steel chain looped around the waist, connecting the handcuffs to a central fixing ring.

Zhou Yi glanced down at the situation.

Goodness, complete restraint.

He couldn't even lift his arm.

The specifications are high enough.

His previous cooperative attitude worked; after a few seconds of thought, the agent in charge of escorting him gave up on putting shackles and a hood on him.

Zhou Yi was lifted up on either side and escorted to a black Ford E-350.

The vehicle has been modified.

In the cramped escort area of ​​the rear cabin, two rows of steel seats are arranged facing each other, with less than half a meter between them.

Zhou Yi was pushed inside, followed closely by two agents who sat down opposite him.

One of them bent down and locked the chain around his waist to the buckle under the seat.

The car door slammed shut, and shortly after, the engine started.

The row of LED lights at the top swayed slightly with the bumps in the road.

Zhou Yi stretched his shoulders and found that the steel chain was firmly fixed under the seat, making it impossible to even change to a more comfortable position.

He took a soft breath, breaking the silence: "Should we go straight to Washington, or send me to Miami first?"

no answer.

The agents sat upright, without uttering a word.

After waiting for about ten seconds, Zhou Yi spoke again: "Or is it the San Juan headquarters? I guess you have an office here, right?"

The agents on the other side finally reacted.

The older man on the left gave Zhou Yi a deep look but remained silent.

Zhou Yi smiled, seemingly unconcerned by their coldness: "How should I address you two? At least let me know who personally escorted me there?"

This time, the young agent on the right couldn't hold back and retorted with a frown, "You don't need to know."

“But I know who you are,” Zhou Yi said calmly. “You are the person in charge of the case, and you—”

He turned to the young man, “You’re an agent from the San Juan office, part of the local emergency response team, but you don’t often do this kind of short-distance escort work, right?”

Upon hearing this, the two men's expressions changed slightly.

How could an ordinary Brazilian hijacker accurately identify them?

A sense of unease immediately arose in their hearts, and they all chose to shut their mouths.

Silence fell again in the carriage.

Having achieved his goal, Zhou Yi said no more, leaned back in his seat, and glanced out the window.

The entire convoy remains on high alert.

Ahead, a black SUV with FBI markings led the way.

Two police motorcycles stood close to both sides, preventing any suspicious vehicles from getting close.

Behind them, at least two more armed escort vehicles serve as a tactical support team, providing fire support in case of emergency.

A typical high-value target escort configuration.

Through the dark brown bulletproof glass, the street outside gradually flashed by.

They have already left the airport and are about to enter downtown San Juan.

On the highway in the early morning, only a few cars occasionally passed by.

At the exit, a row of police cars were parked in the emergency lane, forming a temporary cordon.

Zhou Yi looked away, glanced down at the steel chains binding him, and casually commented, "You guys are a little too nervous, don't you think?"

Still no answer.

A while later, the convoy exited the highway.

The lead vehicle signaled a right turn ahead and then proceeded along a U-shaped ramp bridge that spiraled downwards.

The dim streetlights illuminated the concrete bridge piers, and the bushes swayed slightly in the wind.

Suddenly, the middle-aged man felt a blur before his eyes—the hijacker had somehow acquired a handgun, its dark muzzle pointing directly at him!

Startled, he drew his sidearm and prepared to report through his headset.

"Shh-"

Zhou Yi brandished the pistol, causing the iron chain to clang.

"Keep your voice down, even if I die, you won't be able to escape."

"Trust my skills."

The middle-aged man's face was ashen. After a brief moment of deliberation, he released the button on the walkie-talkie, but still did not put down the gun in his hand.

"So, how much money did they pay you?" Zhou Yi asked calmly.

No one spoke.

The young man clearly lacked experience, and only now was he imitating his predecessors, frantically raising his gun.

Zhou Yi completely ignored his presence and continued speaking to the middle-aged man: "Federal agent. I guess your rank is GS-13? 14?"

"Government positions, transparent salaries. What was the starting salary again? Seventy-five thousand? Or eighty thousand? Add in bonuses, and include a 401K, health insurance, and full coverage for vision and dentistry, the total annual income is—"

"130,000?"

The jawline of a middle-aged person tightens slightly.

Zhou Yi's voice was gentle: "But the question is, is a pre-tax income of 130,000 yuan worth risking your life for?"

Seeing that no one was paying attention to him, the young man became anxious and threatened in a low voice, "Put down your weapon, or I'll shoot."

Finally turning his head to look at him, Zhou Yi sighed softly, and quickly turned his gaze back to the middle-aged man.

"Make the young man put down his gun, otherwise if we both die, he'll get a glorious promotion, and what will happen to your family?"

“According to Article 46502 of Title 46 of the Code, I don’t expect to live much longer anyway.”

"But the question is, are you prepared to sacrifice everything?"

Upon hearing this, the middle-aged man's eyelids twitched almost imperceptibly a few times.

After hesitating for a long time, he stiffly said, "Sam, put down the gun. I can handle this on my own."

The young man hesitated and did not comply.

"That's an order, put your gun down!"

The middle-aged man emphasized his words this time.

The young man's Adam's apple bobbed, he took a deep breath, and slowly lowered his gun.

(End of this chapter)