Spy-x-War Showdown
Chapter 1338 - 1343: Brothers, Give Me a Hand

Chapter 1338: Chapter 1343: Brothers, Give Me a Hand

Is it really that unlucky, or has the FBI become so formidable that it won’t let him run a single step?

Although shocked and nervous inside, Yang Yi still pointed at himself with a face of surprise and said uncertainly, "Me?"

"Yes, you, don’t move, put your hands up."

Someone had already shown their badge, and it was indeed the FBI. Well, it seems the FBI sent out their elite.

Raising his hands, Yang Yi looked puzzled and asked, "What happened?"

It should be his height and body outline that got him noticed, not that his identity had been confirmed, Yang Yi made an initial judgment. If that’s the case, then there’s still a chance.

"Search him."

The person blocking Yang Yi pulled out a gun, not caring that it might cause tension. He himself seemed a little nervous, so he simply pointed the gun at Yang Yi’s head.

Yang Yi’s legs looked somewhat wobbly, although not parched, he kept swallowing hard.

"Officer, you must have mistaken me for someone else, I, I..."

"Don’t talk."

The person searching him took out a wallet from Yang Yi’s inner pocket and handed it to the one with the gun. The gunman opened the wallet, looked at the photos inside, and then at Yang Yi. His expression relaxed a little.

"Name?"

"There’s my driver’s license inside..."

"Name!"

"Uh, Martin Ratford."

"Your driver’s license number, recite it for me now, quickly!"

Yang Yi immediately recited the driver’s license number, stammering but without hesitation.

When Yang Yi finished reciting the number, the person who stopped him looked a bit more relaxed. He glanced at Yang Yi, and at this moment, the person who searched him stood up straight and shook his head.

Yang Yi, of course, carried no weapons.

The wallet was slapped onto Yang Yi’s chest, and the gun was put away. The man who stopped Yang Yi took a deep breath and said in a deep voice, "You can go now, a random check. We’re tracking a serial killer. Um, you can go now."

Yang Yi pressed the wallet with one hand, put it back in his pocket, lowered his other hand, and said, trembling, "Can I go now? I..."

"Leave here!"

Yang Yi quickly swallowed his words and walked briskly away.

Yang Yi’s posture was the same as before, but it was completely different from his previous identity.

Watching Yang Yi walk twenty meters away, the FBI guy shook his head, turned to his companions, and said, "We’ll guard this entrance. Until the equipment arrives, we can’t let a single suspicious target slip by, male, about 1.8 meters tall."

"Boss, how are we supposed to check? Are we really stopping every man?"

"Don’t ask, don’t ask me what happened. I don’t know, but I will definitely recognize him if I see him. So you don’t need to stop every man."

"What about that guy just now?"

"He looked a bit like him, just a bit. The height matched, the leg length and eye distance looked similar, but they aren’t the same person."

"Nobody can escape your eyes, boss. I hope that guy comes through here. If he meets you, haha, we’ll get a reward, right?"

"No, it would be deadly, guys, it would be deadly. Don’t think this is an easy task. We’re dealing with the most dangerous guy in this world. Wait..."

The speaker suddenly paused, tilted his head slightly, then put his hand to his ear, as if out of instinct to use a radio.

"What’s up, boss? Is there a problem?"

"No, no problem, I think... wait, did that guy use his right hand to take the wallet just now?"

"I think so, why?"

"Of course there’s a problem. I slapped the wallet on his right chest. He should’ve used his left hand to hold the wallet, but why did he use the right one?"

"He’s not left-handed..."

"No! Because he didn’t have a wedding ring on his left hand, and he’s married with children, fuck!"

"Hey, boss, are you going to report this?"

"What do you want to say?"

"Boss, this is a CIA matter. If you said you let a potential target slip, especially after checking him..."

"Fuck! This time it’s different!"

Then, the FBI detective put his hand to the headset and said urgently, "I just checked a man who might be the target. I repeat, I’m not sure, but I might’ve brushed shoulders with the target just now!"

Yang Yi didn’t know what happened after he left, but later his disguise failed again. It didn’t last an hour, not even ten minutes.

Does he think changing disguises a few times can let him escape forever?

What a joke, the Organization of Water isn’t the only one with talent in this world.

Yang Yi must quickly change again, but there’s a problem: this time he’s unprepared, lacking clothes, documents, wigs, and other essential disguises.

Facing the country’s full-scale manhunt, only then can one appreciate its power.

Yang Yi felt very anxious. He had to think of a way to meet up with Kate, but now it was hard to do so.

Who can Yang Yi trust now?

The most trusted, who Yang Yi would never doubt, the person who could be the last stop, was only Kate.

Kate was waiting for Yang Yi somewhere, ready to pick him up and cover for him. But Yang Yi was a bit far from her, and judging by the current situation, he might even be caught midway.

If the disguise just now could have bought an hour, Yang Yi could’ve found Kate and been truly safe. But now, he was running out of time.

Yang Yi felt frustrated. He shouldn’t have taken off the ring just now. If he had worn the wedding ring, he might’ve gotten an extra three to five minutes. But because he took it off, he might’ve been targeted again.

It’s not that Yang Yi didn’t think about it. Since he used a fake identity, he naturally prepared everything needed for the disguise. But the problem was, the prepared ring was too big, by two sizes.

The consequence of a ring being two sizes too big is it would be too loose. Yang Yi would rather abandon the ring than wear one too big, because going without a ring can mean being single or divorced, but with an ill-fitting ring, there would definitely be problems. Trying to cover up is bad; not covering up, if that FBI guy noticed, he wouldn’t be able to leave.

Yang Yi’s fingers looked good, slender and long, but this also made them unsuitable for a ring fit for a standard middle-aged white guy.

The work hit a snag at this point, a tiny glitch. Of course, nothing in this world is perfect, but such a tiny flaw caused big trouble for Yang Yi.

Yang Yi saw a taxi, a passenger just got off, and another one was about to get on. Yang Yi rushed over and pushed aside the man holding the door, getting inside. Then he closed the door, pulled out five hundred-dollar bills, and handed them to the driver, saying in a deep voice, "Buddy, I’m in trouble, take me away and I’ll give you another five hundred!"

The black driver swiftly put away the money while stepping on the gas, then he said urgently, "Cops after you, buddy? Another thousand, and I guarantee I’ll get you to your place!"