"You..." Chris had been marveling at Zhou Yi's capabilities when he suddenly felt that something was off.
Had he forgotten something?
"Damn, you nearly fooled me!" Chris slapped his forehead. "You said earlier that you wanted to arrest two people. Who are they?"
"I'm warning you, it's best if you don't pull something like before again. It puts me in a difficult position!"
"Don't worry. When have I ever done something without being sure of it? I won't make things difficult for you!" Zhou Yi waved a hand. "I'm taking a trip to Wisconsin. This time, I'm only arresting two ordinary people."
"Ordinary people?" Chris asked doubtfully. "If they're just ordinary people, why did you need to specifically tell me?"
"They are ordinary people themselves, but the person close to them isn't."
"Their son is the CIA agent working with me. The CIA will soon discover that he stole the list, and because the intelligence involved is too serious, I don't think the CIA would hesitate to use extreme measures."
"So you plan to get to his parents first and take them into protective custody?" Chris instantly understood Zhou Yi's meaning and nodded decisively. "Go ahead!"
"I like how straightforward you are, Director." Zhou Yi smiled. "When I get back, I'll teach you how to drive!"
"Fuck, can you not make that sound so disgusting? And this 'when you get back'... Don't you always say that saying things like that is some kind of... planting a flag, and that something ominous will happen?" Chris asked.
"Ah, that is true." Zhou Yi spoke as he headed out. "But that rule doesn't apply to me."
"Why?"
"Because I'm strong enough—and steady enough!"
Wisconsin, a clothing factory.
The Hunters, Yinsen's parents, stared in terror at the squad of agents that had suddenly barged in.
"Wh-what do you want?" Kruoff Hunter asked, forcing himself to be brave.
The lead agent did not answer Kruoff's question. Instead, he took out a photograph and compared it.
An agent beside him asked, "Are you sure?"
"I'm certain. It's an exact match."
The lead agent handed him the photograph, then said to Kruoff, "Kruoff Hunter, Maggie Hunter, you are accused of being the masterminds behind an international drug trafficking organization. The CIA is placing you under arrest. You have the right to remain silent, but anything you say..."
"Wait!" "Put down your guns!" "What department are you from?"
At that moment, waves of commotion came from outside the factory.
The lead agent stopped speaking. Frowning, he looked toward an agent who had just run in through the door and asked, "What's going on?"
"The IRS..." the agent replied. "IRS agents are here!"
"What?" The lead agent froze.
Before he could figure out why IRS agents had come here, the factory's iron doors were smashed open. A fully armed team of agents in uniforms bearing IRS insignia stormed in in tactical formation.
"Who's in charge?" Zhou Yi, at the head of the group, asked.
"I'm Steve Ross, a Level Three CIA agent." Steve frowned. "Who are you?"
"I'm Worsley Baba, a Level Four agent of the IRS Armed Division." Zhou Yi pulled out an ID he had only recently made. "You're CIA? Where's your ID? What are you doing here?"
To avoid leaving any trace, Zhou Yi had once again put on a realistic human-skin mask. He had also used this newly acquired ID and altered his voice.
That way, even if the CIA investigated afterward, they would find nothing. He would have no worries at all!
Which meant Zhou Yi could go wild without restraint!
"You have no authority to question me about that," Steve replied.
He looked over Zhou Yi's ID and found that it was genuine. He then took out his own identification, his tone softening slightly. "This is classified."
But clearly, he had not realized just how much authority IRS agents possessed.
Nor did he know that, if they were ranked, this so-called Level Four IRS agent, Worsley Baba, standing before him was probably the one person in the entire IRS whom no one could afford to provoke.
No exceptions!
"Kid, I'm the one asking questions right now. And I'm asking very seriously, while doing my best to restrain my temper, in a friendly and courteous manner."
Zhou Yi stepped forward, pressed his gun against Steve's chest, and spoke seriously.
"Me. IRS. Here to arrest people. Got it?"
Zhou Yi pointed at the Hunters, who were listening in utter confusion. "If you don't want to be shot dead for obstruction of justice, tell me your mission!"
Steve panicked a little.
He truly had not expected Zhou Yi to do this.
So aggressive, so decisive.
At Zhou Yi's aggressive move, the IRS and CIA agents stared blankly for a moment before raising their guns at one another. The atmosphere instantly became tense.
"Our mission is to arrest the Hunters because reliable intelligence indicates that they may be the masterminds behind an international drug trafficking and smuggling organization," Steve hurriedly answered, seeing that things were going badly.
Classified information no longer mattered at this point. Compared to the possibility of an armed clash, Steve naturally chose friendly communication!
Besides, the IRS had already stated their purpose first, hadn't they?
Steve thought to himself, instinctively dismissing the possibility that he was simply chickening out.
"I see." Zhou Yi nodded, lowered his gun, and his expression eased slightly. "You should've said so earlier. All right, you can leave now!"
"Okay... Wait, no. Leave?" Steve let out a sigh of relief and responded out of habit, only to realize something seemed wrong.
Why were they supposed to leave?
Hadn't they come here to arrest people?
"What else do you want to do?" Zhou Yi said. "These people are the IRS's targets. We've been watching the two of them for a year. They definitely aren't drug cartel leaders—your intelligence is wrong!"
"And setting aside the fact that your intelligence is wrong, as a so-called CIA agent, do you really think you have enough authority to steal people from the IRS? To take away these two major tax evaders we've been tracking and investigating for so long?"
Zhou Yi's words left Steve somewhat bewildered.
"Major tax evaders?" Steve repeated doubtfully.
"Yes. They are suspected of tax evasion, and the circumstances are extremely serious." Zhou Yi signaled for one of his subordinates to bring over the prepared "evidence documents" and display them before Steve.
"So I'm certain that your intelligence is wrong," Zhou Yi said. "You claim that this couple are drug cartel leaders. Do you have any evidence?"
"This..." Steve froze.
Steve was an agent assigned to make arrests, not a superior officer. How could he possibly have evidence on hand?
"Since you have no evidence, I'll take them away first!" Zhou Yi waved, signaling his subordinates to escort the couple out.
"And, with all due respect, your CIA intelligence division really needs better training. How could you mistake two ordinary factory owners for drug lords? Isn't that ridiculous?"
Not only had he snatched the people away right in front of them, but he had even mocked them afterward.
Zhou Yi had truly been exceptionally inhuman this time.
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