Spy-x-War Showdown
Chapter 913 - 918 The Gun Cannot Be Thrown Away

Chapter 913: Chapter 918 The Gun Cannot Be Thrown Away

Yang Yi had already subdued two bodyguards. He pulled the pistol, still under his control, from his hand and tossed it to Zhang Yong, who was walking out of the cabin.

Zhang Yong caught the pistol thrown by Yang Yi, then without looking back, he lobbed it over his shoulder. After pulling out another pistol from the waistband of each of the two bodyguards he had taken down, he held one in his hand while tossing the other toward the Stone Statue.

The Stone Statue reached out to catch the gun, but it slipped through his hands, struck his chest, and then fell to the ground.

Next to the Stone Statue, Paul bent down, scooped his hand, and caught the pistol that was about to hit the floor.

Barbosa’s bodyguards were all incapacitated, and as for Barbosa, he sat still on the sofa.

Yang Yi snatched the phone from Barbosa’s hand and threw it to Brian. Then, with a swift pull on his wrist and a couple of wraps around with his hands, he strangled Barbosa’s neck with a thin line.

Brian held a pistol in his hand, Paul had one too, as did Zhang Yong and Anton.

Now it was no longer Barbosa and Mughal’s bodyguards who held the guns.

"Don’t move, everyone stay still."

Anton began to speak. He looked at Mughal’s few bodyguards, lifted Mughal up by the hair to shield his body, and with the gun in the other hand, nudged it forward slightly, saying, "It’s in your best interest not to move, or it won’t be just your boss who dies."

Yang Yi exerted a bit more force, and Barbosa’s mouth opened wide as he struggled, his hands trying to tear away the thing strangling his neck. But the thin line had already cut into the flesh, making it impossible for him to grab.

Yang Yi hadn’t brought his knife, but his watch always contained several strands of ultra-high molecular weight polyethylene fiber, which Bass had once almost used to sever his neck. Now, those filaments were coming into play.

Barbosa, who had gasped for air, mumbled something indistinctly.

Yang Yi loosened his hands slightly.

Barbosa breathed more easily, and then Yang Yi whispered in his ear, "Don’t move, or I will cut your neck."

The two bodyguards who had been greeted by Zhang Yong were already out of breath, but the two bodyguards Yang Yi had taken down were still struggling.

The Stone Statue looked around and then picked up an RPG launcher. It had no rocket, only the launcher.

"Don’t throw the guns! They could go off!"

The Stone Statue rarely spoke, but now he seemed very annoyed, so he spoke a bit more.

Holding the empty launcher, the Stone Statue approached the two bodyguards lying on the ground, still breathing. He swung the launcher down furiously.

After a muffled ’thud,’ the Stone Statue wiped the blood off his face with his hand, then swung the launcher again.

Two crushing blows left the heads of the two bodyguards smashed like rotten melons. The Stone Statue then tossed the launcher onto the ground.

The Stone Statue, still unsatisfied, glared at Zhang Yong with a furious expression, saying, "Gun! Don’t throw!"

Zhang Yong, looking utterly baffled, replied, "It’s my fault you can’t catch? Why can they all catch but not you? Clearly, that’s your problem, isn’t it?"

The Stone Statue just glared viciously at Zhang Yong, who turned his head to face Brian and said with confusion, "Hey, what’s wrong with your guy? How did you train him? Did I throw it too fast? It was definitely him who couldn’t catch and dropped the gun, wasn’t it? How did you train him?"

Brian, with a helpless expression, said, "Stop, now is not the time for this!"

Yang Yi also added, "Hey, can we focus on the matter at hand, please?"

Zhang Yong waved his hand dismissively, then he pointed his gun at Mughal’s bodyguards and said with irritation, "What are you looking at? Raise your hands! Get down, put your hands on your head, and do as I say if you don’t want your brains smashed in!"

Finally, Barbosa managed to speak, his hands not daring to move, he gasped and said, "What are you trying to do?"

What is there to say, the plan hadn’t progressed to this step yet.

Anton had already coaxed out part of the story earlier. After resolving to take action here, Anton began probing, and it turned out that Barbosa indeed had joined forces with Nicholas, so it seemed there was nothing left to ask.

Unless it was to ask if Barbosa was willing to work with Jethro.

But given the current situation, well, even if Barbosa said he would work with Jethro, it wouldn’t matter. This wasn’t a scene conducive to negotiations because whatever Barbosa said could no longer be trusted.

To coerce Barbosa?

What means could be used to keep Barbosa from resisting, to weirdly align with Jethro from now on instead of siding with Nicholas?

It seemed any tactic would require time, which meant it was better to just kill Barbosa and support a new person in his place.

Yang Yi sighed, then released one hand.

Just as the tightness around Barbosa’s neck suddenly eased and before he had a chance to say anything, Yang Yi quickly pulled his left hand.

The thin ultra-high molecular weight polyethylene fiber sliced through half of Barbosa’s neck, and blood gushed out as his artery was severed. The wound was very tiny, so the blood jetted out far under high pressure.

Blood sprayed directly onto Stone Statue’s face.

Stone Statue wiped his face with his hand, then he stepped back two paces and muttered lowly, "Shit."

Seeing Yang Yi ask nothing and directly slit Barbosa’s throat, Mughal’s legs went soft, so Anton had no choice but to let go of Mughal’s hair and grab his clothes to lift him back up.

Grabbing hair would make the hands ache.

Yang Yi held out his left hand, and with his right hand, he picked up a lighter from the coffee table in front of Barbosa, burned off the pulled thread, and walked towards Mughal.

Standing in front of Mughal and giving him a once-over, Yang Yi suddenly said, "Your supplier is dead."

Mughal’s teeth were chattering; he stared fixedly at Yang Yi and said, "Don’t... don’t..."

Yang Yi waved his hand and continued, "Your supplier is dead, so find a new one. Now that Deyo is dead and Barbosa is dead, what do you think about getting supplies from Jethro?"

Mughal suddenly stopped trembling, just staring blankly at Yang Yi and then, incredulously, he said, "Jethro?"

Yang Yi waved his hand, and Anton let go of Mughal, pushed him to sit on the couch, and even straightened Mughal’s clothes for him.

Mughal looked at Anton, then back at Yang Yi, and said again, "Jethro?"

"Yes, Jethro. How about taking over the entire Middle East market? Want to consider it? Look, Deyo is dead, and so is Barbosa. Since Jethro will replace Deyo’s position, naturally, someone has to fill Barbosa’s shoes, and I think you’re suitable."

Mughal tugged at his shirt, then with a look of amazement, he said, "You’re not going to kill me?"

"If I wanted to kill you, you’d be dead already, so I’m asking very sincerely, do you want the entire Middle East market?"

Mughal shivered and then shouted, "Yes! Why wouldn’t I? Of course I want it!"