Spy-x-War Showdown
Chapter 972 - 977 Everything is Easy to Handle

Chapter 972: Chapter 977 Everything is Easy to Handle

That must be considered a perk of being a CIA agent, of course, only those with the authority to access classified information would enjoy such conveniences.

Yang Yi entered Clint’s name, his position as a guard at Pelican Bay Prison, and the mass breakout at Pelican Bay Prison. With just a few keywords, he immediately found Clint’s information.

Yang Yi also found his own name, the name he had once used, that Benjamin Park, but the photo was not his, it was the real Benjamin Park.

Looking at the file, Yang Yi felt quite disoriented. Those were his actions, but the photo was of another person. This feeling... it was simply fantastic!

But speaking of Clint, Yang Yi’s mood soured.

Clint had indeed become implicated.

Clint had even been investigated for a long time as a possible accomplice in the prison break, at least for half a year. He had been interrogated by the FBI seventeen times, and in addition, the CIA had conducted a year-long surveillance of his communications. Every call he made or email he sent was monitored and reviewed by dedicated personnel.

The file didn’t specify whom Clint helped escape because the name Brian was classified, a secret so deep that Yang Yi in his current status had no right to know.

Having been investigated by the FBI for half a year and under CIA surveillance for one year, the CIA pretty much knew Clint’s every move. Of course, if it weren’t for Brian, Clint wouldn’t have received such high-level attention. But since Brian was also one of the escapees, the CIA naturally had a significant interest.

Because the information was so detailed, Yang Yi knew Clint was in a bad situation. He had lost his job, and as a disgraced guard with a poor work record, frequent subpoenas made it impossible for him to find new employment, at least he could no longer work as a prison guard nor a police officer.

Clint first sold his car, his prized Chevrolet Camaro. He had children to support and a mortgage to pay, and after a long period without income, relying solely on his wife’s salary, they couldn’t make ends meet, and he eventually sold his car.

As for what happened to Clint afterwards, that remained unknown, since the CIA had only monitored him for a year.

To continue investigating Clint would be a bit more troublesome, but it was merely a matter of lifting a finger. However, Yang Yi didn’t intend to investigate further; there was no point. He turned his attention to the information on the others who had escaped with him.

Chris was still a wanted fugitive, as were Hank, Gweil, and Rodriguez. All of them were on the wanted list.

It seemed that they needed to expedite the process, to clear Chris’s fugitive status sooner so that he could return to the United States.

Yang Yi shut down the computer, stood up from his desk, and went to knock on Walter’s door.

Walter was processing some documents and asked Yang Yi to wait a moment before speaking with a troubled expression, "I have to work overtime today, though it won’t be for long. Is there something you need?"

Yang Yi said in a low voice, "Isn’t it about time I got an assistant?"

The so-called assistant, of course, was someone to keep a close watch on Yang Yi, as Walter couldn’t always personally be the monitor.

Walter shook his head and said, "You shouldn’t come to me for that. Is there anything else?"

"Can I choose my own assistant or recruit my own staff, right?"

Walter said without hesitation, "Choosing an assistant within the agency requires caution and review. As for recruiting your own staff, of course, you can."

Yang Yi nodded, then quietly said, "I need to take a trip to Los Angeles tomorrow."

Walter hesitated for a moment before nodding, "All right, do you need me to book the flight for you?"

There was no need for Walter to help book the flight. If Yang Yi went to Los Angeles on official business, he would only be able to fly economy class. But if he booked the ticket himself, he would certainly opt for first class.

The next morning, Yang Yi boarded the flight with a gun for the first time, as he had a special firearms permit.

Paying for a first-class ticket was no issue for him, but it wouldn’t compromise Yang Yi’s identity as a CIA agent; aside from Air Force One, he could board any plane with a gun.

The flight from Washington to Los Angeles was no short jaunt, so once he arrived in Los Angeles, Yang Yi decided to stay for the night.

There wasn’t much time to spare; he had to report to a CIA training camp soon.

Bright and early the next day, Yang Yi headed straight to the largest used car market in Los Angeles, where he found the biggest vintage car dealership.

"Hello, how can I assist you?"

"I need a 1970 Chevrolet Camaro in good condition."

"A 1970 model, I’m sorry, would another year be acceptable?"

Yang Yi shook his head and said, "Only a 1970 Camaro will do, price is no object, but I need to drive it today. Can you make it happen?"

Why bother going through the trouble of searching on his own? With enough money spent at the right place and with the right people, the rest was easy.

These past two days, Yang Yi had developed a taste for both spending money and buying cars.

"Please, take a seat and have a coffee while you wait. I’ll immediately start looking for your 1970 Camaro!"

Finding a vintage car was all about fate; they’re not something you can just buy on a whim, especially when most well-maintained classics belong to collectors, and securing a specific model from a specific year on short notice was really not easy.

The employees at the shop, from the owner to the attendants, were all bustling with activity.

Even though it was a car dealership, and a well-known large one in Los Angeles at that, the shop only had five people, including the owner, and now all five were busy making calls.

They called other vintage car dealerships to inquire about the availability of the vehicles, they called acquaintances to check if any collectors were willing to part with theirs—anything of that sort.

Finally, after nearly half an hour, the owner came up to Yang Yi, a look of joy on his face, and said, "We’ve found one. The owner is an old acquaintance of mine. He has a 1970 Camaro in excellent condition, and if the price is right, he is willing to sell."

"Great, get in touch with the owner and ask him to make an offer."

"There’s a slight issue—the car is in San Francisco."

"I need to be able to drive it away today."

The owner seemed rather troubled, but just then, an attendant who had been on the phone approached briskly and said to the owner, "I’ve found another one, it’s just..."

"Just what?"

Yang Yi and the owner asked in unison, and the attendant shrugged and said, "He’s asking for ninety-nine thousand US dollars, not a cent less. But I know he acquired it for forty-two thousand, we did the inspection, remember?"

The owner had a look of realization and said, "I remember, nearly a hundred thousand dollars, that markup is a bit high. A fair price for that car would be between seventy and eighty thousand dollars."

Without hesitation, Yang Yi said, "I’ll take it, please go ahead and buy it for me, as long as you think the condition’s fine. Including your fee, how much do I owe you?"

"Ten percent of the car price."

Immediately, Yang Yi said, "Deal. Go get the car from the collector."