Spy-x-War Showdown
Chapter 1129 - 1134: Hello, Traitor.

Chapter 1129: Chapter 1134: Hello, Traitor.

Although Anton had left, he did not go directly to the target’s home.

After parting from Boer’s place, Anton returned to his own safe house, because it was there that he had all the tools and gear he needed.

"Living in an apartment, this bastard."

Muttering under his breath, Anton began picking out the items he would need,

"Forty-eight floors, what a hassle, such a hassle indeed..."

He stuffed a bundle of rope into his backpack, and after some thought, added two anchor plates and several pitons, then he also threw a hood into his backpack.

With nothing else to grab, Anton shouldered his considerably heavy backpack, went out to the car he had just bought not long ago, and drove towards the apartment where his target resided.

There were fewer cars at night, and the traffic wasn’t as congested, but it still took Anton forty minutes to reach the place where the target lived.

A very tall high-rise apartment building, luxury apartments, the kind that only free and wealthy people could afford, with large space, a great view, and, most importantly, a very ample and responsible security force.

Anton parked the car some distance from the apartment and then, looking up at the fifty-storey building, he shook his head and said, "I hope I won’t have to rappel; I haven’t used ropes in a very long time."

Heaving a light sigh, Anton walked towards the apartment, passed through an infrared-controlled automatic door, and arrived at the front desk.

Anton didn’t look like someone who could afford to live there. The receptionist, a young man in a suit, with a polite demeanor, looked at Anton with a puzzled gaze and said with a polite tone, "Can I help you, sir?"

Anton nodded, then pointed at the ceiling with his finger and said, "I want to go up, to visit someone. I want to know how to get there, does the elevator require a card?"

The young man frowned and said, "It does require a card, sir. If you are not an owner here, you can’t go up, unless you have an invitation from someone who lives here; only then I can help you with the card. However, if you have not received an invitation, I’m afraid you have to leave now, sir."

Anton nodded and said, "I don’t have an invitation, but I have a pass."

"A pass? We don’t have such things here."

"We do, just a moment."

Anton took down his backpack and began rummaging through it.

The young receptionist gestured towards the security guards who were nearby, and so, two fully-armed guards with pistols on their waists quickly converged towards them.

"Found it, just that I’ve never used it, unsure how well it works."

Anton, with a delighted face, took out a canister of spray, by then the young receptionist’s face had changed color, and he said with a resolute and low voice, "Sir, please leave immediately! Otherwise, they will..."

Anton turned and with a swift chop of his hand, he struck at one of the guard’s necks, turned again, grabbed the baton that was swinging down at his head with the same hand, and with his arm, he choked the guard’s neck, squeezing forcefully until the guard’s body instantly sagged powerlessly.

"Don’t worry, they won’t die."

Anton covered his own nose with one hand, then sprayed the mist towards the receptionist’s nose.

The receptionist stumbled back, covering his nose with his hand.

Anton furrowed his brows and said, "Really hard to use."

With a leap, Anton jumped behind the front desk and then stared down the receptionist with a stern voice, "Do you want to die? If not, take your hand away, take a deep breath, and don’t force me to make you do it violently, thank you."

The young man removed his hand, and Anton sprayed the mist, after the young man took two deep breaths, Anton stepped back satisfied and said, "Good, now start counting, from one to ten."

"One, two, three..."

The front desk clerk, with a face full of terror as he was counting, suddenly turned bewildered, his eyes completely losing their luster, but he still stood there, staring straight at Anton.

"Takes effect in three seconds, not bad, this stuff is pretty good."

Pleased and surprised, Anton tossed the spray in his hand and caught it, then addressed the front desk, "Now tell me, are there surveillance cameras watching this spot?"

"Yes, but it’s very safe here, so the security guards are probably asleep, unless I hit the alarm bell."

"Did you hit it?"

"No."

"Good, now take me to the elevator, I need to go to the 48th floor. Oh, can you open the door for the homeowner?"

"I can’t..."

"Useless, never mind, just wait here for me."

Anton jumped out again, dragging two security guards behind the front desk counter, then said, "Now take me to the elevator."

The front desk helped Anton open the elevator door, swiped his card for him, and pressed the button for the 48th floor.

"Go back to your post, forget all this, okay, sit there and take a nap, go ahead."

The front desk clerk wandered off in a daze, and once the elevator doors closed, Anton let out a sigh of relief, murmuring to himself, "This is great, no need to rappel down from the roof of a 50-story building, this is really great."

The elevator doors opened, and Anton stepped out.

The apartments here were all quite large, and Anton’s mark was even more so, a wealthy individual living in a space of four to five hundred square meters. The key point was that it was one household per elevator, so Anton didn’t need to search; the target’s home door was right outside the elevator.

Anton approached the door and took out two pieces of wire, but his brow frowned upon seeing that the door lock was electronic.

"How did that guy Ben open electronic locks again..."

After thinking for a bit, Anton directly knocked on the door.

He knocked hard, with great force.

It didn’t take long before an irritated and angry man yelled, "Who is it! Who’s knocking, identify yourself or I’m calling the cops and security!"

In an urgent voice, Anton said, "Mr. Benfield, please open the door quickly, I’m the property management personnel. There’s been a fire on the 38th floor, the automatic sprinkler system is partially shut off to avoid unnecessary damage to everyone’s furniture. But the fire department requires all residents of the building to evacuate quickly. Please get up right away, do not take any valuables, rest assured, the fire is under control, but for your safety, please leave quickly."

"What? There’s been a fire?"

After a startled question, the door opened, revealing a fat, bald man in a bathrobe. Before he could speak, Anton barged in.

A punch landed on the man’s belly, bending the target over, unable to speak or cry out.

"Hello."

Casually closing the door, Anton pressed down on the man’s shoulders and smiled, "This is a greeting from The Punisher, you traitor."

"Traitor? I don’t know you, I’m not a traitor..."

As the man finally managed to stammer out words, Anton smiled and said, "You’re about to become a traitor soon enough. I say your name looks like that of a traitor’s, so you must be one. Most importantly, I’ll make you one."