Spy-x-War Showdown
Chapter 1006 - 111 Provocation and Threat

Chapter 1006: Chapter 111 Provocation and Threat

Yang Yi was still practicing his Serendipitous Marksmanship, but he had hit a bottlenecks. After a slight improvement in his marksmanship, nearly two weeks had passed, and no matter how much he practiced, he didn’t feel like he was making any progress.

His marksmanship seemed to stay the same, but Yang Yi was here to learn to fly, and his progress in this area had earned everyone’s admiration.

Not to mention anyone else, Hegelhaus was certainly convinced.

Yang Yi had already flown the advanced trainers, and after being taken up three times by Hegelhaus in one, he could take off and land on his own. After two more flights, he was able to fly solo.

Yang Yi didn’t know how he compared to other pilots, but he knew that at this air force base, he was the man whom everyone had to acknowledge as superior.

In four days, Yang Yi had completed the basic training on the advanced trainers, and then he took to the skies in an F16.

After several flights in the F16, Yang Yi was ready to fly transport aircraft.

However, the main function of this air force base was to protect Washington D.C., and since there were no transport aircraft here, the upside was its proximity to the CIA’s training camp, a mere two-hour drive away. He would go there daily with Hegelhaus by car, but if he wanted to fly a C130, he would have to switch to another airport.

Thus, Yang Yi would have many days when he couldn’t practice his Serendipitous Marksmanship.

Shooting many bullets had become Yang Yi’s habit; he could shoot at will, but his accuracy was still lacking, especially when shooting in motion— the hit rate was frustratingly low. Nevertheless, he had at least corrected one of his bad habits.

Yang Yi no longer made accurate movements subconsciously when shooting; he could fire the moment he raised his hand.

He was still using a .22 caliber for shooting, and Yang Yi wondered if he should switch to a 9mm, but according to Ben, he shouldn’t change his gun until he could shoot with high accuracy using the .22.

Emptying a magazine casually, then replacing it with a new one, Yang Yi asked Ben, "I have to leave for a while, about two weeks. I won’t be able to practice shooting during these two weeks. Do you have any good suggestions?"

Ben also replied nonchalantly, "No suggestions. It’s normal not to have the chance to practice shooting at any given time. Where are you going?"

"Hmm, an air force base, far away, because there are transport planes there. I can’t reveal the location, uh, actually I don’t know."

Ben sighed and said, "I envy you guys for being able to go anywhere, but I can’t anymore. I can only stay here, guarding this shooting range."

Yang Yi was somewhat surprised and asked, "Why?"

"Because I’m a second-class employee. I’m just responsible for watching over, cleaning, and taking care of this indoor shooting range, occasionally going to the outdoor range, but I’m just an employee, not a CIA agent, do you understand?"

Yang Yi shook his head, "I don’t understand."

Ben shrugged, "It means... I can’t perform more complex tasks. Although we’re both with the CIA, you’re an agent, and I’m an employee."

Yang Yi suddenly realized and said, "Oh, I see."

Ben’s face showed resignation as he said, "Yeah, you’re a genius, and I’m just an ordinary person, not a dummy. I wanted to be an agent, but I lacked the ability. But I was recruited into the CIA, and what can I do? It seems like guarding a range is the only suitable job for me, and I have to admit, people are indeed different."

Yang Yi was about to say something else when someone nearby said, "Hey, it seems even geniuses can’t do everything. At least his marksmanship makes me want to laugh. Every time I see it, I want to laugh. Kid, you’re wasting bullets. If I were you, I’d leave this range. Maybe you should go to the combat arena to find some confidence."

Three people approached Yang Yi, including a familiar face—Hunter, who had developed a psychological shadow from his defeat by Gong Yang.

Hunter was silent, head bowed; he patted the speaker to indicate he shouldn’t cause trouble. But the speaker didn’t pay attention to Hunter and continued to address Yang Yi, "I heard you’re quite impressive. I’ve heard legends about you since I came here. Let me introduce myself; my name is Ferguson."

Ferguson appeared to be in his thirties, not very tall, around 175 to 178 centimeters, and not particularly muscular. However, even through his clothes, Yang Yi could tell he was very strong.

Ferguson extended his hand, and Yang Yi set down his handgun and shook hands with him, saying, "Hello, I’m Yang Yi."

Ferguson smiled, "I’d like to spar with you in the combat arena, tomorrow."

Yang Yi shook his head, "That won’t work, I’m busy tomorrow."

"When will you have time then?"

"Uh, maybe in two weeks."

Ferguson shook his head, "Two weeks later? No, I can’t wait that long. My time is limited. I have to leave in three days. My only goal in coming to this camp was to teach you a lesson, so I can’t wait."

Yang Yi shrugged, "That’s your problem."

Ferguson extended his index finger and wagged it back and forth slowly, smiling, "No, that’s your problem. It’s you who turned a personal grudge into a battle of dignity between two places. I’ve come back just to defeat you, to give you a good lesson specifically. But you continue not to give a clear time. That’s not acceptable, because I don’t have time to keep waiting for you, so I’ll give you two choices: we go to the combat arena tomorrow, or it happens now, right here."

Yang Yi’s eyebrows raised, "Now, here?"

Ferguson whistled and said, "Yeah, right here. I’m not afraid of being punished for a private fight because I’m on a mission, and leaving isn’t an option for me. So you need to understand, even if I break your arm here, the punishment I’d face wouldn’t be hard to accept."

Yang Yi spoke gravely, "You’re provoking me, and you’re threatening me."

Ferguson laughed out loud, then opened his arms, "Are you just realizing this now? I’ve given you a choice. Tomorrow, or now?"

Hunter gently nudged Ferguson once more, whispering, "Buddy, don’t do this, think it over."

Ferguson brushed Hunter’s hand away impatiently, still fixated on Yang Yi.

Ferguson looked confident and unafraid, but Yang Yi knew he was ready to fight at any moment, meaning if he refused, Ferguson would likely start a fight right there.

Finally, Yang Yi nodded, "Tomorrow."

Ferguson smiled slightly, then immediately raised his hand and called out loudly, "Everyone listen! Tomorrow morning at nine o’clock in the combat arena, I’ll have a match with this genius. Everyone is welcome to watch. Thank you!"