Spy-x-War Showdown
Chapter 1199 - 1204: I Am the Price

Chapter 1199: Chapter 1204: I Am the Price

For the third time, Xiao Ran saved Yang Yi.

This time, Yang Yi truly couldn’t repay her. Although he hadn’t repaid her the last two times either, this time he really had no way of doing so.

All that intelligence, all that composure and strength—at this moment, Yang Yi’s mind was in utter chaos. He felt as if his thoughts were completely scrambled.

When Yang Yi realized he should say something to Xiao Ran, to make her hold on, to stop her from falling into despair, he discovered that the hand Xiao Ran had been using to clutch his arm had already gone limp.

Xiao Ran’s eyes had closed.

Yang Yi paused for a moment, then continued dragging Xiao Ran, pulling her into the nearby shop.

After putting Xiao Ran down, Yang Yi looked at her motionless form, turned around, and staggered outside, stumbling to Anton’s side.

Anton’s face was twisted in pain, yet he hadn’t made a single sound.

Humans are fragile—no matter how strong one is, getting shot changes everything. No matter how formidable Anton was, once shot, he could only lie on the ground. The idea that someone could take a bullet in the stomach or chest and still leap around like in the movies? Impossible. Even the strongest willpower couldn’t make that happen.

In fact, Anton’s ability to avoid screaming in agony was already an incredible show of resilience.

While dragging Anton back, Anton suddenly whispered, "Dead?"

Yang Yi remained silent; Anton didn’t ask again. He simply closed his eyes and let out a faint sigh.

That was the price.

The cost of being a spy, even when the mission was meant to be an act.

Dragging Anton into the shop as well, Yang Yi pulled the handgun from Anton’s waist. He glanced at Xiao Ran, lying there motionless on the ground, and suddenly said, "I didn’t get the chance to say anything earlier. I don’t know if she’s already dead."

As he spoke, tears spilled uncontrollably down his face, dripping onto his wounds and stinging them like fire.

Yang Yi seemed oblivious to the pain of his injuries—he only felt that the tears were clouding his vision.

He raised his arm to wipe away the tears, but the movement caused his sleeve to brush against fragments of broken glass on his face, intensifying the pain.

Yet Yang Yi felt completely numb. The only thing he needed to focus on now was forcibly suppressing the desire surging from the depths of his heart.

The desire for self-destruction.

Picking up the handgun, Yang Yi walked to the doorway and peered outside. When he tried to lift his left hand, he realized that it wouldn’t move.

So, using the grip of the handgun in his right hand, Yang Yi supported his left wrist and raised his arm. Then, speaking into his watch, he said, "All wiped out. Unable to pursue. Mission failed..."

Momentarily dazed, Yang Yi took a deep breath and continued speaking to the watch: "Requesting backup. Send me an ambulance! Please save me!"

The grey-cloaked people didn’t show up again; Yang Yi no longer cared about what they might be planning. He had a singular wish now—to keep Xiao Ran alive.

Because Xiao Ran was a price Yang Yi could not afford to pay.

Leaning against the doorframe, Yang Yi powerlessly gazed at the road beyond the doorway, silently praying for reinforcements to arrive quickly.

But unfortunately, what came first was the enemy—or perhaps, it was the allies—depending on how one viewed it.

Four figures spread out and closed in on Yang Yi.

Yang Yi didn’t hide, didn’t dodge, didn’t resist. He raised his handgun; his heart was eerily calm. He didn’t think about the trajectory, didn’t worry about his trembling hand. He simply raised the gun and fired.

The bullet traveled fifty meters and buried itself in the eye socket of a moving enemy.

Before the enemy even hit the ground, Yang Yi fired a second shot. This one also struck the target he hadn’t aimed for but had intended to hit—a shot to the torso. Though the shot landed, it didn’t achieve the intended results.

At that moment, a vehicle came roaring up, leaping onto the pedestrian walkway. Despite braking hard, it still slammed into the wall next to Yang Yi.

The car door swung open. Bonnie, holding a gun in one hand and dragging a small case with the other, rushed past Yang Yi and into the shop.

Yang Yi stepped back a pace and watched Bonnie. In a low voice, he said, "You shouldn’t have come..."

Bonnie looked at Xiao Ran, then at Anton, and finally fixed her gaze on Yang Yi’s face.

"You..."

She shook her head slightly, then crouched down. Bonnie pulled off Xiao Ran’s bulletproof plate, lifted her vest, sliced open her clothing with a knife, examined her wound, and then made a face of despair: "I... I’ll stop the bleeding!"

Yang Yi said softly, "I’m begging you."

Bonnie wasn’t a doctor. There were no doctors here. But everyone had some basic first-aid training.

From Xiao Ran’s condition, Yang Yi knew she likely couldn’t be saved. She was expected to die from massive blood loss.

But Bonnie pulled out a small canister, attached a long spray tube to it, inserted the tube deep into Xiao Ran’s wound, and started pressing the canister. Reddish foam surged from the wound.

"What is that?"

Yang Yi asked in surprise, and Bonnie replied in a low voice, "Hemostatic foam. Extremely powerful at stopping bleeding. It has significant side effects, but if removed within two hours, the risks are manageable."

Once Bonnie emptied the entire canister, she released Xiao Ran, grabbed another canister, went to Anton’s side, and emptied that one too. She spoke to Anton softly: "With this, you won’t need to worry about blood loss for the next five hours, so your life is safe."

Anton looked at Yang Yi and said, "Use it on him too."

Bonnie shook her head and said quietly, "There’s none left."

Anton’s expression froze. "None left? Why don’t you carry more of this stuff?"

Bonnie answered softly, "Because this product we developed—aside from the United States—has less than twenty units circulating globally. We only had three, and I brought two."

Bonnie glanced at Yang Yi again and said softly, "They... value you greatly!"

Yang Yi said nothing.

Bonnie sighed lightly and muttered under her breath, "I am the price!"

Yang Yi froze, staring blankly at Bonnie.

Bonnie raised her handgun, aimed it at Yang Yi, and said quietly, "Yes, I am the price. I don’t want to fall into the hands of the grey-cloaked people, but I will inevitably end up in their hands if I am not killed. They... don’t want me to fall into their hands either. So, I must be the price."

Yang Yi shook his head and replied softly, "You’re not."

Bonnie smiled radiantly. "I have to be the price, so I’ll count to three, then I’ll shoot you in the head. If you don’t want to die, shoot me first. Aim carefully; your marksmanship isn’t always perfect. One!"

Anton glanced at Yang Yi, his face wrought with pain. He murmured, "She’s serious... pull the trigger!"

Yang Yi lifted his handgun and aimed at Bonnie’s brow.

Bonnie smiled faintly, exhaled softly, and said, "Two!"

Yang Yi still didn’t fire, though his hands trembled. Bonnie’s smile vanished, her voice turning cold: "Three!"