Spy-x-War Showdown
Chapter 558 - 566: The Sixth Sense

Chapter 558: Chapter 566: The Sixth Sense

"Yes, but I prefer to call it a necessity of existence, the greater the ability..."

"The greater the responsibility?"

Anton glanced at Chris, and with a sense of resignation said, "The more powerful you are, the more you must adhere to the rules, because no one likes a gun that decides its own target. A weapon that loses control must be destroyed, if you want to live longer, you must understand where the boundaries lie."

Chris muttered, "Why does what you say seem so logical yet always make people feel uncomfortable?"

Anton smiled and said, "Because I speak the truth, and you are blinded by beautiful lies. That’s how you Americans are, loose and free, individualistic heroes, reckless, just like in your movies where superheroes always save the world. But are there superheroes in the world? No, there aren’t."

Chris shrugged and said, "Really? The United States is still here, where is the Soviet Union?"

Anton fell silent.

Chris finally sensed the danger and whispered, "Er, sorry..."

With a sigh, Anton said quietly, "The reasons for the Soviet Union’s failure are complex, but you need to understand one thing—the dissolution of the Soviet Union was for internal reasons. Although the United States played a role, it was not as significant as it seemed."

Chris certainly didn’t want to discuss the Soviet Union with Anton—he wasn’t keen on dying. Being as shrewd as Chris, of course he chose to change the subject.

"Er, I think it’s better to focus on the matter at hand right now. Since your ideas are not bad, why not tell the boss and then we just follow your train of thought?"

Anton said in a low voice, "The time isn’t right yet."

A short while later, a car left the villa, and soon after, Bu Cunzai’s car followed suit.

"He’s really gone. So now, it’s time to proceed with our plan."

Anton spoke flatly and then said into the walkie-talkie, "This is Ghost, the target has left home. Keep up, over."

"Sea God received, over."

"I want to take a look inside the target’s home. The opportunity is good, over."

After a brief wait, Yang Yi said sternly, "Make your own judgment, take care of it yourself, over."

Anton ended the call with a smile, then turned to Chris and said, "This is why I like working for Sea God. He gives me a sense of pleasure. You know, it’s not easy to find a boss who is willing to let go and hand over the decision-making power to you."

Chris made a face and said, "That’s because he knows he’s not as good as you. Besides the skill of throat-slashing and a good memory, what else does he have?"

Anton smiled and said, "But not many bosses understand that, which is why Sea God is a good boss. Also, it seems you have some dissatisfaction with him."

Anton’s tone was very normal, his expression was very normal, everything was very normal, but for some reason, Chris felt a hint of danger.

It was pure instinct—Chris felt the hairs on his back stand up, although he had no idea what was making him so nervous.

"Dissatisfaction? Why would I be dissatisfied? Although the boss beat me up badly, he also gave me hope, so I respect him a lot. Can’t you see that?"

Anton said with a smile, "Chris, you indeed are a smart man. Most of the time, I do enjoy talking with you."

After he finished speaking, Anton threw the item that was on his lap into the back seat and then said in a deep voice, "Wait here for me, I’m going in."

Chris really wanted to keep his distance from Anton, but he ended up blurting out unexpectedly, "Can I come with you? I want to see how a pro does the job."

Anton shrugged his shoulders and said, "Sure, come with me."

Anton pulled open the car door, got out of the car, straightened his clothes, and then said solemnly, "You need to have presence, to have confidence. Even if you are facing the owner, act like you are a guest who’s come to visit. If the owner doesn’t recognize you, that’s his mistake."

Chris said with a serious face, "I know that already, and I do it pretty well."

Anton didn’t say anything more, and he strode confidently to the front door of Bu Cunzai’s home, even ringing the doorbell.

Chris’s eyes nearly popped out, and he whispered, "Is this what you call a visit?"

"Yes, for now it is," Anton replied.

No one answered, and Anton pressed the doorbell again. After waiting a little while, he turned to Chris and said, "From now on, it’s not a visit anymore because there’s nobody home."

After that, Anton looked left and right, then chuckled and said, "Electronic security system, but..."

Suddenly, Anton took a short run-up, vaulted to grab the top of the wall, and then, like a gymnast, used his arm strength to lift his body, before making a graceful leap over it.

With a thud, Anton was inside the enclosure. Then he said in a low voice, "Wait for me, I’ll open the gate for you."

Chris stood at the gate, feeling his body nearly stiffen with tension. Although he was mentally strong, there’s a difference between being a con artist and a thief—so the stress one can endure also differed. Right now, Chris was very nervous.

But after a short moment, the iron gate suddenly opened, and Anton’s voice came through the speaker on the intercom.

"Welcome to my humble abode, please come in."

Chris took a breath, shook his head, and said, "Alright, I know Hank doesn’t have this trick up his sleeve."

Chris walked through the gate with confidence.

When Chris entered the living room, he saw Anton already standing there, so he asked curiously, "What do we do next?"

Anton started to turn around, and then he spoke in a low voice, "If you’re not sure you can leave without a trace, don’t touch anything. Now, we start looking for valuables, starting with the bedroom."

Chris knew that many people liked to keep their most important or secretive things in their bedroom, so he didn’t object—not that it would have made any difference if he had.

Anton took off his shoes, then gestured for Chris to do the same. Just as Chris had taken off his dress shoes and was holding them in his hand, Anton placed his own shoes in Chris’s hand.

Chris really wanted to throw them away but he resisted, instead he said in an innocent tone, "Fuck! Do you take me for a servant?"

Anton smiled and replied, "Otherwise, why do you think I let you in? Watch more, learn more, talk less."

Holding a pair of shoes in each hand, Chris rolled his eyes helplessly, but still obediently followed behind Anton.

Entering the bedroom, Anton shook his head and said, "He rarely sleeps here, so there’s not much value in the bedroom, but..."

After placing a listening device in a hidden spot near the bed, Anton beckoned and said, "Next, let’s look for a study or office, hmm, this place is not bad."

Anton opened a door and saw a laptop on the desk. Then he laughed and said, "We have something, tell Tang Guo to get ready to start receiving data."