Spy-x-War Showdown
Chapter 135 - 134 This is a Tragedy

Chapter 135: Chapter 134 This is a Tragedy

In this world, there are few truly good people and few truly bad people; most are ordinary, neither particularly good nor bad.

Within the ranks of the prison guards, of course, there are those who, after a long time, feel absolutely nothing towards the prisoners, seeing them as nothing but walking corpses. Yet, many more guards are still affected by the emotions of the prisoners.

Compassion is inherent in everyone.

Looking at Brian’s condition, not to mention Yang Yi, even Clint or that other guard whose name Yang Yi didn’t yet know, felt a wave of discomfort in their hearts.

Brian’s face was pale, his aged features displayed only endless sorrow. His eyes, which had just been anxious and full of hope, were now lifelessly dim. To say he felt ’as if his heart had died’ was exactly to describe Brian’s state.

Brian looked up at Yang Yi, then began to slowly turn around. The shackles on his feet weren’t the sort with chains like the ones Hank wore, but rather several movable iron blocks, probably weighing over a dozen pounds, so his turning motion was very slow, looking quite pitiful.

Suddenly, as if possessed by a ghost, Yang Yi said, "Wait, do you... smoke?"

Brian stopped turning and looked at Yang Yi, speaking in a low voice, "Thank you."

Yang Yi glanced at Clint, who shrugged helplessly, and spoke softly, "Give him one."

Yang Yi took out a cigarette, placed it directly to Brian’s mouth, waited for Brian to clamp it between his lips, then lit it for him with a lighter.

After taking a drag on the cigarette, Brian bent down, took the cigarette in his hand, and sighed softly, apologizing to Clint and the other guard, "Sorry, I might have caused you trouble again, but I’m not crazy, I just still had a glimmer of hope, besides you and the newcomer, I had no one else to ask, I’m not insane, really, I’m not. Sorry."

After apologizing to the two guards, Brian looked at Yang Yi, nodded gently, and whispered, "You gave me a moment of hope; though it was brief, it’s the first time in many years I’ve encountered someone with the same name, so I still want to thank you, thank you."

Having said this, Brian nodded lightly towards the three men, then continued to move step by step toward the small door until he entered, then leaned against the wall and slowly squatted down, eventually sitting on the ground. After a long drag on the cigarette, he lowered his head onto his arms.

Brian initially didn’t move, but quickly his shoulders began to shudder, and although the sound was very faint, one could still hear him crying.

Clint sighed softly, turned his head away, and the other guard shook his head, slowly closing the iron door.

Yang Yi distributed cigarettes to the two guards and then lit one for himself before speaking in a low voice, "This is just, it’s really..."

Clint, looking annoyed, whispered, "It’s all because of those Russians, damned Soviets, the KGB ruined him."

The other guard whispered to Yang Yi, "He was a spy and quite skilled at that. I heard he used to be somebody significant, but the KGB got him. He fell in love with a Soviet spy, and then he betrayed his country. This guy looks pitiful, but he got what he deserved, you understand? He got what he deserved!"

Clint whispered, "I thought spies didn’t have room for love. Heh, he really got wrecked."

Yang Yi had just learned the name Brian, but he knew the moment he saw Brian that he was the confined spy.

Yang Yi had contemplated how he could strike up a conversation with the old spy who was locked up, how he could establish a connection with him, but he had never imagined, it would happen under such circumstances with Brian.

So, how should he proceed? Yang Yi truly didn’t know.

"He seems quite old and his health does not appear to be good. Perhaps he will die soon, but what I’m wondering now is whether he might commit suicide?"

Yang Yi finally spoke up. He glanced at the two prison guards and murmured, "Gentlemen, I shouldn’t be saying this, but I want to know, if he commits suicide, will you be in trouble?"

Both men immediately nodded, then simultaneously shook their heads.

Clint whispered, "He won’t commit suicide. Besides, he’s not that old."

The other prison guard also whispered, "That’s right, he’s just in his fifties, hardly old. I don’t know his exact age, but definitely under sixty."

Yang Yi was surprised and said, "But he looks like he’s in his seventies or eighties."

Clint shrugged and said, "Anyone locked up in solitary confinement for decades would appear older, I suppose."

The other prison guard laughed and said, "He thinks he’s not crazy, but no madman believes they’re mad, so that makes him mad."

Clint nodded and said, "That’s right, after so many years, he still wants to find that Soviet spy who deceived him. Oh, God, what a pitiful madman."

"It’s because of love, haha, a despicable traitor afflicted by grand love, how ironic."

The two prison guards muttered a few words, and Clint turned to Yang Yi, "Let’s go, he has an hour of exercise time. I’ll come back later to take him to his cell, but don’t wait here now."

Yang Yi followed Clint towards the break room, and after a few steps, he suddenly said, "Buddy, what would happen if Brian died? I never quite understood. If he’s truly that vile, why not just kill him instead of keeping him locked up?"

Clint looked at Yang Yi, shrugged, and said, "Why not kill him? Because he was sentenced to life imprisonment. I guess, perhaps he still has some value while he’s alive. He was originally detained in his own CIA jail, but the CIA doesn’t have prisons nor can they substitute the function of a prison, so later he was brought here. I heard that CIA people used to come and ask him things, but that was a long time ago. Now no one even remembers this old guy."

Yang Yi nodded, exhaled, and said thoughtfully, "Actually, I would like to have a chat with Brian. I’m a bit curious about him. I might hear an interesting story. Of course, it’s just a thought."

Clint laughed, then spread his hands and said, "Why not? He’s not dangerous now, and he’s not that important of a prisoner. He’s been forgotten already. But what’s there to talk about with him? A treasonous wretch, his story can only be a tragedy."

Yang Yi smiled and said, "Tragedy can touch the heart deeper, don’t you think so?"

Clint dismissively waved his hand and said, "I prefer comedy. Alright, sometime I might let you talk to him. It’s not a big deal."