Ultimate Firepower
Chapter 145 - 135 Number One Master

Chapter 145: Chapter 135 Number One Master

Fesari’s villa truly had no surveillance; after all, after years of wrongdoing, how could he leave behind evidence of his crimes?

In the bounty Fesari issued, there were no actual likenesses of Gao Yi and his group, just portraits drawn based on descriptions.

The portraits were very realistic, with at least an eighty percent resemblance, but the image of Gao Yi displayed a murderous aura, likely Fesari’s deepest impression of him.

Fortunately, the portrait included three people: Gao Yi, Luca, and Peter.

However, the bounty specified one point in particular: Gao Yi must be captured alive for the mission, worth two hundred million dollars, to be considered complete.

This showed just how deeply Fesari hated Gao Yi.

Money really could do anything; money was indeed powerful.

Being worth a bounty of two hundred million US dollars, when Gao Yi and his group were deemed so valuable, many things changed.

Originally, Gao Yi and his associates had been staying in the Green Zone, in a place arranged by the Secret Action Bureau, but with the bounty issued, even the Green Zone had become unsafe.

The CIA was also in the Green Zone, as were Department of Homeland Security personnel, and even people from the Pentagon or the Secret Action Bureau might be tempted by the bounty.

Baghdad is usually the safest place, but with the bounty of two hundred million dollars announced, it truly felt like there was no place under heaven that could guarantee safety.

There was no choice but to leave the Green Zone and try to find a hiding place before the news spread too widely.

And now, who could they trust?

Initially, they had planned to hire Feng Biao as a sniper, but with this situation, how could they dare use someone they barely knew?

"Wind Vane can’t be used anymore; he’s unreliable."

Luca looked distressed as he whispered, "Forget about long-range sniping. Anyone who has seen us is unsafe now, including that nun."

If Wind Vane saw the bounty, he might recognize Gao Yi, and if the nun saw the bounty, she might sort of recognize him too.

Gao Yi wasn’t fully exposed; he wouldn’t easily be recognized by strangers, but in front of people he had some familiarity with, it was easy for them to associate him with the bounty.

Only policemen talk about evidence. For an assassin, suspicion alone is enough.

Revenge Blade was an assassin organization; they would definitely see the bounty on the Dark Web. Even if the nun had never seen Gao Yi’s real face, the portrait in the bounty wasn’t a perfect reproduction, so a resemblance of fifty to sixty percent was problematic.

Gao Yi sighed deeply and said, "Your involvement wouldn’t help, find a safe place to hide. Lin Xianghua and I are enough."

Being with Luca only doubled their risk. Separated, the visibility of two Chinese faces together would greatly decrease.

Luca silently nodded, whispering, "Yes, we’d better split up, but just the two of you trying to take down Fesari is too difficult."

With relationships in Baghdad unusable, the key problem was they couldn’t even dare get on a US Army plane. Who knew if someone at the Air Force Base might recognize Gao Yi, and once they were in Fesari’s territory, if anyone thought Gao Yi resembled the person in the bounty, it would basically mean their doom.

What could two people possibly do?

Gao Yi felt helpless too.

Lin Xianghua was just there to coordinate and cover; letting him mix with Fesari’s circles wasn’t more effective than Gao Yi doing it himself.

Fesari financed his own needs, while Gao Yi crowdfunded. Each employed their own methods, but obviously, the wealthier Fesari had the upper hand.

With no helpers to find or trust, the situation was unsolvable.

Lin Xianghua couldn’t bear it anymore and whispered, "Otherwise, let the Secret Action Bureau help us; they’re the only ones who can now."

Gao Yi and Luca both looked disapprovingly at Lin Xianghua, and then Luca said irritably, "Better if you don’t speak."

However, Gao Yi was very patient, explaining with resignation, "That’s impossible. The Secret Action Bureau can protect us, but they absolutely wouldn’t participate in assassinating Fesari. They wouldn’t risk a single agent."

"Why, when Peter is also involved?"

"Because the Secret Action Bureau is an official body. If they got involved, it would mean friction between countries. The problem is that the Secret Action Bureau doesn’t genuinely represent the interests of the United States. In the face of annual trade worth hundreds of billions of dollars, and with a national conflict involving one of the strategic pillars in the Middle East, do you think anyone would protect the Secret Action Bureau? If they were finished, what about us?"

Gao Yi had mixed in the Underworld, but he had some access to keyboard politics, giving him at least a little understanding of these high-level international situations. In contrast, Lin Xianghua seemed really unaware of these relationships.

