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Chapter 7 Surprise
The dim streetlights outside the window blurred the outlines of distant buildings.

Ramon stood by the smoke-blackened window, staring at the man who had come to make the deal in the alley.

His steps were steady, and he carried a gun on his shoulder, obscuring his face.

"Only him?" Ramon frowned.

"Boss, I'm sorry, the middleman isn't sure how many people they have in total either," the subordinate replied in a low voice.

Ramon looked up, downed the whiskey in his glass in one gulp, and turned to sit in the chair in the center of the room with a cold smile.

The six trusted men around him watched the door warily, their fingers on the safety of their rifles.

Boom!Boom!Boom!
After three knocks, the masked man walked in.

He was about 1.8 meters tall and wearing a loose black jacket; he didn't look particularly burly.

"Weapons, take them off."

The guard standing at the door reached out to stop him, his tone carrying a hint of threat.

Surprisingly, the man cooperated.

Without a word, he took the rifle off his shoulder, then drew a pistol from his waist and threw it onto the low table next to him with two clatters.

"Any more?"

Ramon tapped the armrest of the chair with his finger.

"That's all."

The man had a hoarse voice, stood casually with his hands hanging naturally at his sides, seemingly unconcerned about the deliberately oppressive atmosphere created in the room.

"Then please."

Ramon pointed to the stool in front of him.

The man didn't stand on ceremony; as soon as he sat down, he went straight to the point and quoted a price: "Two tons of goods, thirty million."

Ramon was stunned for a moment, then burst out laughing: "Be realistic, friend."

"Sorry, brothers, we still need to eat."

Upon hearing this, Ramon's smile faded, and he squinted at the man for a long time before slowly asking, "How many of you are there in total?"

"Sorry, this is not within the scope of this transaction."

The man showed no sign of compromising.

A shadow crossed Rammond's eyes. After a moment's thought, he patiently said, "Three million US dollars, in cash. That's the highest price I can offer."

"Impossible, that's too low. We've taken a huge risk working here, and we're all counting on this money to retire."

Ramon chuckled.

"Excuse my bluntness, but these two tons of cargo have already turned you into fat sheep waiting to be slaughtered."

“In the entire city, and even the entire state, no one but me is willing to do business with you in good faith.”

"Moreover, if this matter is reported to Fabio, ha, what awaits you is not a pleasant thing."

"Twenty-five million, that's my bottom line."

"Four million, the transaction can be completed immediately today."

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The man was silent for a few seconds, then gave up on making a offer: "I need to verify the money first."

Upon hearing this, Ramon's lips curled into a meaningful smile. He waved his hand, and immediately someone took a black metal box from the wall and placed it on the table.

"You want to see the money, huh? Sure."

As soon as he finished speaking, the lid of the box was opened.

It was empty inside.

Only a black Glock 17 and a yellowish syringe lay quietly inside.

"This is my price."

With a few clattering sounds, the six men in the room quickly raised their guns and aimed.

Ramon triumphantly picked up his pistol, steadily aiming it at the man's head, his expression exuding an air of confident composure.
"Now, you have two options: tell me the location of the goods, or be beaten half to death and then tell me the location of the goods under the influence of the truth serum."

He paused, then continued, "Friendly reminder: the second option will be very painful, so painful that you'd rather prostrate yourself at my feet and pray to God to end your pathetic life as soon as possible." Zhou Yi rolled his eyes inwardly as he listened to his pretentious declaration.

Damn it, our plans are now aligned.

They all planned to get something for nothing.

Luckily, I made plans in advance.

Today, I'm going to make you fly!

Ramon felt a strange sense of irritation when he saw the man still sitting in the chair, neither resisting nor begging for mercy.

Unable to contain himself any longer, he slammed his hand on the table and commanded sharply, "Kneel down with your hands behind your back! Now!"

Zhou Yi looked at him intently for a few moments, then got up from the stool and put her hands behind her head.

"Go search him, then tie him up," Ramon ordered his men, before sitting back down in his chair.

"Yes, boss."

Upon receiving the order, the subordinate quickly stepped forward, squatted down, and began the inspection.

However, when his hand touched Zhou Yi's chest, his movement suddenly froze.

Cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

Ramon waited patiently for a long time, but there was still no movement, and his impatience grew stronger.

"What's wrong? Answer me!"

The subordinate took a deep breath and replied in a hoarse voice, "Boss, something's wrong with him."

"What's wrong?"

As he spoke, Ramon frowned, a wave of unease washing over him.

However, the subordinate didn't explain further. Instead, he gritted his teeth and suddenly ripped open Zhou Yi's shirt.

The man wore a strangely shaped vest tied around his upper body, with metal wires connecting to a crudely hand-welded device.

Seeing the solemn expressions on everyone's faces, Zhou Yi finally smiled.

“Surprise motherf*cker”

Instantly, the air in the room froze.

Ramon froze in place, his legs slightly bent and his buttocks sticking out.

Shock mixed with a hint of fear; his face gradually flushed red, as if something was blocking his throat.

Zhou Yi patted his masterpiece with satisfaction, stood up casually, and said in a relaxed tone:

"Don't be nervous, everyone. This is a good thing. It's connected to my heart. If the frequency of the fluctuations increases, we can ascend to heaven together. No, we can go to hell together."

Gudong.

Someone swallowed hard.

The atmosphere in the room was so oppressive it was hard to breathe.

Several of his men exchanged glances, nervously scanning between Zhou Yi and Ramon, their hands gripping their guns beginning to tremble.

Ramon sensed the change, a surge of fear and anger welling up within him, almost tearing him apart:
"Don't fucking believe it! It's all fake, fake! He's a liar, not a madman! Why would he risk his life for money?"

"Fake?" Zhou Yi said, spreading his hands. "If it's fake, feel free to try it."

"You think I don't dare?"

Ramon's voice suddenly rose, as if to cover up his guilty conscience: "Kill him! Kill him! I order you to kill him immediately!"

Under a barrage of angry urging, his men hesitantly raised their guns to aim, their fingers on the triggers, but they didn't move.

"Shoot the fuck now! That'll be the end of it! Do it! Do it! I order you!"

Ramon growled, urging him on, his facial muscles contorted.

Zhou Yi watched all of this coldly, knowing that the time was almost right.

He took two steps forward, and before anyone could react, he had already grabbed the Glock from Ramon's hand and pressed the cold muzzle against his forehead without hesitation.

“Don’t make things difficult for them,” Zhou Yi said without fear. “You shoot, right now.”

(End of this chapter)