Spy-x-War Showdown
Chapter 1034 - 1039: Not Bad Eyesight

Chapter 1034: Chapter 1039: Not Bad Eyesight

Yang Yi was desperately trying to give Aaron leverage, now it was a matter of whether Ferguson or Reggie would deliver his actions to Aaron’s ears.

Actually, Yang Yi no longer cared who Aaron’s mole was, he didn’t care at all, since he couldn’t trust anyone he had recruited since joining the CIA.

Since no one could be completely trusted, he had to thoroughly disguise himself.

There was no time to relax, no time to rest, constantly acting around the clock; if he acted well, there was no applause, only the qualification to continue acting. A bad performance meant certain death, with no chance of salvation.

When he led the Organization of Water, there were often times to fight and kill, but there were also times to relax completely; now, even in sleep, he had to remain on edge, as even talking in his sleep could be dangerous.

At first, Yang Yi felt the pressure was immense, but after getting used to it, he found it was just as expected; he just had to regard everyone around him as dangerous.

This was the first time in days that Yang Yi had called her over, and the sole reason for having Bonnie come was to accompany him shopping for clothes on the street.

A whole outfit worth nearly a hundred thousand US Dollars, a watch valued at four hundred thousand US Dollars, meaning that Yang Yi’s clothes were enough to buy Bonnie outright.

When Bonnie learned the value of Yang Yi’s attire, her expression was complex; she understood everything but had to appear as though it was complicated.

In front of a large full-length mirror, after Yang Yi adjusted his clothes, he took the watch that Bonnie was holding and buckled it on, then he turned and said to Bonnie, "There’s nothing left for you to do here, go back to your own home."

Bonnie didn’t dare to appear slighted; all she could do was leave, but just as she was about to leave, Yang Yi suddenly said, "Wait, there’s a check on the table, take it to exchange and open an account to deposit the money. Now you have enough for tuition, no matter what you want to do, go find a good teacher."

Ignoring Bonnie, Yang Yi said to Reggie, "Is the car rented?"

Reggie replied solemnly, "Rented, a Rolls-Royce with a driver, already waiting at the hotel for you."

Bonnie quietly opened the door and left; after Bonnie had gone, a smile appeared on Yang Yi’s face as he said, "I am a wealthy businessman from Europe, just arrived in New York, so renting a car is more suitable than buying one, don’t you think?"

Ferguson nodded, "Yes, renting is more reasonable."

Yang Yi took a breath and said, "Tonight, we must succeed."

Yang Yi walked over to the desk, opened a box, and then took out a tiny contact lens case, from which he removed a small contact lens.

Flipping his eyelid, Yang Yi tried several times to put the contact lens in his eye, but never succeeded; every time he saw his fingertip approaching his eye, he involuntarily closed it.

"Do you need help?"

Ferguson couldn’t bear to watch anymore; he had never seen a spy who couldn’t put in contact lenses for himself.

Irritated and embarrassed, Yang Yi put the contact lens back in the case and said in a low voice, "Forget it! There’s no need to transmit images anyway."

"Ferguson, you carry the perfume. If I need it, you’ll bring it to me."

Desperately wanting to meet Petra, but unsure if a connection could be established, or even if more than a few words could be exchanged, so there’s no rush to use the perfume; it’s a waste to use it outside of a confined space and when not alone with just two people.

Ferguson nodded, "Understood, do you not want to wear an earpiece?"

Checking the time on his watch, Yang Yi smiled, "No need, we’re ready now, let’s go."

This was a cocktail party, ordinary yet not so ordinary; ordinary because such parties happened daily in the glamorous New York, but what made this party special was that the host was a prominent New York real estate businessman, and he had a simple reason for this gathering—his son had just graduated from college and was about to start working. Thus, he wanted to host several parties to help his son build his social network.

As long as the janitor wanted to pull it off, there would always be an excuse.

The size of the party was considerable, with at least three hundred attendees, so it was not arranged at home but in a renowned hotel banquet hall, mainly a gathering of young people, making it more convenient with a larger space.

Yang Yi’s car stopped at the hotel entrance, he got out, showed his invitation to clear the first checkpoint, and when he arrived at the entrance of the banquet hall, a somewhat green young man was welcoming guests—he was the protagonist of this event.

Although he didn’t recognize Yang Yi, the host still said with a smile, "I’m so glad you could come, welcome."

After exchanging a few perfunctory pleasantries with the host, Yang Yi entered the banquet hall.

Once inside, Yang Yi first surveyed the environment, a fair number of people had already arrived, totaling over a hundred. A small symphony orchestra was playing soothing music; this was a relatively formal cocktail party, and even though the majority of attendees were young, you wouldn’t find a DJ, which young people might prefer.

Yang Yi did a lap, looking for Petra, then sat down in a relatively quiet corner.

He took out a tiny earpiece and put it in his ear. This was not provided by the CIA; it was his own, and of course, the only person who could talk to him was Anton.

Covering his mouth with his hand, Yang Yi whispered, "Sound check."

"Received, very clear, have fun."

"Received."

Now that communication was normal, Anton immediately said, "She hasn’t arrived yet, you can have a drink and wait."

Anton was keeping watch, he knew whether Petra had arrived or not, and so Yang Yi indeed picked up a cocktail and began to slowly sip on it.

To blend into a circle, it’s important to have someone to lead the way; through one friend, you can meet many others. However, Yang Yi was not part of this social circle; he didn’t know anyone here.

Of course, Yang Yi didn’t need to blend in, but many others wanted to break into this circle.

With such a large scale, it wouldn’t be correct to say it was a mix of all sorts, but certainly not all attendees were top-tier wealthy individuals. Some people, hoping to network with the wealthy for their own benefit, and some ambitious young people, would not miss any chance to meet the wealthy, or, as a next best option, getting to know the children of the rich could also be appealing.

Many at the party were hoping to break through the glass ceiling of social class, but if no one was willing to include them in the fun, they had to look for opportunities themselves.

As a twenty-something year-old man passed by Yang Yi, he suddenly stopped and smiled at Yang Yi, saying, "Hey, nice to meet you."

The young man had a good eye.