Spy-x-War Showdown
Chapter 817 - 822

Chapter 817: Chapter 822

Yang Yi felt embarrassed by the lavish praise; he thought he had simply blurted out whatever came to mind. Was such excessive admiration really necessary?

But it was Zhang Yong who couldn’t help but speak out, murmuring, "Is it that difficult? Isn’t it just a casual guess? Is it truly that hard?"

Actually, Zhang Yong’s question was directed at Anton who was beside him.

Anton opened his mouth to reply, but Annastasia commented helplessly, "If you don’t understand, you’d better not express an opinion. You don’t grasp the world of a genius, so just focus on being a diligent field agent."

Zhang Yong was somewhat stunned, while Brian felt somewhat embarrassed. Just then, Anton shrugged with a helpless look and said, "Uh, analysts indeed, um, how should I put it, field agents risk their lives out there and suffer, while analysts just sit in an office, but let me explain this way to you—the reality is the opposite of the movies."

Annastasia pointed at Anton, "You got one thing wrong."

Anton furrowed his brow and looked at her, "Where did I get it wrong?"

"It’s not analyst, it’s analyst, the principal analyst who makes the final judgment. You can’t say which is more important compared to a field agent, but if you compare an ace analyst to an ace agent, who do you think is more important?"

Anton exhaled helplessly and said, "Alright, it’s just a different term, but the meaning is the same, the ace analysts are most important, that goes without saying, they can’t be assigned to field missions."

Annastasia smiled and said, "You’re wrong again. The Soviet Union’s greatest gold medal analyst was Yarebin, and he was not the type to shy away from assignment."

Anton retorted somewhat irritably, "I find you really like to argue."

"Did I say anything wrong?"

Anton sighed helplessly and conceded, "Alright, you’re not wrong, but Yarebin is an exception; he’s a special case."

Annastasia once again looked at Yang Yi with a serious face and exclaimed, "How can you go out and do field work? Whether it’s stealing intelligence, assassinations, or any other risky business, you shouldn’t be involved because the risk is too high. You can’t waste your talent. I mean, if you die, then your talent will be wasted. You shouldn’t do anything dangerous. You should be well protected. Just leave everything to Anton and Brian—those field agents out there. They are dispensable; a few deaths don’t matter. But a potentially gifted analyst is too rare."

Brian said with displeasure, "Anna, please be a bit more considerate when you speak. I don’t mind, but nearly everyone here is what you would call ’dispensable field agents’!"

Annastasia just turned her head to glance at Brian, which led him to sigh helplessly and look away.

Anton spread his hands out and said, "You’re not someone who lacks emotional intelligence, right? I think you are deliberately provoking us. Could you be a little more considerate of our feelings when you speak?"

Annastasia was silent for a moment, then said with an apologetic expression, "Sorry, I’m just too straightforward. When there’s no need for pretense, I prefer to say what I think. If speaking the truth hurts you, then I apologize and will try to be more careful in the future."

Anton was taken aback; he and Zhang Yong exchanged looks and then Zhang Yong waved his hand, saying, "Let it go, let’s just drop it."

Yang Yi could not remain silent any longer. Brian’s symptoms of bronchitis were extremely apparent; his trend of becoming a lackey was irreversible, hoping for him to stop Annastasia was impossible.

Clearing his throat gently, Yang Yi looked at Annastasia with a smile and asked, "So, you’re an analyst, right?"

Annastasia immediately shook her head, "I’m an analyst, but I’ve never actually played the role of one. Although I’ve received many years of training, to turn him..."

Annastasia glanced at Brian and smiled, "Brian was definitely an important figure at the time, so I was sent to turn him. The mission required someone capable of independent decision-making, and I was the most suitable. Simply put, I needed to observe Brian’s lifestyle to analyze what kind of woman he liked. Then, I would become that woman; I had to make him like me, make him fall head over heels for me. If I had to rely on analysts from headquarters providing me with this information, I don’t think I could have handled every situation."

Brian’s face turned green as he muttered, "You never told me any of this before."

Annastasia smiled, "To spare your pride and so you wouldn’t feel played like a fool, um, sorry, I shouldn’t use the term played. Don’t make that face; I do love you, otherwise I wouldn’t be with you. You have to understand, people as intelligent as me and little egg here actually like slightly less intelligent ones."

Yang Yi’s face turned green too, and he waved his hands frantically, "I’m not, I’m not!"

Annastasia shrugged, "You’ll realize it soon enough, you definitely are."

Yang Yi realized something—that Annastasia was not lacking in emotional intelligence, she was just too proud. So it wasn’t that she didn’t know how to consider others’ feelings, she just couldn’t be bothered to.

Wondering whether it was better to say that Annastasia communicates bluntly or to call her a sharp-tongued old woman, after a moment of contemplation, Yang Yi decided on the latter.

Yang Yi smiled and said, "You know Hans, right? So, do you and Hans belong to the same type of people?"

Annastasia shook her head, "No, Hans belongs to Stasi, and I to KGB. Can Stasi compare to KGB? Of course not. To me, Stasi people are like elementary school students who haven’t graduated yet. Besides, we also have different specialties. Stasi excels in surveillance and wiretapping, collating information after it’s obtained to sort out what is useful. I, on the other hand, spot problems and solve them, especially in terms of in-the-moment judgment and analytical ability during operations. So, what’s the difference? Well, I am a general, he is a staffer."

Once again, Yang Yi didn’t know how to respond to Annastasia’s remark. At that moment, Zhang Yong murmured, "Good thing Hans isn’t here, or he’d be really upset."

Zhang Yong spoke in Chinese, but Annastasia looked at him and smiled, "You can ask him yourself and see if he acknowledges my view."

Zhang Yong’s face changed drastically, and he waved his hands repeatedly, "I’m wrong! I can’t afford to provoke you, let’s act like I didn’t say anything."

Annastasia smiled, "I didn’t feel that you troubled or offended me. Additionally, I might have a strong personal opinion, but remember one thing, when I’m with you guys, I can’t be bothered to lie."