Spy-x-War Showdown
Chapter 215 - 214 Silent

Chapter 215: Chapter 214 Silent

Now, Yang Yi finally had time to think about what had happened.

Why he was being targeted, the only reasonable explanation was that his identity had been exposed, but Yang Yi felt there was something wrong with this speculation. If his identity really had been exposed, those looking for him should have been more direct. However, before he actually made a move, those people clearly just wanted to confirm his identity.

Which meant that those people had a rough target but it was not precise.

Yang Yi began to doubt, and then he was startled by his own deduction: he had indeed been captured on camera, but not his face. These people, the ones looking for him, could recognize him without having to see his face.

This deduction was terrifying. If merely his build and mannerisms or habitual actions could give him away, then Yang Yi had almost no chance to escape.

Regardless, it was best to leave Los Angeles first.

Yang Yi made up his mind and then glanced at the passengers around him. It was necessary for him to observe his surroundings and assess whether he was safe at the moment.

Everything seemed normal; there weren’t many people in the subway carriage and those that were there seemed ordinary.

Taking a bus to Las Vegas was out of the question. Yang Yi felt he should rent a car, or simply steal one, to get out of Los Angeles as quickly as possible before he was found.

Yang Yi sat quietly for six stations, then suddenly stood up at a stop he hadn’t planned to get off at and left the subway carriage as it came to a standstill.

Without any plan, Yang Yi just felt like getting off.

When Yang Yi disembarked, three other people got off at the same time; one had gotten on midway, one woman had been in the carriage from the start, and the other was a middle-aged man who had boarded the subway at the same time as Yang Yi.

Everything still seemed normal. The middle-aged man who caught Yang Yi’s attention was in his forties, with a mustache, wearing a cheap gray suit, carrying a brown briefcase, and shoes that were polished but just as inexpensive.

A salesman, or perhaps a marketer. Middle-aged and still getting nowhere.

He had put on weight because he couldn’t afford the time or money for the gym to maintain a good figure.

He looked tired, no longer having the strength or energy of youth, nor the ambition, but life forced him to keep up the pretense of enthusiasm for a job he disliked. He didn’t like that job, but he had to deal with many people, which required him to maintain a habitual, insincere smile on his face.

In moments when no smile was needed, he would relax, leaving his face expressionless. However, when meeting clients he wanted to impress, or his superiors, he would plaster what seemed like a heartfelt smile on his face.

Such people were common, everywhere, nothing out of the ordinary, nothing that looked amiss.

Yang Yi took a glance at the man traveling with him and made a judgment, allowing him to ease his mind, and then started walking toward the subway station exit.

It was a small station, and it wasn’t the rush hour.

Everyone was in a hurry, and he overtook those who had gotten off with him, with quick steps. Two people hurried into the passageway, passing by Yang Yi and disappearing into the subway station. Then it was just Yang Yi and the ordinary-looking middle-aged man left.

Yang Yi slowed down his pace; he didn’t like anyone walking behind him, especially when he was being hunted.

Footsteps, neither fast nor slow, kept a steady pace behind him, catching up with Yang Yi.

Yang Yi tilted his head slightly, covertly observing the middle-aged man. Then he saw that the man reached into his pocket, took out his phone, continued to carry the bag in his left hand, and with his right hand punched a few numbers into the phone, and then brought it to his ear.

Yang Yi did not pay special attention, but neither did he completely ignore the middle-aged man about to walk past him. Not because he had noticed anything unusual, but purely out of the vigilance cultivated in prison—vigilance that must never be relaxed at any time.

The middle-aged man slightly detoured to keep some distance, so he wouldn’t brush shoulders with Yang Yi; instead, he could walk past Yang Yi while maintaining over a meter’s distance, like strangers usually do.

Everything still seemed normal, without any hint of anomaly. Yet just as the middle-aged man had just passed Yang Yi, positioning himself slightly ahead and to the side of Yang Yi, within what could be considered a safe distance, his both hands coming into Yang’s line of sight,...

Just as Yang Yi was about to completely lose his focus on the middle-aged man, the man suddenly let go of his briefcase, allowing it to fall to the ground.

He turned, flicked his left wrist, and a dagger-like object was now gripped in the middle-aged man’s hand, swiftly thrusting towards the underarm of Yang Yi.

Fast, extremely fast, and incredibly accurate.

Without even getting a clear view of the weapon, if Yang Yi hadn’t been maintaining a high degree of alertness at all times, he would have never dodged the thrust.

Yang Yi took a quick step back, placing his right hand on his stomach, then took another step back, which also allowed him to draw his knife.

The somewhat portly middle-aged man lunged forward with agility that belied his size, raising his right hand and throwing the cell phone he was holding at Yang Yi’s face.

Yang Yi turned his head, dodging the cell phone, and with a downward chop of his left hand, parried the middle-aged man’s hand that was reaching for his chest.

Kicking out with his left leg, Yang Yi aimed for the middle-aged man’s knee, but the middle-aged man flipped his left hand’s thrust, piercing Yang Yi’s left leg like a venomous snake striking its prey.

Yang Yi retracted his leg, but the outer side of his thigh was still pierced.

A straight thrust, because it’s the fastest, Yang Yi aimed for the middle-aged man’s heart, but the middle-aged man once more flashed aside with unexpected swiftness, and pulled the blade out from Yang’s leg to stab upward at Yang’s lower abdomen.

Yang Yi’s knife rotated, he didn’t hit his opponent’s heart, but he managed to slash the inside of his opponent’s left arm.

With his left hand loosening its grip, and his right hand holding the blade, the middle-aged man thrust unhesitatingly towards Yang Yi’s chest.

Yang Yi withdrew his knife and stabbed with his right hand towards the assailant’s right hand.

The middle-aged man’s thrust didn’t hit Yang Yi’s chest, but with a backhand move, he drove a more than twenty-centimeters long blade into Yang Yi’s right arm.

Yang Yi’s right arm was pierced through, he jolted it fiercely hoping to dislodge his opponent’s weapon, meanwhile, he grasped the knife with his left hand.

The middle-aged man’s weapon didn’t come loose; he fiercely pulled out the blade and then thrusted it towards Yang Yi’s chest.

Yang Yi didn’t strike with his knife, nor did he dodge; he crouched and executed a "Sweeping Leg", the middle-aged man finally didn’t manage to avoid it, but before he fell, he stabbed Yang Yi’s left chest.

The enemy finally lost balance, and the knife clutched in Yang Yi’s left hand swiftly flashed by.

Yang Yi and the middle-aged man brushed past each other.

The middle-aged man fell to the ground but immediately got back up, his right hand still gripping the spike.

Yang Yi lunged forward two steps, glanced back, and then pressed his hand over his chest. After taking a step and finding his left leg extremely weak, he dragged it and started walking slowly forward.

The middle-aged man wanted to follow up, but he clutched his neck, blood pouring rapidly from it; he wobbled, took a step, then wobbled again, and eventually collapsed face-forward to the ground.