Spy-x-War Showdown
Chapter 876 - 881 Features

Chapter 876: Chapter 881 Features

Nice is a large city in France, and the Ferraj corner is where the wealthy of Nice congregate. When a fire breaks out in such a place, it’s impossible for the fire department to arrive late.

As for the gunshots, would anyone investigate if no one reported them?

The answer, of course, was no.

In fact, when the rabbit fired that shot, it didn’t make much sound from the outside, and it was the only shot fired from beginning to end. Moreover, although Deyo’s bodyguards rushed out quickly, by the time they realized the shooter had already run away, they retreated just as quickly.

So, the only trouble might have come from those two explosions, but isn’t using a natural gas explosion as the cause of the fire perfectly suitable?

For Deyo’s people, retaliation was never the first priority; managing the aftermath was what mattered most.

Moreover, Yang Yi didn’t believe that Deyo would dare to live in Nice if he didn’t have some sort of relationship with the French government.

Understanding these principles, Yang Yi knew he would be safe, and the matter of Deyo being assassinated in Nice would be covered up by all those qualified to know about it, working together.

Yang Yi walked past the entrance of Deyo’s villa. He only glanced twice; the gates were tightly closed, and it was impossible to see what the situation was inside. No one came out, and no one went in again.

The state of chaos and confusion wouldn’t last long. Deyo had died here, but his body wouldn’t remain here indefinitely. In other words, Deyo’s men wouldn’t stay in Nice forever, whether it was for retaliation, self-preservation, or to grow their own power quickly in the aftermath of Deyo’s death. All those under Deyo who held some status should be taking action now.

Yang Yi walked past Deyo’s villa and reached the house that Satan had just blown up and set on fire.

The fire department had arrived and begun extinguishing the fire, and Yang Yi stood outside the cordon line quietly watching for a while.

Turning left out of Deyo’s house was the way to leave Ferraj corner, and turning right would also lead one away but by taking a big detour. Now the path left was blocked by fire trucks and police vehicles, meaning if someone wanted to leave, they would have to leave by turning right.

Seeing that the fire department was unable to extinguish the flames quickly, Yang Yi turned around and left, passing by Deyo’s villa once again, giving the gate another look.

A direct assault was out of the question, and getting more detailed information would be difficult as well. This left Yang Yi very puzzled.

The damn rabbit’s single shot had ruined all the plans. What to do now?

As Yang Yi struggled with indecision and pain, the gate of Deyo’s villa opened, and an armored Mercedes-Benz drove out.

Yang Yi’s mind raced again.

Who could it be?

Moving Deyo’s corpse away?

That seemed unlikely. Indeed, Deyo’s corpse wouldn’t stay here for long, but moving Deyo’s corpse would require more than just one car.

Deyo’s bodyguards would have to ensure loyalty. Even in death, Deyo’s bodyguards wouldn’t scatter.

Therefore, the person coming out couldn’t just be a mere bodyguard. If it were only bodyguards with some business, they wouldn’t need an armored vehicle. So this car was either picking up someone important or driving someone important away.

Who close to Deyo was important?

Steve definitely qualified as one. He was in charge of finances but had no power base of his own. For any underworld boss, the financial controller was always a confidant, yet couldn’t be allowed too far from their sight.

Who else was important? It was those responsible for protecting Deyo, those managing Deyo’s force.

Others, like those responsible for taking care of Deyo’s daily life, also played important roles. Although not high in status, someone akin to a steward would certainly be highly trusted.

Only these two roles would routinely accompany Deyo, and now that Deyo had been assassinated, who would leave at this critical moment?

What reason would those charged with protecting Deyo have to leave? It didn’t seem there was any necessity for them to leave.

Who was in charge of taking care of Deyo’s daily life? There was even less reason for them to leave, and those two roles must have left with Deyo’s body. In that case, there would have been a motorcade, not just a single car.

Going to pick someone up?

Or seeing someone off?

When Yang Yi saw a car coming out, he knew he had to figure this out.

The windows of the bulletproof sedan were very dark; nothing could be seen through them, and it was impossible to tell if there was anyone in the back seat. However, looking through the front windshield, one could see the driver and a person in the passenger seat.

There was someone in the passenger seat.

There was someone in the passenger seat, and their face was clearly visible.

Although it flashed by in front of Yang Yi, he did indeed get a good look at the person in the passenger seat.

Yang Yi was a person with strong observational skills, who also paid great attention to detail.

So an analysis of the person he saw was in order.

The person in the passenger seat was a middle-aged man. Although only the upper body could be seen, and that just from the chest up, much could still be gleaned.

The person sitting in the passenger seat was around thirty-five years old and looked very flustered, very nervous.

He had an average hairstyle, the kind commonly seen in the workplace, neither long nor particularly short. He wore a suit, a very formal one, and he also wore a tie, a light blue one.

Wearing glasses, though it was just a glimpse, Yang Yi knew that the frame of the glasses wouldn’t exceed a thousand euros, probably in the three to five hundred euro range.

There were two pens in the pocket of the suit jacket. Yang Yi didn’t see the make and model of the pens; there wasn’t enough time to discern all the details, but these days nobody would put pens in their suit’s left breast pocket unless they were someone who frequently needed to use a pen.

The person’s job must often require a pen. Deyo wouldn’t carry a pen, nor would Steve because, although Steve was a subordinate of Deyo, his position didn’t necessitate recording every single one of Deyo’s instructions on paper.

Who would need to do that?

Someone involved in accounting matters, not high-ranking, at most an assistant, or someone who needed to implement the orders given from above.

So what was this person’s main characteristic?

It was the pens, the two pens in the pocket.

Was this person Steve?

Definitely not.

But a person who could appear at this villa must be someone Deyo trusted. So who could Deyo trust, and who could be seated in a bulletproof sedan, reaching such a status?

A subordinate of Steve.

The main feature and basis for judgment were the two pens. So when Deyo’s chief bodyguard assigned tasks, did his subordinates need pens? No, it didn’t fit the character.

The butler in charge of daily affairs would also have subordinates; did his people need pens?

No, it didn’t fit the character.

Yang Yi was 20 percent sure that the person sitting in the passenger seat was a subordinate of Steve, and from the way the person turned his head to look back, his boss was sitting right behind.

What then?

There was no ’what then,’ after Yang Yi reached his current judgment, there was only one thing left to do.