Spy-x-War Showdown
Chapter 850 - 855: Heavy Strike

Chapter 850: Chapter 855: Heavy Strike

Ian lived in an apartment, just an ordinary one at that, which was surprisingly careless of Kauswell Laboratory considering he was a researcher for a secret research facility.

Exiting the elevator, the area outside was somewhat dirty and untidy, with even some graffiti on the walls. Yang Yi took a look around and said, "You live in this dump? The security around here doesn’t seem particularly good."

Ian appeared unconcerned as he responded, "The laboratory doesn’t provide housing, just a housing subsidy. My salary isn’t very high, so naturally, I can only afford to live in a place like this."

Yang Yi moved his hand closer to his waist and remarked, "There don’t seem to be any cameras or anything."

"There are, but they’ve been vandalized. Drug addicts did that. But it’s much better now. There aren’t as many addicts around these days."

As they spoke, Ian took out his keys and approached an apartment door, unlocking it with the key.

Opening the door and switching on the light, Ian then said to Yang Yi, "Come in, please."

Yang Yi let Eric enter first; then, he followed and immediately closed the door behind them.

The two-bedroom apartment wasn’t too small for London. If the area had better security, Ian wouldn’t have been able to afford such an expensive place.

The room was very clean, everything neatly arranged, and there was no smell at all—which was quite impressive for a bachelor, and even more unexpected given Ian’s casual appearance.

Ian turned on the TV first, which was quite loud, and then he opened the refrigerator and took out three drinks, handing them to the two men. After opening a bottle and taking a couple of sips, he said with a relaxed face, "Please wait a moment; I need to pack some things."

Yang Yi took the drink but didn’t sit down. Instead, he said in a serious tone, "You don’t need to pack anything. Just grab the hard drive, and let’s go quickly."

Ian looked at him in surprise and said, "But I at least need to take a few clothes and my documents, oh, and some photographs as well."

Yang Yi shook his head and said, "No, no, you won’t need your documents anymore. Okay, if you want to take them, do so, but don’t bother with the clothes. Just grab the hard drive and the documents; everything else can be bought. Please hurry, can I help you pack?"

Ian murmured, "Why make it sound so dangerous? No need, I can pack by myself. I don’t like others going into my bedroom."

Yang Yi was in a hurry, but he didn’t want to show it, so he and Eric sat on the sofa, though Yang Yi couldn’t help but glance toward Ian, who had walked into his bedroom alone.

Eric shrugged and said, "Nothing to worry about. What’s there to be worried about at this point?"

Yang Yi smiled and replied, "Yeah, nothing to be worried about."

Ian didn’t make Yang Yi wait long; just two or three minutes later, he came out with a backpack. Taking a sip of his drink, he said nonchalantly, "Got the hard drive and the documents. I just need to..."

Yang Yi stood up and reached out his hand, saying, "Let me carry that for you."

Instinctively, Ian pulled the bag back and said, "No, I can carry it myself. I want to take a few more things; it’ll be at most ten minutes."

The hard drive was still there, and nothing had happened. Yang Yi thought maybe he was just being affected by Zhao Qiang’s nervousness. As he hesitated about letting Ian pack some personal items, he heard a faint sound coming from the keyhole.

Yang Yi’s face changed. He quickly waved his hand vigorously at Ian, then put his finger to his lips in a silent gesture.

Ian looked stunned, while Eric, the old hand, wore an expression of disbelief yet sat motionless on the sofa holding his drink.

Yang Yi swiftly positioned himself behind the door without making a sound. As soon as he had taken his place, the door was pushed open.

One person dashed into the room quickly, followed by another. As they saw Eric on the sofa and Ian standing in the living room, the first to enter quickly glanced around.

Ian, with a look of shock, exclaimed, "Who are you?"

"Don’t be nervous; we’re friends. Mr. Wilson sent us," one of them said.

Their exchange was rapid, and the last one in casually shut the door.

Yang Yi could no longer hide behind the door, but he had no intention of hiding anymore.

At this time, it didn’t matter who was coming; in short, the rule was simple—knock them down first, ask questions later.

