Spy-x-War Showdown
Chapter 742 - 748: Just Like a God

Chapter 742: Chapter 748: Just Like a God

Brian strode in, walking up to the old man, and then, not long after, several people came out of the house, following behind Brian and the old man.

The Fearless Mercenary Corps had already arrived, as well as McGregor’s people, who had surrounded the house at a distance of less than fifty meters.

The Black Devil had come out. Yang Yi and Anton exchanged glances, then Yang Yi said in a low voice, "Stay put and don’t move, be ready to shoot at any moment. Anton and I will go out."

After speaking, Yang Yi took a breath, slowly stood up, and then he and Anton carefully made their way along the route free of landmines.

The Black Devil’s men held a detonator in their hands, and one of them was even holding a cardboard box filled with C4, as the person holding the box had deliberately revealed its contents.

A young man carrying a rifle on his back and holding an AK74 rifle in his hand walked out.

His face was lightly camouflaged, enough to hide his true features, but among a group of people in their fifties and sixties, the young man was still easy to identify; he was the one with the black head cover.

Brian approached and then said to Anton, "Our reputation has always been good, and this time cannot be an exception."

Yang Yi kept silent, and Anton nodded.

Brian was protecting Yang Yi; he was now taking the lead, and whoever he spoke to was the most important person after him. So, if the Black Devil were to open fire, Brian would be the first to be shot, followed by Anton.

But Yang Yi felt that this was actually quite meaningless. With the black head cover present, whether one was the second or the third to be shot made little difference.

Brian sighed, then said in a deep voice, "These people cannot die because they hold something extremely important to me. Since they can’t die..."

Anton said gravely, "I understand, if they cannot die, then the employer will have to die instead."

What Brian said was sincere, Yang Yi could tell.

This was the helplessness of having demands.

To Brian, he would rather die, pay any price, than lose the chance to find Kate.

Brian whispered, "As long as nobody knows, the stain is not a stain. Go ahead, no, wait a moment."

Brian turned to look at the old man and asked, "Who are you? I’ve seen you but I don’t know your identity."

There was something odd about this question. Yang Yi thought about it and then realized why Brian had asked it.

Actually, the question was meant for Anton.

The old man smiled and said, "I am the captain of Antoine’s team, yes, I am Yarebin."

To Brian’s surprise, Anton showed no reaction at all, absolutely none.

Brian looked at Anton, who was wearing sunglasses, so Brian could not clearly see his eyes.

Pointing at the old man named Yarebin, Brian said with a relaxed face, "Look at me and this old fellow, if you think it’s necessary, go ahead and blow both of us to pieces."

After speaking, Brian laughed, "Now you know why I didn’t want to stay inside, right? Alright, the two of us will go talk. As for the rest of you, those wearing camo are Deyo’s. Now go ahead."

Brian’s voice wasn’t loud, but the meaning of his words was clear; they could take action now.

Yarebin reached out and took the cardboard box full of dummy drugs from someone beside him, then Brian and he stepped to the side together.

The Fearless Mercenary Corps were definitely puzzled by now, perhaps thinking that a deal had been struck, but what they thought no longer mattered, because their time of death had come.

Incredible, isn’t it? The world can be so wondrous at times.

Anton suddenly whispered, "Watch carefully, those in black clothes are with us. If you hurt our people, we’ll wipe you all out!"

Members of the Organization of Water wore black tactical uniforms, while those of the Fearless Mercenary Corps wore camouflage. The direct forces of Deyo did the same. The distinction was quite clear, and this was precisely the outcome Yang Yi and his team had intentionally chosen.

After speaking, Anton turned around and fired a shot, opening fire on the members of the Fearless Mercenary Corps.

In the walkie-talkie, Yang Yi whispered softly, "Take action!"

After speaking, Yang Yi was about to shoot, but by then, he no longer had time to pay attention to the black hood.

Yang Yi fired a shot and then knelt on one knee, intending to shoot from a kneeling position, but before he could fire, he heard three ’pap pap pap’ sounds behind him.

Three members of the Fearless Mercenary Corps collapsed to the ground instantly.

Yang Yi couldn’t help but glance sideways.

The black hooded figure was firing, and he was moving while shooting.

The standing figure, with a rifle equipped with a scope strapped to his back, looked like a modified M14. However, it didn’t match any model Yang Yi had seen before; it was clearly specially customized.

Observing an enemy’s gun in the middle of a battle, well, definitely an enemy, but not at the moment, possibly an enemy again after a while, anyway, ultimately an enemy.

The rifle carried by the black hooded figure was definitely custom-made. The huge scope mounted on it was obviously meant for long-range shooting, but that wasn’t the key point. The key was that he was carrying a custom sniper rifle, but the gun he was actively shooting with was an AK74.

The Black Devil folks certainly weren’t to be underestimated.

Yang Yi knew the Black Devil was formidable. Using the Black Devil’s combat power to take down the Fearless Mercenary Corps was the best choice, but actually fighting side by side with the Black Devil was a different thrill from watching it on a surveillance screen.

When watching the screen, they were enemies; now, they were temporarily comrades-in-arms.

Everyone knows that incompetent teammates can get you killed, but what about having a godlike ally?

Having a godlike ally of course meant you could win lying down.

That black hooded figure, that very one, was simply not human.

A squad of the Fearless Mercenaries Corps was very close to Yang Yi and his team. As soon as the firefight began, the members of the Fearless Mercenary Corps were, of course, unwilling to sit and wait for death, so they immediately began to retaliate.

But that black hooded figure, he was alone, with just one gun, and he opened fire on a bush where the Fearless Mercenary Corps was gathered.

One shot, one kill, one shot, one kill. As the Fearless soldiers began to counterattack, the black hooded figure swiftly dodged to the side. His tactical movements were extremely proficient and quick, and then, he began to shoot again.

After killing the second person, he heard the sound of gunfire beside him, too fast to believe, so Yang Yi couldn’t help but take another glance. Then he saw the black hooded figure continuously pulling the trigger. Looking towards the direction of the Fearless Mercenary Corps, anyone within sight, whether lying down or standing, had no chance of survival.

Fighting alongside the black hooded figure as a comrade rather than an enemy didn’t bring the same intense pressure, replaced instead by a sense of relief, an indescribable, inexplicable sense of ease.

Yang Yi had killed only two, whereas that black hooded figure had killed at least twenty. An entire squad of the Fearless Mercenary Corps was almost entirely taken out by him with just the pull of a trigger and a slight movement of the gun muzzle. As a result, Fearless soldiers fell; it all seemed very plain, neither thrilling nor exciting.

That black hooded figure, he was simply not human.

He was like a god.