So after explaining, Gao Yi couldn’t help saying, "Don’t you ever go online? Even reading comments would give you some sense of the stakes here."

Lin Xianghua sheepishly lowered his head, saying, "I don’t look at those things online."

Luca said irritably, "Enough of these useless talks. I’m going to disguise myself and leave Baghdad. We should split up given the current situation. We can’t afford to back down now, Falke, I really have completely no plan. I genuinely don’t know what to do."

Gao Yi coolly said, "If there’s no way, don’t think about it. Let’s get into Saudi first. Opportunities aren’t just waited for; maybe once we get there, an opportunity will naturally arise."

Luca, pointing angrily at Gao Yi, exclaimed, "There you go again! Acting rashly! I’m begging you, can’t you be more cautious? We... we... Isn’t it good to stay alive? Luck can’t hold every time. Can’t you consider the issue with a professional assassin’s mindset? If you die, then... then the Garden is completely finished. Aren’t all the money we made for nothing?"

After speaking, Luca, overwhelmed with grief, swung his arm dramatically and said, "Falke! I’ll distract their attention. I’m also listed in the bounty. I’ll find a place to deliberately expose myself, drawing all the attention to me, and then you can use your hammer to smash Fesari’s skull!"

Gao Yi frowned and said, "Intentional exposure? Intentional exposure could lead to death!"

Luca shouted angrily, "I’d rather die sooner than see you get riddled with bullets wielding a hammer. I’d prefer to die early than die in despair."

Facing the immense pressure, it seemed like he was barely holding on, but since Luca was willing to use himself as bait, Gao Yi couldn’t call him a coward.

Perhaps this was simply resignation.

"Why are you so agitated? Relax. There will be roads when it comes to mountains, and bridges when it comes to boats. What about us two, why so desperate?"

Luca, looking utterly despairing, said, "I have no idea how to fight against a multi-billionaire, plus we are being targeted with a bounty. Two hundred million dollars, two hundred! If Fesari would just give me two hundred million, I’d blow my own head off in front of him. Two hundred million—we’ll be killed a hundred times before we kill him. Do you even understand the power of capital?"

At that moment, Luca’s phone rang.

Intending to self-destruct due to despair, Luca glanced at it. He just looked once, and then, dancing frantically, he immediately stopped and whispered, "Oh, it’s the account they’re transferring money to."

Luca opened the private message, and then he saw a sentence.

"You have a bounty of two hundred million dollars on your heads, so how are you doing?"

Luca looked at Gao Yi, lifting his phone weakly, and said, "You reply to the message. I really don’t know what to say."

Gao Yi took the phone, looked at the private message, and then replied, "Things aren’t great, but we won’t give up."

This was the attention of the Number One Master.

Although not the top donor, the Number One Master had contributed significantly because he had sent over without any conditions, transferring almost fifteen million instead of the promised ten million. Wasn’t that better than ranking second with the promise of twenty million, which required eliminating Fesari to be paid?

Gao Yi’s reply was to give the Number One Master some confidence. He couldn’t say they were already in disarray and couldn’t work anymore.

Then, another private message from the Number One Master arrived.

"Fesari offering two hundred million dollars to kill you will make your situation very challenging, I can imagine. You must feel like everyone wants that two hundred million dollars, so you can’t trust anyone."

The Number One Master was considerate, and Gao Yi felt touched as he replied.

"Yes, but rest assured, the more challenging it gets, the more we need to eliminate Fesari."

It was not only about expressing confidence but also identifying the reality that, in order to survive, they truly needed to take down Fesari—it was a fight to the death.

The third private message:

"If there’s anyone in this world who truly doesn’t care about two hundred million dollars, it would be me. So right now, I am the only one you can trust."

Gao Yi was astounded; he guessed the Number One Master’s intentions, invigorating him immediately.

"There will be a plane to pick you up and take you to Abu Dhabi. Fesari can only control his private territory, but he cannot control the entire country. You come, and I will deliver you right to Fesari’s doorstep."

The Number One Master was reliable. Gao Yi’s mouth dropped open, and just as he was about to reply, another message from the Number One Master appeared.

"I can deposit two hundred million dollars in the Dark Web to prove my financial capability. You are safe; the Dark Web will send the money back to me. If anything happens to you under my watch, the money goes to the Dark Web. So, do you dare to come?"

Gao Yi abruptly shut his mouth and then rapidly replied, "We’ll come! We’re coming right away!"

Fesari was a big boss, immensely wealthy.

But there were plenty of people who wanted Fesari dead, and there were many richer than him.

What if someone wealthier than Fesari decided to assist?

Then the opportunity had just arrived.