Spy-x-War Showdown
Chapter 213 - 212: Kill One in Ten Steps

Chapter 213: Chapter 212: Kill One in Ten Steps

Not leaving any loose ends was Yang Yi’s subjective wish, and although that’s exactly what he tried to do, whether he had actually left any loose ends was an objective reality beyond his control.

With the hand that held the gun, he pulled the scarf from his neck to cover his face, and Yang Yi ran towards the entrance of the alley—the very place he had been brought into earlier.

The alley was long, and if Yang Yi ran towards the direction he came from, he would quickly reach the mouth of the alley. Once out, he could blend into the crowd and make his escape, but that was just his wish.

If he ran towards the other end, he might face a situation that was extremely detrimental to him.

From the conversation between the two men earlier, it was clear they had accomplices, and they had already called for others to come over. If Yang Yi ran towards the opposite direction, it was highly likely that people, armed with guns, would enter the alley before he was able to get away.

Yang Yi also had a gun in his hand, and in his bag, he carried his own handgun, but he had no confidence in a firefight. In other words, as soon as he got some distance, if several people chased him into the alley, he would be forced to engage in a shootout with just one handgun.

Or in a worse scenario, Yang Yi would be shot at from behind while on the run.

Engaging in a shootout was not the choice for Yang Yi, as shooting was his absolute weakness. He would much rather engage in close combat with a knife than fire a gun or be shot at from behind.

Therefore, the choice Yang Yi made might not have been the right one, but it was certainly more advantageous for him.

Yang Yi reached the entrance of the alley, and just as he arrived, he almost ran directly into two men.

Upon seeing Yang Yi, one of the men whose face had turned pale with shock, did not hesitate to reach for his gun.

Yang Yi saw the grip of the gun and without hesitation, he shot first.

His bullet hit the enemy in the stomach. The man recoiled, but still managed to draw his handgun. Yang Yi had no choice but to keep firing—the second shot, the third shot, until the third bullet hit the man in the chest, finally bringing him down to the ground.

As for the other one, upon seeing Yang Yi shoot, he turned tail and ran without a moment’s hesitation.

In his urgent attempts, Yang Yi fired three shots and ultimately took one down, but the other had already run a dozen meters away.

Yang Yi raised his handgun, continually firing, but the man, who was sprinting wildly, remained unscathed.

In Yang Yi’s hand was a Glock 17 that he had seized.

The Glock 17 could hold 17 rounds. Yang Yi didn’t know how many shots he had fired; he just kept pulling the trigger until he expended all the ammunition, leaving the slide locked open on an empty magazine.

No more bullets, and unfortunately, he still hadn’t hit the man who was merely ten or so meters away from him.

Yang Yi was sprinting at full speed, now in hot pursuit of the escaping man. In his desperation, Yang Yi threw the empty gun forward with all his might.

A miracle occurred. The handgun described a beautiful parabolic arc, coinciding with the flight path of the man running in a zigzag pattern. With a thud, the handgun struck him hard on the back of the head.

How heavy is a Glock 17 handgun? An empty gun with the magazine but without bullets weighs 672 grams.

Although many parts of a Glock 17 are made from plastic polymers, a handgun weighing over a pound is unbearable when it hits someone on the back of the head.

The man struck by the handgun collapsed with a thud, face down. Although he practically started to scramble up immediately after falling, it should not be forgotten that Yang Yi was also sprinting forward.

Yang Yi charged over. He grabbed the man who had fallen to the ground by the head from behind, and his left hand’s knife swiftly made a deep cut.

The right carotid artery, windpipe, left carotid artery—after nearly circling the neck of the man in his grip, Yang Yi let go, leaving the man to collapse to the ground as blood gushed wildly from his neck.

And just as Yang Yi was doing all this, he heard someone cry out in shock and rage, "No! Lev!"

Yang Yi was now at the edge of the entrance to the train station waiting hall, and it was unclear how many people had witnessed him slicing open someone’s throat with a knife.

Along with the screams, gunfire rang out, and Yang Yi stumbled backwards, falling to the ground as a result.

The waiting hall erupted into chaos, everyone screaming as the crowd began to scatter in panic.

Yang Yi had fallen to the ground, but he had also managed to dodge the trajectory of the bullets. After rolling over and crawling a couple of steps using both hands and feet, Yang Yi was about to sprint off again when he saw the empty gun he had just discarded which had unexpectedly served him well.

Yang Yi casually picked up the empty gun again.

A gun with bullets was troublesome to use, but Yang Yi still retrieved that empty gun because it had his fingerprints on it. Without worrying about the implications for now, he figured it was best to pick it up if he could.

Having grabbed the empty gun, Yang Yi started to flee frantically.

Crises often bring out the greatest potential in people, and the long-term training in prison had indeed given Yang Yi an excellent physical condition.

Yang Yi didn’t run into the alleyways this time; he headed towards more crowded places. This was a bus station, a bustling area with many pedestrians.

Using the pedestrians as cover, Yang Yi broke into a mad dash, not even sparing a moment to glance back.

Behind him, someone fired two shots, but they didn’t keep shooting.

How skilled was Yang Yi?

To describe it, even though Yang Yi had just sliced the throats of two men with a knife, there wasn’t a single drop of blood on him, not even on his hands.

The last drop of blood on the dagger slid down the blade and fell as Yang Yi reached the street corner.

Turning the corner would take him onto another street, but just then, a man in a suit had already turned the corner. He was holding a gun and without any hesitation, aimed straight for Yang Yi’s head.

"Stop him..."

A loud shout came from behind Yang Yi, but the man with the gun surely didn’t hear it as Yang Yi also let out a roar at that moment.

"Back off!"

With an instinctive roar, Yang Yi shifted to one side, slamming his right shoulder forcefully into the chest of the man who was blocking his way.

The bullet grazed past Yang Yi’s face, and then he crashed right into the arms of the man blocking his path.

Xingyi Striding Explosion, Mian Zhang Mountain Lean.

He didn’t use his fists because his wrists couldn’t withstand the forward momentum, so Yang Yi opted for the close-range lean of Mian Zhang Fist, but he executed it with the stepping technique from Xingyi Fist.

The fusion of both fists, guided by a singular will.

Yang Yi heard the sound of bones breaking, but his left hand still swept upward from below, slicing across the enemy’s throat.

With blood spurting out, Yang Yi didn’t hesitate for a second to stride forward, his body untouched by the bloodshed.

"Kill one every ten steps, leave no trace even after a thousand miles."

Yang Yi turned the street corner, and now before him was just the crowd, with no one left to block his path.