Spy-x-War Showdown
Chapter 906 - 911: Give Me Another Helper

Chapter 906: Chapter 911: Give Me Another Helper

Paul placed the used phone in a metal can, then he picked up another phone but hesitated. "Boss, you’re deceiving Black Jack."

"Black Jack’s mind is too simple. Explaining too much to him is meaningless. Let’s deceive him for now. We can explain when we meet face to face. He will forgive me."

Paul was still hesitant. "But what if he feels deceived and gets even angrier?"

Brian shook his head. "No, he must be overjoyed right now. As long as he knows that I’m just a scapegoat, he will definitely forgive me. I understand him. Next."

Holding the phone, Paul pondered for a moment before speaking softly, "Maybe you should make the call. I really don’t know how to talk to them..."

Brian sighed. "Alright, it’s something we have to face eventually. Call Jackson. There’s hope with him."

Paul dialed the number and handed the phone to Brian. As he waited quietly for the call to go through, he spoke with an extremely pained voice, "I’m sorry! Brother, I’m sorry! I... Well, I don’t know what to say to you. I’m afraid I won’t have the chance to tell you again, so all I want to say to you is..."

First, he sighed deeply, then Brian choked up. "I’m sorry, Jackson. I’m sorry. No matter what has happened, I owe you an apology. Nothing can be salvaged now, and I’m ultimately guilty. Goodbye!"

"Wait, is that... Boss? Are you the Boss?"

"Yes, it’s me!" Brian said, choking up.

"I heard from the guys that you broke out of prison. I... What did you mean just now? No matter what happened? Do you mean there’s more to this? Boss, all I want to know now is what the hell is going on!"

Brian sighed deeply once more. "Jackson, just live well, survive. This mess is mine because I started it, and I will end it. It’s better that you don’t know. Just wait for the outcome. If I succeed, I hope all of you can clear your names. If I fail, then... act as if nothing ever happened."

"Wait, wait! I knew it would be like this. How could you betray us? Boss! Tell me what happened! Tell me! Fuck! Don’t leave me in unrest for the rest of my life. I’d rather die than not know the truth. Tell me!"

"It was Aaron..."

After a while, Brian hung up the phone and then stated resolutely, "Jackson’s curiosity is still as strong. Good. Now we have two people."

Paul exhaled a sigh of relief and whispered, "You still understand each of them. Alright, now we have two people. Who’s next? Burst? We need a point-man, and I think Burst is the most suitable. He’s always the first choice for a breach."

Brian rubbed his eyebrows. "Everyone willing to forgive me is precious. Anyone willing to give up their current life is precious. Moreover, you can’t always go by the order we used for the indoor combat team. The Organization of Water needs a support team now. It’s not okay to have only you as a reliable sniper. We also need a good machine gunner to cover our backs so we can breach in and have coverage for a safe retreat. Don’t forget, we are not the Pandora Box with backup anymore."

Paul thought for a bit but then said, "Still, let’s call Burst next, and then call Stone Statue."

Brian took the phone, and after a while, he said evenly, "Hey, Burst, it’s Brian."

"Boss? I knew you’d call me. I waited longer than I expected, but I knew it. Alright, what do you want to tell me?"

Just as Brian was about to speak, he heard a woman over the phone. "Darling, who’s calling this late?"

Brian swallowed what he was going to say and asked softly, "You’re married?"

"Yes, I got married, have three kids now, and I’m a plumber. The pay is okay."

"Oh, nothing. Actually, I have nothing to say. Maybe one day I’ll call you again to tell you what happened, but maybe not. It doesn’t matter though. You should live your life well, and also, I’m sorry."

"It’s okay, it’s all in the past. I’ve forgiven you already."

"Thank you, thank you so much. Let’s leave it at that. Goodbye, Burst."

After hanging up the phone, Brian let out a light sigh and whispered, "Next."

Paul whispered, "Why didn’t you tell Burst that Charles is dead? He and Charles were closest."

Brian responded softly, "Burst is married now, has three kids. Actually, despite his nickname being Burst, wasn’t he always the calmest one? Brave and composed, he’s a good operator."

"Yes, he was always the calmest. Alright, let’s not bother him anymore. Call Stone Statue?"

"Call Stone Statue."

Brian picked up the phone again, and after connecting, he said in a low voice, "Stone Statue, it’s Brian, your former captain. First off, I want to know if you’re willing to talk to me?"

"Speak."

"Do you have any attachments?"

"None."

"Then I’ll speak. Thank you for giving me this chance. I’ve been wronged, Stone Statue. I’m a traitor, but I haven’t betrayed anyone. Someone used me as a scapegoat, and I know who it is. I want to expose them."

"Who?"

"Aaron."

"Oh."

"Stone Statue, I need help. I can explain the details when we meet, but right now, I want to know if you’re willing to help me?"

"Okay."

Brian took a breath of relief and said, "Alright, reach Baghdad as quickly as you can, then call this number. I’ll be waiting there for you."

"Understood."

The call ended and Brian breathed a sigh of relief before saying to Paul, "We have a sniper now. How lucky. I really worried Stone Statue would say no."

Paul looked just as relieved. "Yeah, I was most unsure about Stone Statue. I thought he’d refuse, really, because I’ve always thought of Stone Statue as emotionless. No, he’s just without emotion. Didn’t you ask about his current profession?"

"Other than a Hunter, do you think he’d be doing anything else?"

"Eh, true. Stone Statue wouldn’t change his ways, a gun is his only true love. It’s incredible that Stone Statue agreed to come."

Brian smiled. "I thought he’d say no, and then I’d tell him we’d found a new gun god. Thankfully, that wasn’t necessary, he agreed without it. Very good, so who’s next?"

Being able to persuade Stone Statue made Brian extremely happy, very, very happy, but it seemed his and Paul’s luck had run out. The next two calls didn’t connect, and another person who they did reach flatly refused. Not everyone was sentimental; not everyone could forgive Brian.

Brian held the phone and said softly, "At least one more, to form a six-man combat team. Oh God, please give me one more helping hand!"