Spy-x-War Showdown
Chapter 1332 - 1337 Transformation

Chapter 1332: Chapter 1337 Transformation

Yang Yi felt he must rest for a while, otherwise he wouldn’t be able to face the dangerous environment ahead in his best state.

He had been tense for several days, experienced continuous long-haul flights, and Yang Yi was no iron man. His mind and body were both extremely fatigued, and Anton was equally exhausted, possibly even more so than Yang Yi.

He took out two pre-prepared phones from the safe house, inserted the SIM cards, charged them, then placed the weapon beside the pillow. Yang Yi quickly fell asleep.

Five hours of sleep was not enough for a full recovery, but with Yang Yi’s physical condition, five hours were sufficient to alleviate his fatigue, allowing him to meet the coming challenges in near-optimal condition.

How important is a good state?

To give a simple example, if Yang Yi were too sleepy to keep his eyes open, he might not notice the unusual look of an oncoming pedestrian, and that person with the unusual look might be about to pull out a gun on him.

When a single oversight could be fatal, one must be entirely alert to observe all situations around. Failure to do so means danger.

Therefore, staying an extra five hours to gain more physical and mental energy is a highly cost-effective option for Yang Yi and Anton, given their dangerous situation.

Yang Yi and Anton woke up almost simultaneously, then they started to wash up and eat. After eating, they began selecting appropriate identities.

"I’m a bit too tall..."

Looking at a row of various women’s wigs, Yang Yi sighed with a bit of regret, feeling that disguising as a woman would be safer. However, his height was a bit too tall—while tall women aren’t uncommon in the United States, a woman over six feet tall would surely attract more male attention, which is an unnecessary risk for someone needing makeup to escape.

Anton pulled open a drawer and took out a stack of driver’s licenses and another stack of passports.

"Hmm, I can use this identity."

Anton opened a passport towards Yang Yi. The photo on the passport was of an old man, appearing to be around seventy, with French nationality. His body type was slightly fat, similar to Anton’s physique, which meant less work for Anton’s disguise.

"A French passport? Hmm, check when the entry was. If the visa expired, that would be awkward."

Anton checked and said, "A work visa, no problem."

Yang Yi browsed through a stack of passports repeatedly. Finally, he picked one up and said, "Then I’ll choose this one."

Yang Yi chose a Caucasian identity, with nationality from the United States.

"You’re going to disguise as a Caucasian?"

"Yes, what do you think?"

"If you disguise as a Caucasian, it might be noticed at security checkpoints; I think an Asian identity would be more fitting."

Yang Yi shrugged and said, "But there aren’t suitable Asian passports here."

"What about the hair, change color or use a wig?"

"Change the hairstyle and color, okay, let’s start, I’ll help you in a moment."

Yang Yi began meticulously applying a liquid that could change skin color—different from typical women’s cosmetics. This makeup lotion was something only spies could use, not because of its effectiveness, but due to its costly, extremely rare, and damaging effects on the skin, which cosmetics couldn’t tolerate. It’s okay to use once or twice, but using it long-term could lead to skin cancer, unless a woman didn’t mind that.

Filling the gel-like substance on his face, raising the nose was secondary. The crucial part was that Yang Yi changed his facial structure to look nothing like his original appearance.

The equipment in the safe house was comprehensive but couldn’t possibly stock every high-tech gear. A safe house that wasn’t sure when it would be activated or if it would be activated could not be filled with everything a spy might need, as the costs would be excessively expensive.

Anton’s disguise was relatively simple. After he turned himself into an old man, he walked to Yang Yi’s side and said, "Haircut."

"Alright, um, a very short cut."

Yang Yi sat in front of the mirror. Anton picked up scissors and clippers, quickly turning Yang Yi’s hair into a buzz cut, and then began selecting the color.

"How about brown?"

"Okay."

"Hmm, the color change needs to be very natural. Let me test the effect first."

For a successful disguise, the hair was incredibly important, so Anton’s haircutting skills were enough to be a barber. Although perhaps not a very high-level one, as skills could degrade over time if not practiced, he was definitely a master’s level at dyeing effects.

Under twenty minutes, Yang Yi’s hair turned to a light brown color, achieving a quick and effective change.

Yang Yi picked colored contact lenses, which women use for beauty, but Yang Yi used them to change his eye color and iris pattern.

Yang Yi carefully extracted thin transparent sheets corresponding to the passport number from a small box, then used glue to attach each sheet sequentially onto his fingers.

A fake identity wasn’t just about a passport.

If iris scans were required, the colored contacts might not pass, but for fingerprint verification, Yang Yi had nothing to worry about.

New clothes weren’t the only necessity; even the suitcase had to be prepared.

The suitcase must perfectly match Yang Yi’s fake identity. The items inside, including worn but not yet laundered clothes, had to be meticulously arranged within the suitcase. It must not have any slips during any inspection.

Yang Yi finally started gathering all his weapons, naturally the genuine ones. A gun certainly wouldn’t be taken, nor a knife. Yang Yi only brought weapons that didn’t look like weapons and wouldn’t become weapons in the hands of ordinary people.

Such as a few thin silk threads, a wedding ring with a tiny hidden spike, a pair of sunglasses whose frame could be removed to reveal a short sharp spike, and so on.

For Yang Yi, the most reliable weapons were his hands and brain.

Reluctantly hiding away the short blade he wouldn’t easily part with, Yang Yi clapped his hands to confirm the fingerprints wouldn’t come off and said to Anton in a Welsh accent, "I’m ready."

Anton pulled his fisherman’s hat down and said in French, "I’m ready too, then let’s go."

Yang Yi shrugged and said, "No, I think we should book flights first, and book them in advance. Then, we go to the hotel."