Spy-x-War Showdown
Chapter 587 - 595 Speaking in Mother Tongue

Chapter 587: Chapter 595 Speaking in Mother Tongue

Anton pulled over the car, picked up Hans who was waiting at the stop, and then he pressed the meter.

Sitting in the car, Hans said in a low voice, "It’s time to dump the car, the driver must have woken up by now, and possibly the police have already started looking for this taxi."

Anton nodded, but he immediately said, "Given the efficiency of the French police, there’s not much of a problem yet."

"That’s right."

Though there seemed to be no concern, Anton still parked the car not too far from the restaurant after dropping Hans off at the entrance of a seaside restaurant. He then opened the car door and scattered some change on the seat.

Inside the small restaurant, Anton and Hans sat opposite each other, and then in German, he asked, "Have you ordered yet?"

"Not yet. What’s your native language, Russian?" Hans replied in Russian.

Switching to Portuguese, Anton responded, "I don’t have a native language, or you could say all the languages I speak are native to me."

"What do you want to eat?" Hans asked in Spanish.

"Anything will do, how about you?" Anton replied in Italian.

After some thought, Hans said in Swedish, "Seafood would be good, I’d like some oysters and fish."

Constantly roaming around Europe held little interest for Anton, who then said in Mandarin, "Ah, the oysters here aren’t bad. I think a serving of conch would be nice, too, as well as a Niçoise salad, it looks decent."

Hans frowned, a hint of confusion on his face, and then in German, he said, "Then let’s go with what you said."

Anton raised his hand and snapped his fingers loudly, saying in French, "Waiter!"

The waiter came over, Anton completed their order, followed by Hans.

After that, the conversation between Anton and Hans switched to German. Without drawing attention, they had a subtle contest of wills, in which Anton came out on top. Thus, as the victor, Anton was now able to converse with Hans in Hans’s native language.

After ordering, Hans spoke softly, "Any findings?"

Anton sighed and whispered, "Position confirmed, in a villa at the southernmost end, security is very high. There’s a lookout at the approach to the target area, everyone is being checked, if there’s someone there to see the target they’ll be subject to the first screening, and then there’s another lookout at the inner road junction leading to the target area, of which I’m quite certain."

Having finished, Anton added quietly, "After I dropped off Jethro, someone got into my car, no doubt they are responsible for Deyo’s protection, they even keep an eye on a taxi driver."

Hans frowned and said, "Such tight security? Getting close will be difficult."

"The position of the villa has been established. Not far from the villa, there’s a lighthouse that’s a vantage point, from which the exact location and situation of the villa should be observable. Additionally, the villa’s position is definitely by the coast, so it can also be observed from the sea," Anton whispered.

Hans glanced out of the restaurant.

Not far from the restaurant was a yacht marina, filled with yachts of all sizes.

Nodding his head, Hans said solemnly, "After we finish eating, let’s rent a yacht, we need to finish before sunset."

"Actually, just pinpointing the location, this information could already be sold," Anton said with a smile.

Hans frowned and asked, "You think that’s enough?"

Shrugging, Anton replied, "If it’s just to make quick money, knowing the location is enough, but our boss has a grudge against the target, he wants the target dead, so being more precise is better."

Shaking his head, Hans said, "No, as an organization that sells intelligence, I think it’s necessary to refine the information before selling it. This has nothing to do with whether the boss has a personal vendetta against the target or not, it’s about our reputation."

Anton shrugged again, saying, "You’re right, but I was just saying the information could be sold now, that’s all."

Hans responded indifferently, "Our work needs to be very precise, so in the future, try to express yourself more clearly."

With a twist of his mouth, Anton said, "Talking to you is really boring."

"Because you’re not talking about anything interesting."

They sighed and then the food arrived. When a plate of grilled oysters was placed in front of them, Anton picked up an oyster and said, "Let’s just eat."

The two ate their meal in silence. Afterwards, Hans checked his watch and said, "I’ll go rent a boat. We’ll complete the sea observation before sunset, and after sunset, how about we check out the lighthouse?"

"Right, that’s settled, go rent the boat," Anton nodded.

Many boats at the yacht marina were privately owned, but of course, many more were for rent. Renting a boat didn’t take long.

The pair who took Anton and Hans out to sea were father and son; the son was the captain, while the father served as a guide for Anton and Hans, and also prepared their fishing equipment, since the boat they had rented was for fishing.

"The timing is not good right now; it’s going out to sea. I wouldn’t recommend fishing to my clients at this time, but if you can wait until evening, when the tide comes in, the fish will bite much better," the father advised.

The owner of the fishing boat was actually reluctant to set sail, mainly because they had just seen off a group of clients. Had Hans not claimed that they were leaving the next day and wished to experience sea fishing from a boat before departing, the boat owner would have decided to rest.

Of course, the deciding factor was that Hans offered twice the normal price.

Anton only spoke German; he had repeated himself many times in German to the captain and his father, but unfortunately, neither of them understood the language. Although France is known for being one of the countries with the poorest English-speaking abilities, the two Frenchmen on the boat did speak English—with a heavy French accent—which allowed them to communicate with Hans’s broken English.

As the boat passed the southernmost point of Cape Ferrat, Hans and Anton sat inside the cabin looking at the landscape on land.

The two might have been overly cautious, but for a seaside villa, coastal defense is a must. An ordinary villa might not be concerned, but Deyo’s villa definitely was.

Therefore, Anton and Hans did not want those ashore to notice what they were observing, not even from a distance of one kilometer, so they entered the cabin. Behind a pane of glass, those ashore definitely would not be able to detect them.

Anton, putting down the binoculars, laughed loudly in German, "I saw two people; it’s impossible to tell if they are armed and on guard, but they have been in the same spot for a long time, so they must be sentries. Also, there is no blind spot in the two men’s line of sight."

Hans also laughed, "The coast is a cliff, with just five guards; it would be impossible to assault from here."

Without hesitation, Anton laughed, "No, there would be no problem in assaulting from here, as long as the coastal guards don’t slack off. An attack from the sea would result in casualties, but it’s still doable. Fortunately, that’s not our problem to consider anymore."