Spy-x-War Showdown
Chapter 1339 - 1344: This is Business

Chapter 1339: Chapter 1344: This is Business

Yang Yi never thought that one day he could rely on a taxi driver to get him out of danger.

No matter who’s chasing him, having a taxi take him away seems not only unreliable but also a bit laughable.

But if it only costs fifteen hundred US Dollars to escape a pursuit, Yang Yi is, of course, willing. He is very willing.

It’s somewhat interesting.

Yang Yi immediately took out another thousand dollars, and that black driver snatched the money even faster.

"Where do you want to go?"

"Just don’t let the cops catch up!"

"I don’t see any police cars."

"It’s the FBI..."

The driver seemed very surprised, but it wasn’t the kind of surprise that frightened him, but rather a sincere admiration for Yang Yi.

"What did you do? Oh, hey hey, man, don’t tell me, I don’t want to be your accomplice, or be seen as harboring a criminal, but whatever you did, you won’t whip out a gun on me, right?"

Yang Yi shrugged, "Man, could you drive a bit faster while chatting?"

The driver scratched his neck and said, "If you get caught, can you not snitch on me, just consider that you got on a taxi, and I just delivered you to your destination, can you?"

"Isn’t that the case? You’re driving a taxi, I pay to go where I want, isn’t that how it is?"

The driver laughed, showing a big set of white teeth, then loudly said, "Yes, exactly, let me think, you want to evade rather than go to any specific place, right? In that case..."

After thinking for a moment, the driver nodded, "I got it."

No longer speaking to Yang Yi, the taxi driver focused on driving, but the speed was, to be honest, quite slow.

"Can you go faster?"

"Hold on a second, don’t rush, no rush..."

While talking, the driver suddenly turned the car into a small street, then sped up, but only slightly faster.

To be honest, if it comes to driving skills, Yang Yi should be better than this driver, but in terms of familiarity with local terrain and road conditions, he is obviously not as good as this taxi driver.

"I will take you to a place with no police, no surveillance, no cameras at all, yes, absolutely none, if you want to get rid of tracking, then this place is the best choice."

Yang Yi looked back, then calmly said, "What place?"

The taxi driver laughed again, showing a big set of white teeth, then triumphantly said, "Black neighborhood."

"Black neighborhood?"

"Of course, an area where blacks live, with a frighteningly high murder rate, full of hooligans, and every camera you see has been destroyed, intentionally, the best part is it’s close, just six streets away, this is your best choice right now."

It does sound like a good choice.

Yang Yi looked back again, no police cars, and no cars that seemed to be tailing him, this isn’t some cold war, if he were really discovered, it wouldn’t just be police cars chasing him, there should be helicopters in the sky now.

The taxi was still driving at a leisurely pace, but indeed it had entered a black community.

Three or two young people could often be seen sitting on ragged sofas outside the houses by the road, everywhere was filled with aimless people, in summary, it was a very typical black community.

"Where should I get off?"

"Hold on, hold on, do you see that roundabout up ahead? Right there, you have many roads to choose from, the best part is no surveillance, no police, hey, man, isn’t your money well spent?"

Yang Yi thought it was indeed quite worth it, then at this moment, the taxi driver continued, "If you’re willing to spend another thousand, I can help you even more."

"Huh?"

"Do you need a change of clothes? Or maybe a place to stay? Uh, of course, the price might be a bit higher, but you look like a wealthy guy, and you’ve got quite a bit of trouble, so are you willing to hold up someone with a gun and stay at their house for a night? Of course, even if you hold them up at gunpoint no one’s gonna call the police, you get what I mean, right?"

Yang Yi thought for a while, then said, "I understand, but I don’t have a gun."

"There’s one, as long as you have the money, then you have a gun, question is how much money do you have now?"

The problem is that to avoid attracting attention, Yang Yi didn’t carry too much cash, because in the United States carrying a lot of cash is already a strange thing.

"I don’t have much cash, but I have a card, is that alright..."

"Can you swipe a card? I mean, won’t you be discovered by swiping a card?"

"Someone else’s card, not related to my identity, I can swipe a lot of money."

The taxi driver laughed again, then he whispered to Yang Yi, "Man, if you’re in trouble, just find your black buddies, as long as you can swipe a card, there’s no problem."

Now Yang Yi’s identity has been exposed, if he uses a credit card of his current identity, then he’ll be quickly pinpointed, but Yang Yi surely has a usable card in his wallet, otherwise if he needs money but doesn’t have any, as one of the wealthy elite in the underworld, wouldn’t that be embarrassing.

But Yang Yi doesn’t trust that his black buddies would handle business properly.

"I can swipe almost ten thousand with my card, should be okay, I’m willing to give you all the money!"

"Ten thousand! Wow, man, you do have quite a bit of money! So it makes the problem a lot easier, doesn’t it, now, swipe a thousand on my POS machine, I have to take risks too, don’t I?"

Yang Yi readily swiped a thousand with his card, then after the taxi drove a bit longer, about two hundred meters, stopped and rolled down the window to shout at a kid daydreaming at the door, "Get your brother out here!"

The kid looked at the driver, unmoved.

"Fuck, you little punk, do you want your brother to beat you? Get him out here!"

The kid reluctantly got up and opened the door, then shouted a few times, and soon, a young man wearing a hat came out and approached the taxi.

After a series of complicated handshake gestures, the driver whispered, "Get a gun fast, this guy wants to duck the cops, he can give you a few thousand bucks!"

Looking at Yang Yi, the young man who came out widened his eyes, "Money."

"Swipe the card, swipe the card with me, do you trust me, brother? Do you trust me? If you trust me, let’s split the money, you take four thousand, I take four thousand, because this guy can fork out eight thousand! Eight thousand!"

"Hold on!"

The young man reached into his pants and pulled out a gun, quickly handed it into the car, the driver leaned back not touching the gun, but said to Yang Yi, "Man, take the gun, aim it at my brother’s head and go into his house, then... you know what I mean, right?"

This seems to work too, Yang Yi looked at the people outside the car, reached out to take the gun, then swiped his card again, swiping out eight thousand bucks.