Spy-x-War Showdown
Chapter 672 - 678 No Place to Reason

Chapter 672: Chapter 678 No Place to Reason

Feyel’s movements had no discernible pattern, so all Yang Yi needed was the moment the door opened to confirm whether the person coming out was Feyel or not. After two hours of intently staring at the same door, the moment it finally opened, Yang Yi truly felt caught off guard.

To open the door and walk out was the normal choice for any person.

Yang Yi was momentarily distracted, but his right hand instinctively steadied the gun.

The barrel had already been adjusted; all Yang Yi needed to do was pull the trigger, and the bullet would fly towards the spot he had chosen, provided he confirmed the person exiting was Feyel.

If it wasn’t Feyel, even if the shot hit the target, it would be a failure for the entire operation, and who knew when they would have another chance to act.

The door was half-open when someone began to step out from inside.

Although the figure had not completely emerged, Yang Yi had already clearly identified the person through the scope.

It was Feyel. Him, precisely.

Yang Yi’s finger, which was lightly resting on the trigger, squeezed it, even before he had the chance to place his eye behind the scope.

Just one more step forward from Feyel and he would be out the door, and once out, he would fall entirely within the doorframe. As soon as Feyel was framed by the door, Anton would be able to see half of his body, and with half of his body in view, he could fire his shot.

The distance of seven hundred meters was not far, for the sniper rifles of Yang Yi and Anton, such a range hardly resulted in any error.

The target was moving, the bullet needed time to travel, but that time was only enough for Feyel to take a single step, just one step.

The door opened, Feyel took that step forward, and his chest met the bullet fired by Yang Yi.

With a violent jolt, Feyel, who had just reached the door, looked down, then his body collapsed weakly towards the front side.

Immediately after, Anton’s gun fired.

Anton’s shot hit Feyel, who was already falling to the left side of the doorway, but he was too late.

Two gunshots, less than a second apart, echoed through the forest.

Yang Yi was very sure he had killed Feyel. Seeing Feyel fall, and getting hit by another shot from Anton as he went down, Yang Yi knew Feyel was definitely dead.

Yang Yi’s gaze left the scope, and with both hands, he grabbed the sniper rifle and swiftly turned the barrel, firing a shot at the sentry post he had spotted earlier.

Anton’s gun sounded again; he too had chosen the sentry posts outside the wall as his targets.

Yang Yi and Anton were sandwiched between the sentry posts—having fired, they had given away their position and would soon come under attack. Being in the trees, they had nowhere to run once attacked, so they had to strike first.

Before the sentry could react, Yang Yi killed a guard, then he slightly adjusted his aim and fired at a second sentry.

Although he claimed he needed only one shot, that referred to killing Feyel. If, after killing Feyel, he didn’t shoot, wouldn’t that make Yang Yi a fool, just waiting to be killed by Feyel’s guards?

Anton also fired a second shot, and then he immediately released the rope binding the scope, slung the rifle over his shoulder, grabbed the scope with one hand and began sliding down the tree.

But Yang Yi’s second shot failed to kill the target.

Even though it was quite close, just fifty to sixty meters away, his line of sight was obstructed by leaves. Moreover, with his companion under attack, the sentry immediately started running, resulting in Yang Yi’s second shot missing.

The sentry discovered Yang Yi’s position and began spraying bullets towards him with his AK74.

With his line of sight blocked by leaves, bullets hit the branches near Yang Yi, emitting a series of dull sounds.

Just then, Anton fired another shot.

After Anton’s second shot, the sentry who was sweeping the treetops with gunfire collapsed to the ground.

Looking up at the trees with a sour face, Anton grumbled, "Can’t you be a bit faster?"

Yang Yi pulled off the strap tied to his spotting scope. He slung his rifle on his back and began to slide down from the tree with the spotting scope in hand.

Although higher up than Anton, it took Yang Yi a bit longer to descend. When he finally jumped to the ground with the spotting scope in his arms, it jolted his stomach painfully, almost making him cry out.

There were still sentries nearby, and it was imperative to evacuate immediately. With a battalion stationed here, even if only a company came out to encircle them, Yang Yi and his team would have a hard time holding their ground.

Whether they’re special forces or spies, no matter how formidable they are, they are not omnipotent. Once surrounded, it wouldn’t matter if it was by a company or even just a platoon, their fate was sealed.

What of a sniper? No matter how skilled, if confronted by soldiers with formal training who knew how to deal with them, all they needed to do was to circle them, suppress them with gunfire so they couldn’t move, and then call for artillery support. They wouldn’t even need heavy artillery -- mortars would suffice.

So Yang Yi’s and his teammates’ primary mission was to avoid being surrounded at all costs.

Given the sentry posts set up by Feyel, it was impossible for Yang Yi and his team to be completely encircled, so as long as they weren’t surrounded, escaping through the forest would be relatively easy.

The two began to run as fast as they could towards the exterior, but they could only jog, not sprint. After covering three to four hundred meters, Anton suddenly stopped and turned to lie down on the ground.

Yang Yi, equipped with high-tech gear, knew he couldn’t beat Anton without it. But after seeing Anton’s various irrational but miraculous actions, Yang Yi decided to simply follow whatever Anton did.

So when Anton lay down on the ground, Yang Yi quickly did the same.

After a moment, Yang Yi heard footsteps.

The view was somewhat obstructed by the bushes, but Anton aimed his gun in one direction, so Yang Yi followed suit and aimed in the same direction.

A few moments later, two soldiers rushed over, approximately less than fifty meters away from Yang Yi and his team.

Anton fired first, Yang Yi after. However, Yang Yi’s target overlapped with Anton’s, meaning that although Yang Yi hit his target, he hit the soldier Anton had already struck.

Anton fired another shot, killing the soldier who had abruptly dropped to the ground. He then gave Yang Yi a look of resignation before slowly getting up, cradling his gun and running off.

Anton was not convinced. In every aspect, he was stronger than Yang Yi, and not just by a little. Yet, he was the one who lost this competition just because his shooting position was two meters lower than Yang Yi’s, and that cost him the match.

A win is a win, a loss is a loss. Anton had no grounds for complaint. Yang Yi had climbed the tree first and gained the advantage. Moreover, Yang Yi had taken a shortcut, but at the end of the day, who could blame him for not securing the best position? Being slower was his own fault, and he couldn’t blame anyone else.