Ultimate Firepower
Chapter 158 - 147: Feigning Compliance and Deception

Chapter 158: Chapter 147: Feigning Compliance and Deception

Plans never keep up with changes.

But if there was never a plan to begin with, one can naturally handle all changes calmly—that’s the essence of remaining unchanged to cope with myriad changes, with composure as the main strategy.

Now, running was essential, unquestionable.

But how to execute the escape was rather intricate, given the current situation, Gao Yi could only delay a little, but truly escaping from Saudi seemed somewhat challenging.

"I’m glad you made the correct decision. Our deputy director is personally handling this case. If you have any progress or need anything, you can contact the deputy director directly. Here is his phone number; please keep it."

The middle-aged man who came for Gao Yi handed over a business card. Gao Yi respectfully received it with both hands and then asked seriously, "May I ask if there are any other requirements, or anything else we must do?"

"The director Abdulla has told you all you need to do. Beyond that, there’s no need to explain anything to anyone, including me."

So lenient?

Gao Yi could hardly believe his ears, expressing his astonishment, "We don’t need to stay somewhere specific, or someone to follow us?"

Gao Yi couldn’t help but ask because he didn’t dare believe things would be so simple.

For instance, being watched by National Intelligence Bureau agents or having several people follow him, monitoring him until after he killed Harold and then silencing him—that would be normal. But now, with such lax oversight, he felt somewhat uneasy.

"Do I need to repeat myself?"

The middle-aged man was not very patient, speaking rather impatiently, "If there are no other questions, you can leave now, but you’d better hurry."

Gao Yi was stunned; he tentatively took two steps back and then, just as he was about to turn around, the middle-aged man suddenly said, "Don’t forget to take your guns with you, and don’t mention anything that happened here."

Feng Biao hadn’t brought his sniper rifle, and now someone thoughtfully reminded him not to forget his gun.

Are all these wealthy backers so generous?

The four of them walked slowly away from the mansion, arrived at the curb, and got into the car they had driven.

As the middle-aged man shooed them away, watching Gao Yi apparently dazed while getting into the car, he suddenly said, "I trust you’re a smart person, and smart people don’t make foolish choices, right?"

"Right, right, right, of course, our boss is very smart—50 million, we definitely know how to choose."

Feng Biao wasn’t nodding or bowing; his expression as he spoke seemed to say, "Such a simple matter, and you’re still talking about it—are you an idiot?" It was an expression hard for ordinary people to muster.

Get in the car, let’s go.

Once the car started moving, Gao Yi suddenly took a deep breath and then picked up his phone, hesitated for a moment, and finally pressed the dial button.

The call was to Harold, not the butler.

It took a bit longer this time, but the call finally connected.

Harold’s voice sounded tired as he murmured, "Why is it you, didn’t the butler tell you not to contact me?"

"He did, but..."

From Harold’s words and what the butler had said over the phone, Gao Yi sensed that Harold knew something had happened.

But whether Harold knew or not, Gao Yi felt he had to explain it again.

Returning a drop of water with a gushing spring—even if Gao Yi couldn’t repay in such a manner, even if Harold didn’t need him, it was still possible to give him a heads up.

"I was just taken in by the National Intelligence Bureau; Abdulla Hariri, the deputy director showed up, but he openly admitted that he was acting under Shaman’s orders, now they’re offering 50 million dollars to either have me kill you or to frame you for hiring me to kill Fesari."

Harold’s voice was low and angry.

"Are you informing me then, so what’s your choice?"

Harold believed it was normal for Gao Yi to choose to accuse him or accept the 50 million-dollar bounty, hence his displeasure.

But he guessed wrong.

"I said I could accept the task to kill you, but I said ’could,’ not that I accepted, so I didn’t choose anything."

Even an Assassin needs credibility; even if deceitful, Gao Yi left loopholes in his words—he hadn’t sealed his statement or made a clear commitment.

It was just that Abdulla didn’t catch on.

After explaining his choice, Gao Yi continued, "I was worried you wouldn’t know your situation, so I had to call you, but I’m definitely not going to kill you. What we need to do now is run, escape this country."

Harold was deeply moved and spoke gravely, "You did well! Such a time and you still remembered to call me, I’m very touched."

"Alright, we need to start escaping now, goodbye."

"Wait, how are you planning to leave?"

"We..."

Gao Yi thought about it and said, "Don’t know, but the National Intelligence Bureau hasn’t stationed people to watch us, I’m not sure if someone else is monitoring, but I think we should be able to escape."

