Spy-x-War Showdown
Chapter 453 - 441: Every Shot Hits the Target

Chapter 453: Chapter 441: Every Shot Hits the Target

After a short wait, this time without the sound of an explosion, Yang Yi and Zhang Yong instinctively climbed onto the roadbed.

On the rooftops, the enemy methodically fired at the ground below, or to be precise, they were delivering finishing shots.

Yang Yi climbed back down and was followed by Zhang Yong who quickly scrambled down in retreat, and said in a deep voice, "It’s over, completely over. None of us can run away, fuck!"

Zhang Yong suddenly exploded in anger, "Is this how you fight? This is their turf. Just by setting up a couple of lookouts they’d know a big convoy has arrived. A mercenary’s life is also a life, fuck! With just a few sentries they would have spotted us earlier. This is simply a death sentence."

After catching his breath, Zhang Yong continued ranting, "Those damn big and little Russians are sons of bitches! And the boss is an even bigger bastard, a fucking asshat, all of them! They’re so damn ruthless, damn your ancestors!"

Aside from Zhang Yong, no one else felt like talking. Only Zhang Yong kept cursing nonstop.

It wasn’t that Yang Yi and the others didn’t want to run; it was that they physically couldn’t run anymore. Although they had only sprinted just over three hundred meters, they had done so at the speed of a hundred-meter dash, fully armed, pushing themselves to the brink of their potential and running for their lives.

So, as desperate as they were to escape, without a brief rest Yang Yi and the others truly couldn’t run another step.

After a two-minute breather, despite their legs still trembling, Yang Yi felt like he had regained the use of his legs and could finally breathe with his lungs burning like fire.

Panting heavily, Yang Yi said with a tremor in his voice, "Stop cursing, let’s keep running."

Jethro said in a low voice, "Don’t. We’re probably safe now. We can’t run at this point."

Having said that, Jethro handed his rifle to Yang Yi and whispered, "I can’t just go back like this. If I stay here I’ll certainly die. As long as little Deyo is still out there, I can’t stay. I have to leave, I must leave! Buddy, do me a favor, give me a shot!"

"What?"

Jethro looked at himself, then jabbed at his thigh, and said fiercely, "Shoot me here!"

Zhang Yong said in a low voice, "Are you crazy? How are you going to run after getting shot in the leg? Expect us to carry you? Besides, shooting your leg is too dangerous, and you’re using a rifle. Do you want to lose a chunk of flesh? Use a pistol!"

Jethro said in a low voice, "If it’s too light, I won’t be able to leave. The enemy is using AKs, so I must use an AK too!"

Brian said in a stern voice, "Shoot the shoulder, right by the ribs. It looks serious but it’s not really, two shots should do it. You’ll definitely be able to walk!"

Jethro looked like he was about to cry, and with a quivering voice, he said, "But I’m wearing a bulletproof vest..."

"Take off the vest, say we took it off while checking your wounds. Trust me, it’s better than taking a shot to the leg. Don’t waste any more time!"

With his eyes closed, Jethro flung himself backward and lay in a spread-eagle position, then clenched his teeth and said, "Do it!"

Yang Yi raised his rifle, but then Jethro suddenly said, "Buddy, aim carefully! Don’t miss..."

Yang Yi lowered the gun, and said, "I..."

Brian quickly crawled next to Yang Yi, took the AK74 rifle, then backed away and whispered, "Can’t be too close, gunpowder residue would get on him. If someone checks, they’ll know it was shot at close range. He’s wearing a bulletproof vest, so we can’t shoot near the ribs, otherwise the effect would look better."

Jethro, with a mournful expression, said, "Can you stop talking?"

"Don’t move!"

After saying this, Brian fired a shot, and the bullet went through Jethro’s armpit.

"Ah!"

Jethro let out a cry of pain, then abruptly sat up, looking at his shot left shoulder, and gritting his teeth, he said, "Enough! I think that’s enough!"

Brian said in a deep voice, "How could such a minor wound make you leave the battlefield? Lie down, don’t move, or it might blow up your stomach."

Jethro lay back down on the ground, clenched his eyes shut, gritted his teeth, and said urgently, "Hurry!"

Brian fired a shot without hesitation, and the bullet hit Jethro’s right chest.

Blood gushed out immediately. Yang Yi looked at the position of the bullet hole, which seemed to be over the lung, so he was horrified.

"I... fuck! You hit his lung!"

Jethro suddenly sat up, then looked down at his chest, panicked, and said, "What? Are you kidding me? Oh, shit! You’ve killed me!"

"Shut up!"

Brian said in a heavy voice, "You won’t die!"

Yang Yi quickly crawled over to check Jethro’s wound. The bullet appeared to have hit the right chest; the wound looked terrifying, but in reality, the bullet had grazed diagonally across the front of the chest, merely plowing a bloody furrow.

Zhang Yong was keeping an eye on the enemy’s movements, and he said urgently, "Someone’s coming out, they’re either going to desecrate the bodies or they’re coming for us."

Yang Yi gave Brian a thumbs up, then pulled Jethro and said urgently, "We need to retreat fast!"

"Ah, ouch, it hurts!"

Yang Yi yanked Jethro’s injured arm, and he said urgently, "Enough! Run!"

After another two minutes’ delay, Yang Yi and Chris helped Jethro up, and they all bent over and hurried back towards the way they came.

The enemy ceased shelling, perhaps they were not very interested in pursuing a few escapees; given the level Yang Yi and his group had shown tonight, they seemed like small fry, and it was possible that the enemy disdained to chase them.

From start to finish, Trident fired only two shots, and both were at Jethro.

No matter how much one refuses to speak ill of the boss, at this point, even Jethro couldn’t help himself. Seeing hundreds of people treated like cannon fodder, only a fool would follow such an irresponsible boss like little Deyo.

"Fuck! That bastard, so many people died just like that! Worthless, idiots, fuck! I’m done, I’m going to heal, goodbye, Ukraine, fuck!"

After turning a corner, they were essentially safe, and Yang Yi and his group slowed down. Jethro, who had been cursing up a storm just moments before, suddenly looked like he was close to death, barely having the energy to speak.

By the time Yang Yi and the others reached the parking area, little Deyo and his group were already waiting in the car, engines running.

Speaking of which, little Deyo didn’t even send a car to pick up Jethro.

Seeing Jethro being carried back, little Deyo stuck his head out of the car window and shouted, "What happened?"

Jethro was dragged to the front of little Deyo’s car, where he gasped, "Go! There’s an ambush, it’s all over, retreat!"

"You... go! Hurry up and go!"

With a wave of his hand, little Deyo’s driver immediately floored the accelerator and drove off.

As little Deyo started to leave, he stuck his head out again and shouted loudly to Jethro, "Retreat! Keep up! You need to go to the hospital..."

Jethro’s mouth began to twitch, and Yang Yi said in a low voice, "That bastard!"