Spy-x-War Showdown
Chapter 933 - 938: The Way Out

Chapter 933: Chapter 938: The Way Out

The plane had landed, and Yang Yi and his party had arrived in Rome, with no need to queue and no thorough security checks. It only took about three hours from the time they received Justin’s call to their landing in Rome.

This efficiency was previously unimaginable. After experiencing the benefits of a private jet, if Yang Yi did not make full use of it, he would be foolish.

Yang Yi approached the two pilots, checked his watch, and then with a genuine smile asked, "Gentlemen, I have a question for you. How long will it take for you to be ready for takeoff again?"

The pilots exchanged glances, then the captain spoke in a deep voice, "About half an hour. We just need to refuel and do a basic check before we can take off again."

"That’s great, then may I ask you to wait for me at this airport? I’d like to take your plane back. What do you think?"

The pilot shook his head, "Sorry, we can’t wait here. We were supposed to fly to Iceland, where we’d pick up another person, then land in London. We’ve already undertaken an emergency flight mission and can’t ..."

"Two hundred thousand euros, I’ll pay two hundred thousand euros."

The pilots were taken aback. They looked at each other again, and one of them, with a bitter face, said, "Two hundred thousand euros ... but we can’t lose our jobs. We have to go to Iceland to pick up the client we’ve scheduled, so, unfortunately, we must hurry to Iceland to wait."

"How long will it take you to fly to Iceland?"

"Uh, if we take off from Frankfurt, it’s over four hours, but from here, it’s about seven hours. Then we’ll need a few hours for refueling and checks after landing in Reykjavik, and our time is very tight ..."

Yang Yi continued to smile and said, "Two hundred thousand euros for you to wait here for six hours, how about it? If I can make it in time, we can fly to Iceland together, and if I can’t, you’ll still get two hundred thousand US dollars. Do you think this deal is worth considering?"

"We’ll wait! Just six hours, right?"

It would be foolish to refuse such a deal, and the copilot agreed without hesitation; the captain almost didn’t hesitate either, nodding continuously after the copilot spoke. But he immediately added, "We don’t transport contraband, so you’ll have to go through security, but I can try to arrange something so you can board through the VIP lane, okay?"

"No problem. Please give me a phone number to contact you. I’ll pay half now, and the other half after we board. That’s it, thank you, guys."

Yang Yi got off the plane, and Anton approached him, asking, "Did you manage to negotiate?"

"Yes, they’ll wait for us for three hours. If we can’t pick up Justin and return here within six hours, then there’s no point in them waiting any longer. And if we don’t need to go to Iceland, paying these two hundred thousand US dollars as a backup escape plan is also worth it."

"To Iceland? Is that plane going to Iceland?"

"Yes, to Iceland, to Reykjavik."

"Such a desolate place, okay, we’ll see when the time comes."

Everyone spoke softly and quickly left the airport. It was only after leaving the airport that Yang Yi started making calls.

"Answer the phone, pick up, buddy, don’t get caught ... Hello! Where are you, I’ve arrived!"

The call connected, and Justin was very excited, "You’re here? That’s great! I’m at Hadrian’s Temple. Listen, buddy, you have to come quickly, they’ve already found my rough location, and I can’t hide for much longer!"

Yang Yi hung up the phone and said, "Near Hadrian’s Temple, quick! Hail a taxi!"

Often, taxis are the fastest way to get around, especially when you are in an unfamiliar city without knowing the local traffic conditions. Finding a somewhat unreliable old taxi driver is the fastest way, and this has nothing to do with driving skills, but with the taxi driver’s courage.

They stopped the first taxi, and Yang Yi said urgently, "Old Evil, Hans, and Brother Yong, the three of you get in!"

The first group he dispatched had to be the strongest, and Yang Yi instinctively chose Anton and Zhang Yong.

This operation was conducted without guns; nobody had a weapon. Yang Yi felt that the Magic Box Squadron should act in unison, so the combination of Anton, Zhang Yong, plus Hans was undoubtedly the strongest.

When the second taxi pulled up, Yang Yi had Kate and Xiao Ran get in the car. Their combination was the least conspicuous. If Kate had to apply makeup, if they needed to cover Justin’s escape, then these three would be the best combination.

"Go on your own, and act according to the situation."

Yang Yi said hastily, then sat in the passenger seat.

The driver, in his forties, sported a thick set of mutton chops, purely out of laziness rather than style, with oily but shiny black hair. Seeing Yang Yi sit in the passenger seat, he responded with a listless tone, "Where to?"

"Hadrian’s Temple, know where that is?"

"I know."

The driver didn’t look very energetic, and Yang Yi didn’t say much. He pulled out a stack of cash, there must have been a thousand euros, then held up the bills to the driver, "Take us there at your fastest speed. If you can get us there in ..."

Yang Yi looked at Xiao Ran. Xiao Ran checked her phone then whispered, "At least an hour and a half, there’s a lot of traffic, it’s far."

Yang Yi immediately said, "If you can get us there in forty minutes, I’ll give you a thousand euros, and if you can do it in thirty minutes, I’ll throw in another thousand! Cash, how about it?"

Yang Yi’s plan was if the driver said it was impossible, he’d reduce the time to within an hour; after all, half an hour was unlikely, but he was willing to set the bar a little higher.

The driver became serious, straightened his seat somewhat, then extended his hand, "Give me a thousand first, I guarantee we’ll arrive in forty minutes."

"No, you’ll get it when we arrive."

"No no no, my friend, you give me the money first. I’ll arrive on time, but what if you run away when we get there? So, give me the money first!"

Yang Yi didn’t hesitate much, he handed over half the money and then said in a serious tone, "I’ll give you the rest when we arrive. Here’s half to show my sincerity."

Kate looked to the side and urged, "Hurry up! They’re all ahead of us already."

Brian’s group had already taken off in the cars, while Yang Yi’s taxi was still stationary.

The driver took the money, counted it, and then said seriously to Yang Yi, "Buddy, you owe me fifteen hundred euros, now sit back, I’m about to drive."

The car shot out. On the road from the airport to downtown Rome, there weren’t many vehicles, but the taxi, with its less-than-superior vehicle performance, still managed to make the most of the airport road.

As the saying goes, it’s not the skill that’s key; it’s the experience and familiarity with the roads that matter. And this taxi driver was truly willing to risk it all.