Spy-x-War Showdown
Chapter 862 - 867 Peaceful Times

Chapter 862: Chapter 867 Peaceful Times

A plane took off from Paris, and not long after it entered Russian airspace, it suddenly turned north, deviating from its normal flight path. Ground radar quickly lost track of the aircraft.

That is to say, a Boeing 777 carrying 280 passengers had disappeared without sending any distress signals, and no one knew where it went.

A malfunction? Hijacking? Or a terrorist attack?

No one knew.

The Grey-cloaked People were known for making big moves once they took action.

There wasn’t much valuable information on the television, but news of a suddenly missing airplane had already made headlines. Yang Yi, who knew the inside story, had already prepared for the worst, so he was just waiting for news.

But it was different for Eric. The psychological impact on him was too great.

He was terrified, especially after discovering that the capabilities of the Grey-cloaked People far exceeded his understanding. Eric would have been surprised if he weren’t scared.

But his fear couldn’t be voiced, his confusion couldn’t be questioned—this feeling made everything worse.

The fear of the unknown, the unknown of fear.

Finally, the television broadcasted the news Yang Yi had been waiting for.

The plane had crashed on the border of Russia—the crash site had been found, rescue personnel were on their way, and as for the cause of the crash, there would be no answers until the black box was retrieved.

The television had already begun analyzing the possible causes of the crash, but Yang Yi and his associates no longer needed to watch.

The ideal outcome for the Grey-cloaked People would have been to have the plane return and land safely, but they could accept the crash as well—destroying what they couldn’t possess was a mindset many held. For something or someone with the potential to change the world, destroying what couldn’t be possessed was the most normal and realistic choice.

Anton exhaled lightly and then patted Yang Yi on the shoulder, whispering, "It’s over, we can leave now."

Eric was nearly dancing with relief; for him, a plane crash was a million times better than Zhao Qiang being captured by the Grey-cloaked People. If Zhao Qiang was captured alive, Eric might be exposed, but dead men tell no tales, even under severe torture.

So, Eric was pleased.

Yang Yi’s feelings were indescribable—somewhat sad, somewhat regretful, but also relieved, because he knew he was safe, and the situation was not as dangerous anymore.

It was just unfortunate for Zhao Qiang. Truly unfortunate.

But what was there to say? There was nothing to say. Zhao Qiang had willingly boarded that plane, he must have been prepared, because he truly didn’t have to board it, but he still used a false identity intended for Ian, indicating that he was aware of what could happen.

Knowing what could happen, Zhao Qiang didn’t delegate the mission to someone else, he still got on the plane, bringing along a companion whose fake name Yang Yi didn’t even know.

The real cause of the crash would never be known to the public, and Zhao Qiang would just appear as a passenger on the list of victims of the air disaster.

This was silently making a choice and silently bearing the consequences, silently sacrificing for the country.

Those peaceful years are nothing but an illusion—some are silently bearing burdens as they march forward.

Yang Yi sat watching the television in silence for a long time, then he stood up, whispered, "It’s okay now, change the identity, everything as usual."

These events weren’t happening every day, but they did happen frequently, so there was really nothing more to say. Nothing at all.

It was time to think about the aftermath.

The most urgent thing was to change the false identities, because no one knew how many secrets the Cicero Family had leaked. The Organization of Water had always been using false identities provided by the Cicero Family, and now it wasn’t just about pulling a single thread that could unravel everything; the entire Organization of Water was potentially exposed. Of course, that was the worst-case scenario, since so many used identities supplied by the Cicero Family, it was impossible for the Grey-cloaked People to eliminate everyone involved.

The problem was that these fake identities had been bought from Justin by Yang Yi.

If Justin had betrayed the Organization of Water, the Grey-cloaked People would have already been at their doorstep, so although Justin belonged to the Cicero Family, it was unlikely he had personally betrayed the Organization of Water.

These thoughts couldn’t be dwelled upon; the more he thought, the messier it became, and the headache only worsened.

When confused about the situation, it was best to prepare for the worst scenario—being cautious never led to mistakes.

At that moment, Yang Yi’s phone rang—it wasn’t the cellular phone he had been using lately to contact Li Fan and Zhao Qiang and others, but his satellite phone.

An unknown number, Yang Yi answered the call with a grave tone, then he heard a familiar voice.

"Sea God, this is Justin."

It was Justin, calling at such a sensitive time.

Yang Yi’s first reaction was not joy, but caution, for the timing of Justin’s call was too sensitive.

"Hello, why haven’t I been able to contact you recently?"

Yang Yi spoke evenly, maintaining his composure.

Justin was silent for a moment, then spoke softly, "Buddy, there’s something I need to tell you. I shouldn’t have called you, but if I don’t, you might be in serious trouble."

After a brief pause, Justin whispered, "Stop using the identities I gave you—never use them again. Something happened, and I couldn’t stop it, I’m sorry, but I have to hang up now."

Yang Yi urgently asked, "What happened?"

Justin hesitated, then said, "There’s been a leak. The principles that the Cicero Family depended on for survival have been abandoned. I tried to resist, but I couldn’t stop it. I wanted to make sure at least the identities I sold weren’t compromised, but I couldn’t manage it because I don’t control them, so... I’m sorry, you know what to do."

Yang Yi urgently asked, "How bad is it? Did the Cicero Family betray all the false identities?"

Justin sighed, speaking softly, "I don’t know, because I’ve now lost all support from the Cicero Family. My position is a bit awkward—I might not be a member of the Cicero Family anymore."

Yang Yi spoke softly, "All I care about right now is whether you haven’t betrayed us, right?"

"Heh, of course. I’m an information broker, a professional one. I sell information, but I never betray my partners. I’m sorry for what I can’t control."

After speaking, Justin whispered, "That’s all I wanted to say. You’d better sever all ties with me and change all the fake identities, or I can’t guarantee what might happen. Also, I will compensate you for your losses personally, though I’m in a bit of a difficult situation now, but that’s my promise. Alright buddy, I can’t talk anymore, bye."

Justin ended the call, and a still perplexed Yang Yi immediately tried to call back, but the phone had already been turned off.