Spy-x-War Showdown
Chapter 258 - 257 Combat Boots

Chapter 258: Chapter 257 Combat Boots

Yang Yi’s feelings towards Zhang Yong were incredibly complex.

Initially, it took a great effort to find Zhang Yong in prison, and now, having been released, it took another significant effort to find him again.

But when he actually found Zhang Yong’s whereabouts, Yang Yi was extremely surprised.

"Where is he?"

Yang Yi’s face beamed with surprise, but Boer looked puzzled and said, "He’s at the MGM Casino, in the poker room. He’s a VIP of the MGM Casino, and he spends most of his time losing money. Now he can only play in the ordinary area outside. Is such a person a cheater?"

Caesar’s Palace was on a street filled with casinos, all of which were large establishments. Yang Yi and Xiao Ran had also searched the MGM Casino but hadn’t found him. Now, they had easily found Zhang Yong.

Yang Yi said urgently, "I’m going to the MGM Casino."

Boer didn’t say much; he just nodded and said, "I’m going to sleep..."

After yawning, Boer lay back down in bed, pulling at his pillow, ready to continue sleeping. But Yang Yi frowned and said, "Wait, you should sleep with your clothes on, so you can escape at any moment."

Dressed in pajamas, Boer looked somewhat bewildered and said, "Is that necessary? Okay, I’ll sleep in my clothes. That’s indeed necessary."

Yang Yi returned to his room and said to Xiao Ran, "I’ve found Zhang Yong, he’s at the MGM Hotel. I’m going to find him. Be careful on your own."

Xiao Ran nodded and said in a low voice, "Be careful."

Yang Yi carefully put away his knife but didn’t take a gun, because carrying a gun to the MGM Casino might be looking for trouble.

Yang Yi left his room and glanced around, seeing no one, he gently closed the door.

Walking on the soft carpet, Yang Yi made no sound as he reached the elevator and pressed the button.

There were several elevators, but none were stopping on the sixth floor. During the day in Las Vegas, not many people went out, but at night, it was party time. Thus eleven o’clock at night was not a quiet time; it was when the elevators were busiest.

An elevator came up from the first floor and stopped on the sixth. When the doors opened, there were five people inside.

One of the five in the elevator was a hotel staff member in uniform, with shiny leather shoes, while the other four seemed to be guests.

The down arrow light went off, indicating the elevator was set to go down. Yang Yi didn’t rush into the elevator as it seemed that the five people inside were getting out.

Five people, one of them a staff member, that was not unusual, but Yang Yi felt something was not quite right.

Their shoes were too new.

The staff member’s uniform was old, but his shoes were new, brand new leather shoes. Out of the other four, three had new shoes, all Nike sneakers.

Only one person wore old shoes, a man over 1.9 meters tall with very large feet. Yang Yi glanced briefly and thought the man’s shoe size must be at least a European size 48 or above.

The few people looked at Yang Yi, then expressionlessly left the elevator, and as they walked forward, Yang Yi paused while entering the elevator.

Yang Yi extended a hand to prevent the elevator door from closing and then he shouted loudly, "Hey, everyone."

All five people turned their heads at once, and the very tall, burly man had a particularly fierce look in his eyes.

Yang Yi was startled, then he pointed to the inside of the elevator and said, "There’s a wallet in there, did one of you drop it?"

None of the five men checked themselves, but soon, an expressionless guest laughed and said, "It’s mine, thank you."

The guest started walking towards the elevator, but Yang Yi’s face turned stern and he whispered, "The target changed rooms, he’s not in 6015, he’s in 6022."

The man who was walking towards the elevator paused, then lowered his voice and asked, "How did the room get changed?"

"There are three of them, they split up. The one you’re looking for went to 6022, the other two stayed in 6015. This is new information, so I stayed here waiting to notify you. Now go, I need to go downstairs."

The man frowned and then suspiciously asked, "I didn’t receive any notification, who are you, and who asked you to wait here for us?"

Two of the five were watching the door of room 6015, while the remaining three were keeping a vigilant eye on Yang Yi.

Yang Yi withdrew his hand from the elevator door, placed his finger in front of his mouth in a gesture for silence, then voluntarily walked toward the five men and said in a low voice, "This is the situation, it’s very sudden, when..."

Yang Yi lowered his voice, and then suddenly looked towards the door of room 6015 with surprise and shock on his face. The three men who were watching him, despite knowing their companions were watching the door of 6015, couldn’t help but turn their heads to look back.

Only the strong man, over one ninety in height, stared at Yang Yi without blinking.

Yang Yi did not move his upper body or his shoulders, but his right foot silently kicked at the strong man, then he crouched down and, as the strong man let out a shout, Yang Yi’s right fist struck hard into the man’s stomach.

Dodging the strong man’s full-force punch by turning his head, Yang Yi pulled out a knife with his left hand and, as the other man’s arm swung in, he pushed the knife up into the strong man’s chin.

Withdrawing the knife, Yang Yi sidestepped quickly, getting past the strong man before the blood spraying from his throat could reach him, then kicked another person’s hand.

The four men were startled but moved quickly; the two further from Yang Yi subconsciously reached toward their waists. Yang Yi dashed straight ahead, bypassing the two men next to him, and reached the waiter who had already drawn a handgun from behind his back.

He grabbed the gun, and his right foot kicked hard at the abdomen of the person next to the waiter. His left-handed knife slashed fiercely across the waiter’s throat, then he immediately let go and struck again with the knife.

Turning around, he used the waiter as a weapon, pushing him forward with all his might, knocking down the man who had just been kicked. Yang Yi switched the knife to his right hand and stepped forward.

With a move like ramming into a mountain, Yang Yi used his shoulder to knock down a man, then he swung his left hand down powerfully, knocking away the pistol that had just been drawn from the waist and not yet aimed at him. His right elbow moved swiftly to block a punch aimed at him, extended his right arm quickly, and his hand slashed across the enemy’s throat.

As the man who was hit by the waiter pushed the body away and raised his gun again, Yang Yi had already turned around.

He kicked the gun out of the last man’s hand, then his right foot stomped down, pinning the enemy who was trying to get up back to the floor. Crouching down, Yang Yi held the enemy’s head with one hand and thrust his knife into the man’s neck, straight to the spine, instantly fatal.

In a split second, Yang Yi silently killed all five men in the corridor, standing up to check if there were any survivors. At the same time, his gaze fell once again on the boots of the strong man.

Only the strong man wore an old pair of shoes, a pair of Combat Boots that Yang Yi had seen before.