Spy-x-War Showdown
Chapter 216 - 215: Striving for a Second of Life

Chapter 216: Chapter 215: Striving for a Second of Life

Blood kept gushing out.

The speed of blood loss was too fast, frighteningly fast, fatally fast.

Yang Yi had already identified the weapon used by his opponent—a rare and very deadly weapon.

In the hands of a small-time thug, it was equally deadly, but it was not an easy weapon for an amateur to wield effectively.

It was a stab, and moreover, a hollow stab.

When a sharp object penetrates the human body, especially when it goes deep into the torso, such cylindrical spikes are compressed by the muscles and also, due to the pressure difference inside and outside the body, they are difficult to pull out.

If someone tried to pull it out forcibly, the slight resistance from the body’s muscles and pressure difference won’t prevent the spike from being withdrawn, but it will slow down the speed of extraction.

For an expert, especially one proficient in assassination, it is unacceptable for a weapon to stay inside the target’s body even for a second longer.

The hollow interior of the spike allows air to be introduced, eliminating the strange pressure difference inside and outside the body, allowing the spike to be pulled out more swiftly.

This type of weapon actually has a colloquial name—tube spike.

And the biggest, most lethal characteristic of the tube spike is bloodletting.

Like the mythologized triangular spike, a wound created by the tube spike is not impossible to suture or to stop bleeding, but in most cases, the wound caused by it bleeds faster than a cut made by an ordinary knife.

Yang Yi was stabbed three times.

The stab in the chest didn’t hit his heart, which was a given because if it had, he would be already dead.

It didn’t hit the lungs either; a tube spike puncturing the lungs would lead to pneumothorax, which wouldn’t kill Yang Yi instantly but would lead to a slow and painful death, a certain death unless he could be taken to the hospital quickly.

The stab in the leg didn’t cause massive bleeding, but the rapid loss of blood due to the rupture of numerous intramuscular vessels was still quite fast.

The stab in the right arm had definitely severed a major blood vessel, as Yang Yi’s blood was spurting out.

Alarmingly fast, fatally fast.

Yang Yi had become a blood man.

The biggest danger now was that he was losing blood too quickly, Yang Yi had already started feeling dizzy and his legs were growing weaker.

Yet, Yang Yi’s speed was still fast.

He needed to find a way to stop the bleeding; Yang Yi ripped a strip from his clothing with a knife, bit down on one end of the strip with his mouth, and wrapped it tightly twice around his right arm with his left hand before hastily tying a knot.

His right hand was weak but still mobile; he quickly bandaged his leg as well to slow the bleeding, but there was nothing he could do about the wound on his chest.

Yang Yi continued to move forward, one step at a time, Yang Yi’s progress out of the subway passage was arduous but not slow, and as he left the subway entrance, the people who hadn’t noticed anything amiss didn’t react, but it wasn’t long before a few cries of alarm broke out when they saw the blood on Yang Yi.

Two kind passersby wanted to help Yang Yi, but when they saw the knife in his hand, they hesitated and became uncertain.

One person began to call the police, while another shouted from a distance, "Hey, do you need help? Please put down the knife..."

Yang Yi ignored what the people around him were saying; he couldn’t put down the knife, because he didn’t know whether the next moment would bring another fight for survival.

He still needed to stop the bleeding first.

Yang Yi saw a tree nearby.

Under the tree, Yang Yi bit the knife in his mouth, pulled down a branch with his left hand, and laboriously grasped the branch with his weak right hand, then quickly cut the branch off with the knife held in his left hand.

Yang Yi quickly shaved some bark off and snapped a branch, then once again bit the knife in his mouth. With his left hand, he grabbed the branch and stabbed it forcefully into the wound on his chest.

Yang Yi was in so much pain he almost passed out.

Enduring the intense dizziness, Yang Yi whittled another stick, a wooden tube slightly thicker than the one used to make the wound, and slowly but steadily inserted it into the wound on his leg.

"Ah..."

Yang Yi finally opened his mouth, letting out a deep, agonizing howl.

The knife fell to the ground, fortunately landing handle-first. Otherwise, the blade might have been damaged.

Yang Yi himself was curious why he still cared about his knife at that moment.

The person who had cautiously wanted to help Yang Yi was scared stiff, took two steps back, and then turned and ran.

Yang Yi no longer had the strength to carve another branch, nor the courage to insert another stick into his wound.

Inserting a branch into a wound is painful, incredibly painful, unbearably painful, but it also slows the bleeding. Although the effect was not significant, for Yang Yi at that moment, even if the bleeding slowed by one-tenth and he could buy one second of time, he would have gained that second of life.

With his left hand, he picked up the knife, looking at the blood on the ground with resignation.

His DNA information inevitably had been leaked and there was no way to undo it.

Yang Yi sheathed his knife and drew his pistol. He was now too weak to fight hand-to-hand, and to ordinary people, a gun was more intimidating than a knife.

Yang Yi, holding the gun, stepped onto the road. A car screeched to a stop with a shrill brake sound, halting less than two meters in front of him. The infuriated driver was about to curse out loud but clammed up as soon as he saw the blood all over Yang Yi.

Yang Yi raised his gun and shouted at the driver inside, "Get out! Get out if you don’t want to die, or I’ll shoot!"

The driver opened the door and then quickly ran to the side. Yang Yi staggered, but he still managed to slide into the car and shut the door.

An automatic car, not bad.

He stepped on the brake, took a breath, and with his left hand shifted the gear into drive. Then he released the brake and floored the gas pedal, speeding off.

Yang Yi drove fast.

With his weak right hand, which hurt with every movement, he opened the backpack and pulled out a satellite phone. Yang Yi now only wanted to notify Brian about what had happened, but the call wouldn’t go through.

After cursing, Yang Yi was out of options.

He couldn’t go to a hospital now, nor a clinic, because that would mean getting caught by the police, and being caught by the police was no different from death for Yang Yi.

But Yang Yi knew he needed treatment immediately.

It was then that Yang Yi took out his cell phone from his pocket and dialed Xiao Ran’s number.

The call connected quickly.

Xiao Ran’s tone was neither displeased nor particularly happy. She picked up the call and said, "What are you doing? You always hang up after just a few words."

Xiao Ran was about to continue when Yang Yi interrupted her in a grave voice, "Save me!"

"What did you say?"

"Save me, I’m dying. If you can’t help me, I won’t blame you, but if you want to help me, then don’t let anyone know. Right now, being found by the police is the same as being found by the people who want me dead. Either way, it’s death."

Xiao Ran took a deep breath, then spoke softly, "Where are you, what’s happened!"