Spy-x-War Showdown
Chapter 1340 - 1345 Helper

Chapter 1340: Chapter 1345 Helper

Yang Yi picked up the gun again, got out of the car, and pointed the gun at the head of the black young man.

The kid sitting at the door was indifferent, and the young man with the gun to his head shouted, "Hey, man, what do you want to do? Oh, you’re pointing a gun at my head, God, it’s terrifying, you can do whatever you want, just don’t hurt me."

The driver said, "Okay, it’s up to you guys now, I’m leaving, brother, see you tonight."

The young man with the gun to his head shouted, "See you tonight, hey, don’t forget to bring money when you see me!"

After the taxi drove far away, the young man with the gun to his head routinely said, "Alright, you have a gun, don’t hurt my family, now you can go inside."

Yang Yi, holding the gun silently, followed the young man up two steps to the door. Just as the young man opened the door, he suddenly walked to the side, patted the head of the kid who seemed about ten years old, and shouted, "Get inside! Can’t you see we’re being held hostage? Go watch your TV!"

The kid reluctantly went inside, and Yang Yi shrugged, finding the experience rather strange but still followed inside.

Once Yang Yi got inside, the young man closed the door and immediately shouted, "Mom! Mom! Where are you!"

A very fat woman stormed out, yelling, "Stop shouting! You guys..."

Seeing Yang Yi and the gun in his hand, then seeing her son’s indifferent expression, the woman widened her eyes and said, "Oh, shit! What kind of nonsense is this! You’re being held at gunpoint by a white guy in your own home?"

"Hey! Stop, it’s...man, I can get two thousand bucks! Two thousand bucks!"

The woman immediately widened her eyes and said, "Two thousand bucks? You better give me at least a thousand bucks, listen, I..."

"Okay, okay! You’ll get it tonight, now take my buddy to change clothes, if he wants to eat, give him something to eat, let him stay the night, we’ll get two thousand bucks, now I want to watch TV, if you want your thousand bucks, do as I say!"

After saying this impatiently, the black guy reached out his hand again and said to Yang Yi, "Man, give me the gun, I only lent it to you, not gave it to you, now you don’t need it anymore."

Yang Yi pinched the gun grip with two fingers and handed it over, then he whispered, "I don’t need to stay overnight, give me a set of clothes and a pair of shoes, I’ll leave soon."

The young man glanced at Yang Yi and shook his head, "Dude, it’s not wise to leave now, um, I think it’s better if you leave at night."

Yang Yi shook his head, "No, I can’t stay long."

"Your trouble is big?"

Yang Yi thought for a moment and nodded, "Yes, my trouble is not minor, the FBI is looking for me, I’m worried the police will come soon."

At this moment, the young man and his mother both had their eyes brightened, they weren’t afraid, rather they saw more money beckoning to them.

"You need help."

It was the woman who spoke first.

Then the kid watching TV turned his head and shouted at Yang Yi, "My cousin can help you, he’s the best, he can get you anything you want."

Finally, the young man nodded and said, "That’s right, man, you want to leave safely? I can help you, but you..."

After making the classic money-counting gesture, Yang Yi understood, he nodded and said, "I can take out another ten thousand bucks, um, yes, I can take out another ten thousand! To get away, I’m willing to put out all my money, but I can only use a card."

Yang Yi felt that maybe his luck was beginning to improve.

For a low-level black person, ten thousand US Dollars is a huge sum, a super huge sum.

"Ten thousand bucks? Ten thousand! You gotta give me two thousand, oh no, you can only use a card? Alright, that’s fine, go change clothes, follow me quickly, before the cops get here."

Unaware of what these people intended, Yang Yi still went to change clothes—an old T-shirt, baggy shorts, and a cap with a sweat smell.

Except for the skin color, Yang Yi already looked a lot like a black person.

"Now follow me, if you get caught, no matter what you say, you’ve taken me hostage, so you need to pick up the gun again."

Yang Yi remained silent and followed the young man out of the house. The two walked quickly along the small street for several hundred meters and arrived at a house where at least ten people were sitting idly.

Seeing a black guy being held at gunpoint by a white guy, those people immediately stood up, and moments later, at least ten guns were aimed at Yang Yi.

"Cousin, this is my...friend, I was taken hostage by him, guys, put down your guns."

Hurriedly walking to the fat guy sitting there, the young man whispered a few urgent words, then the fat guy looked at Yang Yi, his eyebrows raising and said, "You have ten thousand bucks?"

"Yes, but only with a card."

"With a card..."

The fat guy was the kind of stout guy who looked particularly strong, dressed like a rapper, and after pondering for a moment, the fat guy still nodded and said, "Alright, now we’re all being held hostage by you, man, raise your gun a bit higher."

Yang Yi raised the gun, and then the fat guy shouted, "Guys, we’re being held hostage, now let’s get inside, because we’re being held hostage."

One person holding over a dozen hostages, Yang Yi followed them inside. After entering, the muscular rapper-looking man said, "What do you want?"

Yang Yi took a breath and said, "I want to reach New Jersey after dark, also, I hope to get some paint, if you can buy me what I need, I’ll give you ten thousand bucks."

"Paint?"

"Yes, it’s simple, easy to buy, and not expensive, at most only tens of dollars, just need to buy it dispersedly."

"Okay, give the money first, but if I don’t receive the money, I’ll kill you and hand you over to the police, because you intend to take me hostage with a gun."

Unexpectedly being able to be rescued by a group of black small-time thugs was something Yang Yi never thought of, but he quickly wrote down what he needed.

The problem for Yang Yi was that he had no way or no time to buy the things he needed, even some simple disguises were impossible, but now he had more helpers, so he could really leave.

After someone actually helped Yang Yi buy the stuff, Yang Yi looked at the dozen or so people around him, then pointed at a black man with a similar build to himself and said, "Hey, man, do you have a driver’s license? Or give me your social security number, that way, when I reach the place tonight, I can give you another thousand bucks, cash, as long as I can leave here, I can get cash."