Spy-x-War Showdown
Chapter 387 - 375: Demonstrating Value

Chapter 387: Chapter 375: Demonstrating Value

Chris and Hank, they were certainly well-acquainted, and after both became Yang Yi’s underlings, their relationship wasn’t too bad.

One was a con artist, the other a thief, perhaps that gave them more in common.

Hank and Chris walked out of the country villa where they had been hiding. The weather was a bit cold, and a light rain was falling. Hank looked up at the sky and couldn’t help saying, "Fuck! This damn weather, raining every day, wet and cold, a rotten place."

Chris didn’t make a sound; he just pulled his woolen coat tighter around himself.

"Are you really going to stay and mix with them?"

Chris nodded.

Hank couldn’t resist saying, "But haven’t you thought about how dangerous it is? Now I believe they are indeed spies, after all, only spies would deal with MI5. But look at them now, you’re just a scammer, you’ll die!"

Chris looked at Hank and said, "Can you not call me a scammer? Have I ever called you a thief?"

"I’m a grand thief, not a petty one."

"So should I ask you to honor me as a master scammer instead of just a scammer?"

Hank waved his hand, impatiently saying, "Alright, alright, Chris, have you really decided? To hang with a bunch of spies who could get killed at any moment?"

Chris let out a sigh and spoke softly, "My dream is in the United States. I’ve already got a criminal record, and I escaped from Pelican Bay Prison. If I want to achieve my dream, what else can I do?"

Hank didn’t have a key, but he still managed to open a car door, then he got into the driver’s seat, slapped the steering wheel hard, and angrily said, "I am a grand thief; I like to steal art. Yet now I’m stealing cars all day long!"

"This car is nice."

"Yeah, a Mercedes is really great, only we have to ditch this car back on the streets of London. I won’t keep driving the same stolen car, so what do you want to drive when we get back? I’ll steal it for you."

Chris shrugged and said, "I like being a passenger, so I care more about a driver wearing white gloves and a uniform than what car it is."

Hank started the car and drove off down the country road.

Chris was silent for a while before saying, "Have you decided to leave?"

Hank sighed and said, "I haven’t really decided, honestly. I want to leave, but I don’t want to die, mate, don’t you see?"

"What?"

"The guys who escaped from prison with us are all tough cookies. I’m not talking about the boss, I mean Landmine and that old man Brian. The boss said he’d let me go, but I have no doubt that Brian would snap my neck in an instant. And there’s that other old man whose name I don’t know, fuck! He looks at everyone as if he’s looking at a dead man!"

"He lost his comrades, he’s in a bad mood. You did the right thing not to mess with him. There’s one thing you’re not wrong about, he could snap your neck in an instant, and that’s not even the worst part. The worst is that he could want you dead without even snapping your neck."

Hank let out a heavy sigh and said, "My judgment has always been sharp. I know clearly who to provoke and who not to provoke. Looking at those guys, aside from Gweil, I can’t provoke any of them. Hell, even with Gweil I wouldn’t dare, who knows if that guy would poison me. Hanging around with them, I don’t feel any sense of security. It feels like I could be killed by someone at any moment."

Chris spoke indifferently, "My judgment of people is even sharper. I admit you’re not wrong."

"Only you and I are pacifists, Fack. Can’t there be more pacifists in this world?"

Chris said solemnly, "Actually, I’m not a pacifist."

Hank waved his hand carelessly, then whispered, "I really want to leave this damned place, but I don’t dare. I’m afraid that the boss will have me killed right after letting me go."

"Now that it’s just the two of us, you can drop me off in downtown London, and then you can take this opportunity to sneak away. How about it?"

Hank was tempted. He looked at Chris, then back at the country road and whispered, "Forget it, I don’t dare. I’d rather gamble on whether the boss’s words are true than just sneak away. If I did that, they would definitely kill me."

Chris smiled and said, "Then let’s do our job a little more handsomely, so we can increase our status, don’t you think?"

Hank nodded and replied, "Yes, of course we should do our job more handsomely. But I’ve never stolen from a police station before, and I’ve never stolen a corpse, so I don’t know how to do it. Today we’ll scout out the place to see the situation."

Chris said softly, "I have a plan, do you want to hear it?"

"What plan?"

"We could trick them into handing over the bodies. It’s just two corpses after all, having been in the morgue for many days, it shouldn’t be difficult to fool them."

Hank looked at Chris and frowned, "No, we steal. Besides, the boss said you have to listen to me."

Chris indifferently said, "So it’s just a suggestion. You command, I execute."

"No, I think it’s better to steal them."

Chris smiled, "If you accept my suggestion, then we could finish the job today. Isn’t it good to end this work earlier? You can decide sooner whether to leave."

Hank hesitated, then said in a deep voice, "How do we do it?"

"I’ve studied the British police’s workflow. Generally speaking, corpses stored in the morgue aren’t kept for too long after autopsy. Claimed bodies are picked up by relatives, unclaimed ones are sent to public cemeteries for burial, and bodies that can’t be identified stay a bit longer. There are also bodies involved in ongoing investigations..."

"Don’t bother with those details, just tell me how to do it already."

"I’ll impersonate an MI5 agent and take the bodies away from the morgue under the pretense of an investigation."

Hank laughed disdainfully, "Are you joking? Do you think you can just walk out with the bodies after saying a few words?"

Chris responded coolly, "Of course not, I need to forge some identification and some documents, but that’s not a problem. Think about it, the case has been handed over to MI5, and those two corpses are just using the police station’s space for the time being. They’ve already lost their value, who would care?"

Hank hesitated for a moment, then said, "Sounds pretty good."

"Of course. All we need to do is steal a vehicle suitable for transporting corpses, forge an ID, and I still don’t know what paperwork is required, but that’s too easy to find out. I just need one trip to the police station and I can ask everything I need to know, so what are you still hesitating for?"

Hank looked at Chris and asked, "Why didn’t you tell the boss all this?"

Chris shrugged and replied, "No reason. He hasn’t recognized the value of a con man yet, and I want him to see my worth, that’s all."