Spy-x-War Showdown
Chapter 212 - 211: Leaving No Troubles Behind

Chapter 212: Chapter 211: Leaving No Troubles Behind

The two people standing in the train station lobby were not only watching Yang Yi, which made him feel slightly better; it wasn’t too pressing. However, his nerves were so taut that he hadn’t heard clearly what Xiao Ran had said on the phone.

Yang Yi covered the mouthpiece and chuckled, "I’m here at the station, now I’ll come to find you."

While speaking, Yang Yi naturally began walking towards the side.

Just then, a burly man who had turned his head to look at someone else suddenly looked towards Yang Yi, followed swiftly by his companion also turning to stare at Yang Yi.

Yang Yi observed the two men with the corner of his eye. He chose not to turn back but instead walked towards them.

As he brushed past the two men, Yang Yi did not enter the station hall; he opted for an alley not far from the station hall instead.

"Hey, can you hear me? Hello? Can you hear me? What are you doing?"

Yang Yi released the mouthpiece, ended the call, and put his phone in his pocket, but just then, he heard someone from behind shout loudly, "Stop right there."

No sooner had the words fallen than a hand grasped Yang Yi’s arm. He almost broke the arm of the person who had grabbed him, and he immediately turned around with a look of astonishment, exclaiming, "What are you doing!"

A middle-aged man had grabbed Yang Yi’s arm, his face grim. Immediately afterward, another man hurried over to grasp his other arm.

First startled, Yang Yi soon looked terrified. Caught between two men on either side and after a slight struggle, he yelled, "What are you doing? I don’t know you! Let go of me, what do you want?"

"Shut up!"

The man beside Yang Yi said in a low voice, while the other growled menacingly, "Don’t make a sound. We won’t hurt you, but if you dare to shout, I’ll shoot you. Do you want to eat a bullet? Don’t want to get shot, then shut up and cooperate, and you won’t get hurt."

As he spoke, a handgun appeared in the hand of the man to Yang Yi’s right, which he then placed inside his own coat, pressing it against Yang Yi’s waist.

Yang Yi’s display of terror was spot on. He was shaking, legs gone weak, making it necessary for the two men who were restraining him to use more strength to move him.

Next to the bus station was an alley strewn with trash, empty and void of people, leaving almost no other choice. Yang Yi was swiftly taken into the nearby alley.

After leading Yang Yi into the alley, one of the men released his arm and said in a low voice, "What’s your name!"

The other thrust Yang Yi against the wall, then grasped the gun, placing it at his waistline, so that passersby at the entrance of the alley could not see the gun in his hand.

Yang Yi did not give his name; trembling, he pleaded, "Don’t hurt me, I’ll give you money, my phone, take my phone, I’ll give you everything..."

"Shut up!"

The man with the gun snarled harshly before whispering, "Is he the one we’re looking for?"

"Doesn’t look like it to me, but Mr. Leff said he is, he’ll be here soon."

The man with the gun scrutinized Yang Yi and murmured, "I don’t think he looks the part; it’s probably a mistake, just by walking, what can you tell."

"Shut up, stop talking, I’ll search him!"

The man without a gun whispered to Yang Yi, "Don’t move. We’re not robbers, but we’re much more terrifying than robbers. If this is an accident, you’ll soon be able to leave. But if you dare to shout or scream, you’re going to lose your life. Don’t move, spread your legs."

While speaking, the man had already reached for Yang Yi’s waist. After feeling around and finding no gun, he reached for Yang Yi’s bag. At the same time, he kicked between Yang Yi’s feet, indicating that Yang Yi should spread his legs to make it easier for him to search.

Yang Yi now understood some things. These two men weren’t police officers, nor were they from the CIA. If they were, they would have identified themselves to get Yang Yi’s cooperation. They weren’t law enforcement, but they were after him.

When the man searching Yang Yi finally blocked his comrade’s gun muzzle, the trembling Yang Yi finally moved.

His left elbow struck out sharply, hitting the man in front of him right at the Adam’s apple, then his left hand drew a circle and the back of the opponent’s neck was grabbed with a reverse hand. At the same time, his left knee shot up violently, hitting the man’s nose with deadly precision as his left hand assisted.

Yang Yi had used a backhand grip on the man who was searching him. The reason he used a backhand rather than the more comfortable forehand to embrace the man was that pulling someone with a backhand allowed for a quicker release. After striking, his left hand could almost instantaneously come into play.

Yang Yi moved both hands at the same time; his left hand took down one man while his right hand suddenly grabbed the handgun that had been aimed at him.

With a forceful twist, he turned the handgun aside, preventing it from aiming at him. His retrieved left foot hit the ground, and his right foot lashed out with a snap.

The kick landed squarely on the gunman’s belly. Just then, the gunman pulled the trigger, and the bullet hit the wall, making a small pit.

Yang Yi’s left hand, which could be put to use, reached for his waist, right at the position of his belt buckle, where Yang Yi drew his knife.

The Moon.

A flash of cold light.

Yang Yi could only grip the knife with a backhand.

With just an extension of his arm, Yang Yi’s sideways blade slashed across the gunman’s throat, opening it halfway.

Blood sprayed out, the second shot was fired from the gun in the enemy’s hand, and the bullet once again struck the wall.

But after firing the second shot, the gunman’s hand lost its strength, and with a strong pull from Yang Yi, the handgun was finally in his possession.

The man hit by Yang Yi’s elbow and knee had fainted, out cold, and the man slashed in the throat by a knife was a goner, unless he could stop the bleeding within thirty seconds.

From the onset to the end, it took less than a second. Mian Zhang Fist moves were lethal. When Yang Yi unleashed his full strength without holding back, employing the greatest feature of Mian Zhang Fist, he could instantly bring death in a confined space. And in this case, he also had a knife in hand.

Yang Yi turned the gun around, gripped the handle, and then he fired a shot at the back of the head of the man who had fainted. Immediately after, he turned the gun muzzle and fired a shot at the second man’s head.

Firing a gun at close range at someone’s head made Yang Yi somewhat nervous. His hand was so tense that the sudden trigger pull skewed the gun barrel.

The once invincible gunman now clutched his wound, lying on the ground in despair, opening his mouth wide, trying to suck air into his lungs. His consciousness was beginning to dissipate, to the point that the shot beside his ear didn’t even startle him.

Yang Yi lowered the gun barrel, almost pointing it directly at the man’s nose, and fired.

Actually, Yang Yi didn’t want to kill the two men, but since they had both seen his face from close range, it was necessary to ensure their death. Even the slightest chance of survival was unacceptable.

With the complications now thoroughly dealt with, Yang Yi took off running.