The person who entered the room first locked eyes with Ian and Eric, while those who came in later turned their attention to Yang Yi.

Yang Yi was prepared, but so were the intruders, who entered with utmost vigilance. Therefore, even though Yang Yi made the first move, the person standing face-to-face with him wasn’t slow either, acting almost simultaneously.

Initially, Yang Yi didn’t intend to deliver a fatal blow, but when he saw the newcomer’s right hand sticking to his waist, ready to draw his gun with a standard blocking movement with his left hand, Yang Yi had no choice but to strike lethally.

Being a split second faster than the enemy was an insurmountable gap for them.

With a downward swipe of his left hand, as the person opposite tried fiercely to push away Yang Yi’s arm, Yang Yi seized the opportunity to thrust the knife in his right hand straight into the enemy’s throat, then sliced outward in a fluid motion.

His left foot kicked out, sending the stabbed foe tumbling to one side, while Yang Yi’s knife had already reached the back of the head of the man who had entered first.

Either don’t act at all, or take decisive, lethal action—questioning a captive for information simply wasn’t feasible, and even if Yang Yi had the chance, he didn’t have the time to interrogate anyone anymore.

However, the person with his back to Yang Yi reacted incredibly fast.

From the moment he heard the noise, he began to turn. By the time Yang Yi’s knife nearly reached the back of his head, he had completed his turn and was already bending and striking back.

The knife aimed at the enemy’s head grazed over the forehead of the swiftly turning and counterattacking foe. The cut wasn’t fatal but didn’t miss either. A wound opened on the forehead of the man who had just had his back to Yang Yi, right above the eye socket, between the brows where the flesh rapidly parted to reveal white bone, quickly stained red with blood.

But the enemy still completed his turn, holding a gun in his hand and firing the moment he faced Yang Yi.

A muffled "pop" sounded, not very loud—the gun was equipped with a silencer.

Yang Yi wasn’t hit because he forcefully knocked the enemy’s pistol aside, sending the bullet into the door, where it made a small hole in the wood.

The enemy dodged and fired, Yang Yi parried and slashed; neither could instantly incapacitate the other.

The shooter didn’t lose his balance, kicking out at Yang Yi and firing at him again.

Yang Yi couldn’t dodge the kick, but he did avoid the deadly shot.

Yang Yi’s choice was to lunge forward, and by the time his enemy fired the second shot at close range, Yang Yi’s body was already behind the barrel of the gun, making the shot miss him.

Yang Yi threw himself onto the enemy, putting him down onto a coffee table before the man could bend his arm back to fire a shot at his back or head.

The fiberglass coffee table shattered with a crash. The enemy’s blood had already blinded him, and Yang Yi pinned the man’s right arm down with his elbow, then plunged his knife straight into the enemy’s throat.

Fueled by instinct and feeling that slitting the throat was not secure enough, Yang Yi pulled out the knife and plunged it viciously into the enemy’s eye socket.

Confirming that his enemy was dead beyond any doubt, Yang Yi struggled to his feet from the ground. He intended to approach the door to check for others outside, but after only one step, overwhelming agony and weakness in his legs brought him involuntarily to his knees.

He couldn’t even feel the pain of dropping to his knees, for Yang Yi was caught in a far greater torment.

"Ugh..."

Yang Yi’s entire face contorted because he had just taken a heavy hit to the groin.

"Old Demon, back up..."

Yang Yi managed to force out a sentence through clenched teeth, then he looked toward Eric.

Eric was still sitting on the sofa. He sighed lightly as he looked at the corpse lying face up amid the shattered glass and then at Yang Yi’s pain-wracked face, saying, "Shit, this is trouble..."

Ian was completely dumbfounded, muttering in disbelief, "How did this happen?"

Anton arrived quickly, bursting through the door. Upon seeing Yang Yi clutching his groin and lying on the floor, he first checked other rooms with a wary expression before urgently asking, "Can you move?"

Yang Yi, who had now slightly recovered his strength, weakly said, "Pack... people... go!"