Spy-x-War Showdown
Chapter 1209 - 1214: The Dust Settles

Chapter 1209: Chapter 1214: The Dust Settles

There should be follow-up actions, someone should rescue Elvin.

Yang Yi was absolutely confident about this.

Elvin must not be captured alive by the Grey-cloaked People. He could die, he could voluntarily sacrifice himself to make the situation seem more believable, but he couldn’t be captured alive.

A man, after all, is still just a man. Elvin is ultimately flesh and blood, not a robot. No matter how strong his will might be, once he falls into the hands of the Grey-cloaked People, leading to rounds of interrogation, it’s highly likely he would spill everything he knows.

To prevent Elvin from saying things he shouldn’t, he either must not be captured or, if captured, he must be killed by his own people.

If he cannot be rescued, being killed by his own people would be the best outcome.

Keaton turned around, shielding Elvin with his body. His right hand drew a pistol, his eyes cautiously scanning every person in the café.

Bonnie stepped forward, grabbed Yang Yi’s wheelchair, and swiftly pulled him back.

Bonnie was afraid of getting caught in the crossfire.

At the exact moment Keaton announced success to the empty air, the café was immediately flooded with electromagnetic interference. Full-spectrum jamming meant no electronic equipment could send out any signals.

Just then, two customers drinking coffee noticed Keaton drawing his gun. They instinctively left their seats and began running toward the door. However, their movements were just a feint; one of them abruptly turned around and fired in that same moment.

Keaton fired as well, taking a bullet to the chest. Before collapsing, he managed to kill the man who shot him.

Keaton staggered, took a step back, and grabbed Elvin for support, trying to keep himself upright.

As for the other attacker, Keaton no longer needed to deal with them.

A middle-aged woman, another café patron, had pulled out her handgun and shot the second man dead.

The firefight turned white-hot the instant it began.

The café descended into chaos. Keaton had been shot, unable to stay on his feet; he deliberately fell backward, still trying to shield Elvin with his body.

There were two doors. Dozens of customers. Two people disguised as cleaners had already fallen to gunfire, while on the Grey-cloaked People’s side, only Keaton—clearly a target—had been shot.

The middle-aged woman cautiously approached Keaton and Elvin. As she reached Keaton’s side, a seemingly panicked customer suddenly drew a gun and aimed directly at Elvin’s head.

Abandoning the rescue effort, the cleaners now aimed to kill Elvin.

Elvin was pinned under Keaton’s body, but his head was slightly exposed to the side. Seeing the gunman’s movement, Keaton instinctively shifted his body sideways. The bullet struck his neck.

The weapon was a handgun, loaded with hollow-point rounds. Hollow-point bullets are devastating in stopping power but lack penetration. The bullet tore a massive hole in Keaton’s neck, spilling blood everywhere, yet it failed to pass through and hit Elvin.

Keaton was doomed. No amount of reinforcements or aid could save him; his injuries were simply beyond recovery.

Yang Yi knew nothing about Keaton except his name. But knowing that Keaton was trusted enough to stay by Aaron’s side, Yang Yi understood his role must have been significant and influential.

This incredibly important man had chosen, without hesitation, to shield Elvin with his own body, trading his life to save Elvin’s.

Those who wanted Elvin dead fought to protect him. Those who wanted Elvin alive fought to kill him.

As Elvin faced death with resolve, Keaton must have prepared himself for a self-sacrificial exchange.

Why wasn’t Keaton wearing a bulletproof vest? Why wasn’t anyone—whether cleaner or Grey-cloaked—wearing one?

It’s because bulletproof vests are too conspicuous. Hiding them from the eyes of an experienced operative is nearly impossible, and to avoid exposure, no one wore them.

The battlefield for spies rarely involves sprays of bullets—it’s far deadlier than that.

In mere seconds, Keaton was gone.

The middle-aged woman finally reached Keaton and Elvin’s side. She ignored the mortally wounded Keaton and instead turned to stand on his other side.

A customer—an elderly man who seemed around seventy—suddenly rose amidst the chaos, drew a gun, and aimed it at Yang Yi.

The woman fired at the old man. A nearby waiter lunged at him. A seemingly frantic fleeing customer hurled himself toward Yang Yi.

The woman struck the old man. The waiter tackled him. The customer who rushed to shield Yang Yi was just a step too late—his arm flung up, blocking nothing, as the bullet grazed past him, scraped Bonnie who was trying to turn the wheelchair to shield Yang Yi with her own back, and finally hit Yang Yi’s neck.

The bullet struck Yang Yi’s neck, but he was unharmed. It merely carved a bloody groove in the thick flesh between his neck and shoulder.

Yang Yi was like a wooden doll—expressionless, unmoving—staring blankly at everything, witnessing the cleaners trying to kill him, and seeing the Grey-cloaked People sacrificing themselves to shield him from harm.

Yang Yi knew the old man could have killed him outright. The old man had succeeded in his attack but deliberately chose a spot that looked terrifying yet posed little real threat.

The gunmanship was superb!

After skillfully carving a frightening wound in Yang Yi’s neck like a surgical incision, the old man died. The middle-aged woman had shot him, but the fatal blow was dealt by the waiter who had slit half his throat.

The customer standing in front of Yang Yi pulled out a gun, glanced back at Yang Yi with visible relief, and then made a rapid hand gesture toward Bonnie, signaling her to leave immediately with Yang Yi.

Bonnie continued pushing Yang Yi out but quickly halted.

A bullet from an unknown source struck the middle-aged woman standing in front of Elvin and Keaton, exploding her head.

Another customer stood up and fired four shots, killing cleaners that Yang Yi hadn’t noticed.

At this point, only a few panicked patrons had managed to flee the café, as everything had unfolded too quickly, and the transitions between killers and victims were far too swift.

Among the screaming, frenzied crowd, no one could tell who the cleaners were or who the Grey-cloaked People were.

No one could distinguish anyone in such chaos; no one had the time to carefully identify friend or foe. So there was only one course of action.

The cleaners were intensely focused on killing Elvin, and now Yang Yi as well—they had to ensure these two would never leak information. Meanwhile, the Grey-cloaked People were determined to protect them at all costs.

In under a minute, a flood of heavily armed personnel in bulletproof vests, wielding submachine guns and pistols, stormed in through the doors. That’s when Yang Yi knew everything was over.

Yang Yi knew he wouldn’t die, because the cleaners wouldn’t kill him. He was utterly unconcerned—he simply knew it was all over.