Spy-x-War Showdown
Chapter 811 - 816 Interception

Chapter 811: Chapter 816 Interception

Anton put down the phone and followed the black sedan in front of him.

Some matters were difficult to handle, if your methods are too aggressive, then suspicions might arise, and once there are suspicions, all the preparatory work done before would be for nothing.

That was the situation now.

A car was set to pick up Mark Sharpo, although it was only a possibility.

If nothing was done, Mark Sharpo would take this car to work, and the plan would have to be postponed. But what if the car was intercepted halfway? If Mark Sharpo was vigilant enough, he might take some action to investigate, and then he might discover the bomb on his car that was actually not very well hidden.

The consequences of discovering the bomb certainly wouldn’t be as simple as Mark Sharpo changing cars; he would know someone was trying to kill him, he would become more cautious from then on, and so the whole plan wouldn’t be about delaying for just a couple of days. Therefore, it was easy to intercept a car halfway, but the consequences could be very severe.

However, Anton didn’t care much about that.

Yang Yi was getting a bit impatient, Anton knew this, and frankly, he was getting impatient as well.

In Anton’s view, dealing with a Mark Sharpo wasn’t such a big deal.

Anton understood Ukraine, understood the intelligence agencies of Ukraine. In his view, if Ukrainian intelligence used to be considered second-rate in the world, now they were completely out of the league.

The prolonged ideological struggle had not only ruined the country but also destroyed its intelligence capabilities. With the flight of Yanukovych, the entire intelligence system of Ukraine was not just rotten; it was completely decayed.

Why?

Ukraine was a CIS country, and its upper echelons were filled with a large number of Russian speakers. Over seventy percent of the intelligence personnel were Russian speakers. And now, those Russian speakers were driven away, marginalized. Ability was no longer important; what mattered was whether you spoke Ukrainian or Russian.

In such a situation, perhaps after another decade or so, Ukraine might rebuild a capable intelligence system, but right now, it was just one word—rotten.

Because he understood, he despised, and because he despised, Anton was unbridled.

So Anton wasn’t worried that his actions would fail, because there was no such possibility.

When the car he was following reached a midway point between the Ministry of Defense Intelligence Bureau and Mark Sharpo’s home, Anton made a decision.

That’s right, this car was going to pick up Mark Sharpo.

Then there was no need to wait any longer. Smash it.

Anton pressed the gas pedal, his car sped up, overtaking the car he was tailing, and after driving forward a bit, he began to slow down and merge with the traffic flow.

Anton took out his phone, and while looking at the rear-view mirror, he dialed Yang Yi.

The road had two lanes, and as the target vehicle got closer, Anton maintained a steady speed and followed behind another car.

When Yang Yi picked up the phone, the target car was approaching; Anton put the phone to his ear and said in a deep voice, "Hey, I’m about to crash."

As soon as he had finished speaking, Anton suddenly swerved the steering wheel, and the rear of his car slammed hard into the target vehicle trying to overtake him on the left.

With a loud bang, Anton’s vehicle lost control, and by the time he hit the brakes and stopped the car, it was already sideways on the road.

"It’s stopped."

He said softly, then Anton abruptly opened the car door, clutch in one hand the phone, and yelled angrily at the driver who rushed down to check, "How the hell do you drive!"

A typical case of forceful lane merging that caused an unavoidable collision with the vehicle following behind, undoubtedly, Anton was the perpetrator.

But Anton looked as if he had suffered a great injustice; after shouting once, he immediately went to check his own car, and when he found that his own vehicle was seriously damaged, Anton became even more furious.

"Are you fucking blind? How did you drive your car!"

"Asshole, shut up!"

The driver of the stopped car was nearly driven mad; he looked at his car, the front end was smashed—not that it couldn’t be driven, but he obviously couldn’t use this car to pick up his director.

Anton looked ready to fight, his eyes bulging out, he bellowed furiously, "You jerk! Are you blind, didn’t you see me signal?"

Although the driver wanted to tear the Anton in front of him in half, he had important matters to attend to; he glared furiously at the confrontational Anton, but instead took out his phone.

"Sir, I’m sorry, I can’t come to pick you up, I’ve had an accident on the road, I’m very sorry, sir, I’ll arrange for another car to pick you up right away."

Anton walked up to the driver, fists clenched tight, and shouted, "I am talking to you, put down your phone, do you think..."

"No need, I’ll drive there myself; are you all right?"

The driver, nearly crazy with rage, pulled out a handgun and aimed it at Anton’s head.

"I’m fine, really sorry, sir."

"No worries, as long as you’re okay. Handle the accident; don’t worry about the rest for now."

When the driver pulled out the gun, Anton immediately raised his hands and then, stunned, took two steps back, his face frozen in terror, daring not to move.

After some silence, Anton could faintly hear something being said on the phone.

The driver hung up the phone and then furiously told Anton, "You want to fight me? Come on, then!"

Anton slightly shook his head, stuttering, "I’m sorry, really sorry, I was wrong. There’s no need for a gun, friend, really no need for a gun."

Some people were watching the commotion, and after the gun was drawn, others looked on from a distance. Anton looked terrified, and although the driver detested Anton, he clearly couldn’t just shoot him dead.

Breathing out hatefully, the driver quickly dialed a number on his phone, his voice full of ire, "I’ve had an accident, call the police to deal with it, quick!"

Anton stuttered, "I can pay you money, can you put your gun away, buddy? There really is no need, it’s just a minor accident."

"Shut up! Turn around and raise your hands!"

Anton slowly turned around, and the driver patted him down swiftly. After ensuring Anton had no weapons on him, the driver hissed venomously in Anton’s ear, "You’re in big trouble, get ready to enjoy jail!"

Anton’s phone call had been going the entire time, so Yang Yi had been listening all along.

Holding the phone in one hand and the detonator in the other, Yang Yi said with a smile to Rodriguez, "Looks like Anton’s in quite a bit of trouble, haha."

Rodriguez gripped the steering wheel with both hands, giving a dry laugh before saying, "Boss, a car’s coming out."

"Yeah," Yang Yi replied nonchalantly, "a car’s coming out."