Spy-x-War Showdown
Chapter 665 - 671 Prelude

Chapter 665: Chapter 671 Prelude

Yang Yi simply couldn’t stand Anton’s act of ostentation that seemed effortless and omnipresent.

Actually, Yang Yi had been able to accept Anton showing off in front of him before, but for some reason, his tolerance for Anton’s arrogance had suddenly decreased, and decreased by a lot at that.

Anton was just proud, right? But who can’t show off?

"There’s no need for that, but I need to ask you, do you have a gun? I have my own sniper rifle, but it seems you don’t, so I can find you a good rifle. My rifle is a .338 Lapua Magnum calibre, you can use any calibre you want, 12.7mm is fine too, since you don’t have your own preferred sniper rifle, you could use a large calibre, I don’t mind."

Yang Yi said with a smile on his face, that pompous attitude was so evident even a blind man could see it.

For a sniper, getting familiar with the terrain in advance is too important; if one sniper knows the environment and the other doesn’t, then the one familiar with the environment holds a significant advantage.

But how could the advantage of knowing the environment compare to the advantage of calibre?

Let’s put it this way, a 7.62mm calibre rifle has an optimal shooting distance within 600 metres and a maximum range of about 800 metres; beyond that, it’s not that the bullet has no power, but the spread becomes so large that hitting the target relies on luck.

The .338 Lapua Magnum bullet, in metric terms, is 8.6mm, with a maximum range of about 1,200 metres, while a 12.7mm calibre sniper rifle has a maximum range of 1,500 metres, which means that hitting a target at this distance depends on skill, and beyond this distance, it relies on character; it’s not that one can’t hit, but one certainly can’t guarantee a hit.

When Yang Yi suggested Anton use a 12.7mm calibre rifle, what he meant was, "Let me give you a head start of three hundred metres."

You’re proud? I’m prouder than you, no matter if I have the right to be proud or not, I just won’t let you show off.

Infuriating you to death!

That was Yang Yi’s strategy now.

Sure enough, Anton’s expression didn’t change, but his brows twitched slightly.

"Heh, heh, heh heh heh..."

He laughed a few times, but laughing involved engaging the abdominal muscles, so Anton quickly ended his mocking laughter and said with a straight face, "12.7 calibre? No need, I’ll just use an SVD."

The SVD is a decent gun, but it’s a 7.62mm calibre. The precision isn’t great, and strictly speaking, the SVD Dragunov rifle is classified as a precision shooting rifle, not a sniper rifle.

If it were a normal situation, Yang Yi would definitely delight in accepting Anton’s generous offer—he would certainly embrace the results of a successful provocation. No matter how good Xiao Ran’s rifle might be, a smaller calibre is inherently a disadvantage; no matter how good a rifle is, a larger calibre certainly holds an advantage.

A smaller calibre may make up for its shortcoming by making the rifle as perfect as possible, but a large calibre rifle can also reach near perfection. So, between two equally good rifles, the only determining factor left would be the calibre.

But Yang Yi simply did not want to take advantage of Anton. Letting Anton use a larger calibre was a way to show off, and if Anton really swallowed his pride and used a 12.7mm calibre sniper rifle, he would be the one crying.

The current situation was quite satisfactory.

Yang Yi waved his hand nonchalantly and said, "Then let’s use two of the same rifles, we have a top-tier AWM .338 Lapua Magnum sniper rifle, its precision is top-notch. We’ll use the same bullets, so no excuses when you lose. Oh, if you like my rifle, you can use it, I’ll use the AWM. I’m familiar with both rifles, it’s up to you to choose, don’t say I’m bullying you."

The corners of Anton’s mouth turned up, and he said with a half-smile, "You... bullying me?"

"Eh, up to you to think what you like, I don’t mind. I don’t mind if you think you can bully me too."

Anton didn’t care to exchange pleasantries with Yang Yi anymore. His face turned stern, and he said in a deep voice, "The operation is tomorrow, right? Then let’s meet tomorrow."

"See you tomorrow, no need to see me off."

Anton forcefully closed the door behind Yang Yi, who let out a long sigh. Although he wasn’t exactly bursting with triumph, he indeed felt much better.

Acting tough, who can’t?

Playing weak to exploit the strong certainly has its advantages, but in front of someone like Anton, one must be loud!

Having walked a few steps, Yang Yi suddenly remembered something and turned back to knock on Anton’s door.

Anton opened the door and said emotionlessly, "What now?"

Yang Yi smiled and then said earnestly, "I forgot to mention something just now. I think it’s necessary to clarify in advance that this isn’t any official competition, so there’s no need to dwell on losing, right?"

The corner of Anton’s mouth twitched, and he said in a deep voice, "Do you think I’m bound to lose?"

Yang Yi waved his hands quickly and said, "No, no, no, I don’t think you’re bound to lose, I just have confidence in myself."

Anton chuckled lightly and then quickly turned stern, "With your memory being so good, do you think you would forget to say that?"

"Er, I just thought of it and figured I’d remind you, I think your mood... uh, never mind, as long as you understand, haha."

Anton’s smile was forced as he said, "Thanks for the reminder, and for looking after my feelings. See you tomorrow, and don’t bother me again!"

Anton closed the door forcefully once more. Yang Yi didn’t knock but raised his voice and said, "Do you want me to bring the gun over now, let you get used to your new rifle? Do you want to take the gun and fire a few test shots?"

Even though he knew for sure that Anton would never agree, Yang Yi still said it before turning and walking away nonchalantly.

Anton is proud, so you have to be prouder than him. Making him angry is a victory.

The next morning, Anton was the first one out, waiting to see Yang Yi. When he saw him, he said indifferently, "Where’s the gun you’re lending me?"

Yang Yi, feeling awkward holding the gun, gestured to his assistant, and Rodriguez, who was carrying a gun case, placed it on the table.

"AWM, you can inspect the gun first."

Yang Yi thought that Anton might refuse to check the gun after what he said, but this time Anton wasn’t provoked. He opened the gun case, dismantled the rifle into parts, then assembled it again.

After assembling the gun, Anton said calmly, "I need to fire some test shots to adjust the scope."

Yang Yi felt inwardly impressed, realizing that Anton was proud, but he certainly hadn’t let pride cloud his judgment. The tasks a sniper must perform, no matter how much Anton was provoked would always be done.

A true master must have the attitude of a master. If Anton had acted tough and said he didn’t need to inspect the gun or test it, then Yang Yi would have looked down on him. But now, all that was left was vigilance.

Yang Yi said with a smile, "Test fire? Of course, that’s only proper. Are three hundred rounds enough?"

Even though Yang Yi knew that Anton wouldn’t be provoked into losing his cool, he still had to keep up the pressure. Unfortunately, Anton actually responded cheerfully, "Three hundred rounds should be enough. Thank you for preparing so many high-precision bullets for me."

Seeing Anton’s cheerful demeanor, Yang Yi felt that this time it was he who was angered.

The competition had already begun, starting from last night, from the psychological battle onward. Up to this point, the two were essentially even, with Yang Yi having a slight advantage.