Spy-x-War Showdown
Chapter 877 - 882 - s Lightly

Chapter 877: 882 Chapters Lightly

Yang Yi now had only one thing he could do.

He had to intercept that car, and take a huge gamble.

Yang Yi had an excellent memory; he was a genius who always won at cards. However, he won because he was a genius, not because his gambling skills were particularly sophisticated.

Even though Yang Yi was a genius, his mathematical talent and memory did not guarantee victory against seasoned gamblers, just as he and Boer, both geniuses, couldn’t win against Anton who cheated.

Therefore, Yang Yi never liked gambling, because there was no certainty of winning. If the stakes were money, Yang Yi could still gamble because he could afford to lose money. But when the stakes were life and fate, Yang Yi absolutely did not want to gamble.

But this time, Yang Yi had to take a gamble and stake the fate of the Organization of Water on a big play.

If he succeeded, he would soar; if he failed, he would lose his chance to get Steve forever.

The Organization of Water was also performing communication control, but now, Yang Yi gently tapped his ear and then spoke in a deep voice, "A bulletproof Mercedes just turned right out the door, act now, stop it!"

With that command, there was no turning back.

What were the chances Steve was in that car? After considering all the clues, Yang Yi concluded there was a 30% possibility—too few usable clues, but a 30% chance was enough for him to go all in.

Let’s do it!

A Mercedes drove out, but to Yang Yi’s surprise, three more cars followed. If the individual in the Mercedes was indeed Steve, then the people in the cars behind were now out of touch with him.

Another new development—what were these cars doing here?

Yang Yi began to doubt his judgment, but when he saw those three cars speeding out, he thought of another possibility.

The Mercedes was driving too fast, and then the three cars also sped off.

Why the rush?

Yang Yi had no answer, but his resolve to act solidified.

"Three cars have followed, probably bodyguards... Act now! Be careful!"

After saying this, Yang Yi quickened his pace back, then urgently said, "Blade Queen, connect with me."

Brian had already received Yang Yi’s notification; he didn’t know who was in the car they were intercepting, but he had his orders.

Brian’s face contorted as he fiercely said into the radio, "Assault team, prepare to intercept. Holy Water, Old Demon, follow me, let’s catch them!"

As soon as Brian finished speaking, he heard another update from Yang Yi, then he continued, "Three cars have followed, Gambler, take your team and isolate the cars following."

After that, Brian spoke to Paul, "Assault team, once you stop the car, you’re responsible for disabling its mobility."

Paul nodded, then picked up a tube.

Meanwhile, in another car, Zhang Yong calmly said, "Guys..."

As everyone waited for Zhang Yong to say something, he simply sighed and then said in a stern voice, "Act now!"

The Mercedes was speeding fast, and then on the inevitable route out of Fera Corner, two vans and the Mercedes came toward each other.

Brian was at the roadside, sitting in a car parked by the road, all four people with hands on the handles.

The Mercedes approached, the two vans also arrived, then the van in the lead suddenly swerved to block the road.

The Mercedes sharply decelerated, but its front still crashed into the van.

The bulletproof limousine was heavy and fast. Although it had slowed down, the momentum still caused the van it hit to roll onto the road.

Another van completed its turn and blocked the rear of the Mercedes bulletproof car.

Four people had been waiting by the roadside and now sprinted toward the Mercedes, covering the thirty-meter distance in a blink of an eye.

No one fired at the car; since it was bulletproof, shooting was pointless.

Four men jumped out of the van that was blocking the Mercedes.

Zhang Yong leaped from the van and waved his hand, leading Sergei, Roman, and Vitali away from the bulletproof car. Each of them carried a rocket launcher and spread out to the sides.

The bulletproof car was Brian and Anton’s responsibility.

Paul held a tube, rushed to the side of the bulletproof car, placed the tube on the hood, and then quickly stepped aside. Immediately, the tube exploded with a loud bang, the recoil blasting it who knows where, but a small hole appeared in the hood of the Mercedes.

The bulletproof limousine completely stalled.

McDonald held a square metal frame, which he stuck on the roof of the car and then stepped back. Following another loud bang, a square hole appeared right above the driver’s head.

The roof was blown open, and the severed roof would only crush down on the driver’s head.

The driver was dead, his brain splattered, a gruesome death.

The passenger beside him was unscathed; he just held his head and screamed desperately.

Anton, with agility that belied his appearance, jumped onto the roof, then climbed through the hole just big enough for him.

There was a person on the backseat, his face full of terror.

Anton opened the car door himself.

No need to tell the person inside to open the door. Brian and Anton had a similar habit; they preferred doing things themselves.

Brian pulled open the car door, yanked a middle-aged man from the backseat, then threw him aside, while Paul grabbed the man’s arm, clasped his neck with his right hand, and dragged him to a car parked nearby.

While completing this step, Zhang Yong finally spoke.

"Fire!"

Four rocket launchers were shot simultaneously, one vehicle was hit by the rockets, lost control, and crashed into the roadside, the other two vehicles weren’t hit due to their high speed.

Having discarded the rocket launchers, Zhang Yong picked up his rifle tucked under his arm and called out, "Shoot!"

A machine gun and three automatic rifles opened fire, riddling two cars with holes.

At that time, Anton climbed out from the roof again. He then pulled open the passenger door, waved a knife to cut the seat belt, and pulled the passenger down, dragging him to the side of a parked car. He gave a heavy tap on the neck of the man he was dragging, then opened the trunk and threw the man inside.

Brian shook his head and said, "Retreat!"

Paul, holding the middle-aged man hostage, and Brian quickly drove off in the car.

In another vehicle, Anton buckled up and started the engine, waiting for McDonald to close the door before flooring the accelerator to drive off.

McDonald, dissatisfied, said, "Slow down, steady, going too fast makes me nauseous."

On the other side, after Zhang Yong emptied the second magazine and waved his hand, the four of them immediately turned and ran back.

Chris had just climbed out from the upside-down door; he broke the front window of the rolled van and pulled out Rodriguez, who was trying to crawl out. As he passed by, Zhang Yong said in a deep voice, "Retreat!"