Spy-x-War Showdown
Chapter 717 - 723: Silence

Chapter 717: Chapter 723: Silence

There was no way to feel anything because too much was happening at once; there simply wasn’t time to process feelings, like Yang Yi now, caught in a mix of astonishment and panic, and within that panic, a sense of loss.

Especially when he saw the rosy-nosed man who rushed out of the restaurant first being pulled out of the car at gunpoint—that moment left Yang Yi dumbfounded, but as soon as he saw the soldier dragging the chubby old man out of the car, Yang Yi almost instantly realized what was going to happen.

This was not the end.

And indeed, that chubby old man swiftly slit the soldier’s throat.

When you’re pointing a gun at someone, don’t stand too close. No matter how fast a person’s actions are, they’re never quicker than a bullet. But sometimes, a person’s actions can be faster than the time it takes to move the muzzle or pull the trigger, so standing too close is actually more dangerous.

With one hand wielding the knife and the other grabbing the gun’s barrel, another swift cut severed the strap of the gun hanging on the soldier, then he raised the gun to fire.

The old man left a profound impression on Yang Yi, but Yang Yi could have done the same, so he wasn’t particularly surprised; he knew what was coming just by watching the soldier’s movements.

But what came next shocked Yang Yi once again.

The man in the black mask fired another shot.

Firing an Uzi submachine gun, every shot ensured someone would fall, regardless of whether they were ten or fifty meters away. When the man in the black mask fired, he transcended the limits of space and distance. Wherever a person stood, as soon as he shot, they would surely fall.

Is it shameful to feel fear?

Who in the world has never been afraid? So, is it embarrassing for a smart person to feel fear?

Only fools, madmen, and the ignorant never experience fear—ignorance is bliss, after all.

The man in the black mask, through a screen, once again silenced everyone without a word.

No words could be said.

Is it better to be a jack of all trades or to specialize in one?

In the past, Yang Yi thought being versatile was more impressive, like Anton, like himself.

Yang Yi was indeed quite versatile.

As a spy, having a variety of skills was definitely an advantage when it came to solving problems. If a gun didn’t do the job, use a knife; if not a knife, then poison. There was always a suitable method, but if you could only shoot, what then?

But now, Yang Yi’s belief wavered.

If someone mastered a skill to the utmost, to a level no one could possibly imagine, it seemed to be even more powerful.

Everyone seemed formidable, each person’s skills unparalleled in Yang Yi’s life, but compared to the man in the black mask, the seemingly fearsome, rosy-nosed, chubby old man appeared completely invisible.

Yang Yi had only one feeling: no matter what he knew how to do, as long as he was within the sight of the man in the black mask, he was certain to die.

Complete silence filled the intelligence room until the man in the black mask threw down his Uzi submachine gun and picked up an AK74 from the ground.

Standing, he fired the AK74 twice. After the first shot, a soldier a hundred meters away immediately fell to the ground. But with the second shot, Yang Yi didn’t know who the man in the black mask was aiming at, not until he shifted his gaze outside and saw a soldier at least two hundred meters away collapse. That’s when he understood what had happened.

"God damn..."

"Fuck!"

"Oh God..."

"Sigh..."

"Oh..."

The intelligence room, silent as a graveyard, erupted once more in a unanimous gasp of astonishment, and it wasn’t until everyone had involuntarily voiced their shock that Xiao Ran, with a shrill voice, exclaimed, "Fuck me!"

Xiao Ran cursed again, another highly inappropriate swear word.

But no one noticed, and even if they had, no one would have said anything.

The better the marksmanship, the greater the shock, because those with superior gun skills knew just how difficult it was, and how much more challenging it became once a level out of reach for ordinary people was attained.

Xiao Ran let out another sigh and said loudly, "He’s the one who rescued Big Ivan! The one who saved Big Ivan in South Africa!"

No one picked up Xiao Ran’s words because, finally, Corkdor was finished.

The man with the black hood dropped the gun and took a rocket launcher out of the trunk of the car, firing it at the struggling vehicle.

Corkdor’s car caught fire, and he had only two choices: either get burned to death inside the car or come out and be shot dead outside.

The fire was intense. Corkdor left the protection of the armored vehicle and then, then he was captured alive by the man in the black hood.

Captured alive, right at the doorstep of the Ukrainian government building.

Chris was still able to think about other things because his shooting skills were the worst among them, so his shock was the least.

"Why aren’t those two armored vehicles firing?"

Brian took a breath and said in a deep voice, "They don’t have ammunition. Those two armored vehicles are just for show because the people inside the government building need armored vehicles at the door for courage, but they’re more afraid of the vehicles turning their barrels and firing at themselves."

Yang Yi touched his head with his hand, then cleared his throat and said, "Corkdor has been taken away, we..."

After a pause, Yang Yi looked at Brian and asked, "What do we do next?"

There was no doubt, no need to doubt at all, that those were Big Ivan’s men, it couldn’t be more certain.

At the scene, Anton and Paul could take action against Big Ivan’s men, but Yang Yi was also certain that although Anton and Paul could probably kill one or two, if they didn’t kill the man in the black hood immediately, they would definitely be killed by him.

Anton was skilled at almost everything; if a perfect score was a hundred, Anton’s marksmanship would rate ninety-nine, but the man in the black hood could reach two hundred, or even a thousand.

An underperformer can’t score a hundred, a top student can, and a genius scores a hundred because that’s all the test paper allows.

Using a rocket launcher to blow up everything, both the person and the vehicle, was the safest choice, so now Yang Yi was thinking about having Anton or Paul fire a rocket. If they hit the target, great; if not, they run. A person must have the ability to assess danger.

Brian whispered, "Our objective is to find out Big Ivan’s whereabouts, and my personal goal is to capture a Black Devil alive. If we have Paul and Anton intercept, they might complete the mission, but surely someone will die, or maybe everyone, so right now we do nothing but follow, if we can."

Finally, Brian acknowledged those men as Black Devils and, based on everything he had seen, made a wise, conservative decision.

But Brian wasn’t downcast; on the contrary, his fighting spirit was high.

"Although we can’t take advantage of the situation to strike, it’s fine. We’ve got a hold on the Black Devils now; they can’t escape, they absolutely can’t escape now!"