"You won’t be able to escape on your own; I’ll find a way to help you leave."

"Okay, thanks."

"I’ll let you know when I have a plan, I’m too busy now, so that’s it."

The call ended.

Gao Yi looked at Wind Vane and said, "What do you think of the situation now? Forget it, don’t answer that."

Asking Wind Vane was pointless; better to ask Feng Biao.

Of course, Gao Yi trusted Lin Xianghua more, but Lin was rather inflexible and not very quick-witted, not dumb, but certainly not full of cunning and deceit.

So, it was better to discuss these matters with Feng Biao.

Feng Biao was different; he was oily and slick, full of sweet words and sycophancy.

Crucially, just hearing his nickname ’Wind Vane’ you’d know, not only is he slippery, but he also has a keen sense of danger, particularly adept at dodging danger and avoiding crises. As a mercenary, he might not be trusted, but as an assassin, based on his ability to make incredibly accurate shots when safe and then quickly get away, that was a very valuable skill.

Now was the time to run, and it was time for Feng Biao to demonstrate his special talent.

Gao Yi picked up the walkie-talkie but felt it wasn’t suitable, so he just pulled over to the roadside.

Feng Biao and Lin Xianghua also stopped.

The three of them walked to the side of the road, a talking spot decided on the spur of the moment would certainly not be bugged.

"Old Feng, Ah Gui, I currently have one question."

Gao Yi thought about how to phrase his question and then asked perplexedly, "I haven’t dealt with Middle Eastern people much, I really don’t understand their personality; just to ask, are all Middle Eastern people like this?"

"Not at all."

Feng Biao immediately perked up, looking like a veteran, confidently said, "Iraqis and Saudis have completely different personalities. Iraqis are very sly, but the Saudis..."

After a thought, Feng Biao said earnestly, "Saudis are wealthy, but Saudis are, well...not dumb, just treating money casually. For a task you think needs ten thousand, they are happy to give a million, so why get irritated?"

"Stay on point."

Lin Xianghua sternly said, "From what I know, Saudi’s thinking is simple: good is good, bad is bad. If they think you’re good, they’ll give you everything; if they think you’re bad, they won’t even bother talking to you."

Feng Biao nodded, "It’s just that they’re too wealthy and don’t bother with ineffective socializing. They just live more self-contained and whimsical lives."

Gao Yi exhaled and said, "If that’s the case, I can understand Abdulla’s style; essentially, he thinks that once he states something, it’s decreed, like offering 50 million, and if we accept, then the issue is settled."

Feng Biao immediately said, "Exactly—Saudis are easy to trick; really, they get fooled easily. If a problem can be solved with money, they won’t concoct schemes, though truth be told, for 50 million dollars to kill someone you can approach... mostly no one would refuse."

"I refused."

Feng Biao immediately said gravely, "Boss is honorable! Pure and noble, I really admire you, one in a million who..."

Flattery was coming; no need to let Feng Biao finish, or it would be a long speech.

"So, you’re saying Abdulla really thinks I’ll go kill Harold, he had no precautions."

"Yes, it seems he never imagined you would deceive him."

Gao Yi nodded, and Lin Xianghua suddenly said, "Actually, I think using the idiom ’feign compliance’ would be better."

Gao Yi and Feng Biao looked at Lin Xianghua.

Feng Biao blinked, "What?"

Gao Yi thought about it, there wasn’t such an idiom, so he asked perplexedly, "What ’only one’?"

"Feign compliance, uh, just feign compliance."

Gao Yi and Feng Biao looked enlightened, then Lin Xianghua said a bit helplessly but also proudly, "Many people think this word is pronounced ’she’, actually it’s ’yi’, meaning..."

Feng Biao grew impatient and said, "That’s where you’re wrong. At such a critical moment, why show off pronunciations of ’she’ and ’yi’."

Lin Xianghua was at a loss for words, Gao Yi nodded and said, "Hmm, back on topic. The Prince said he would help us leave, but I’m not completely at ease. I fear that while we are sincere, others might play cunning tricks, like pretending to help us leave but planning to lure us and silence us, is that possible?"

Feng Biao laughed, "If it were someone else, I’d definitely be worried, but a prince, especially a ridiculously wealthy one, then you can

be at ease. He wouldn’t use such complex schemes against you, so be assured, he genuinely intends to help us escape."

Gao Yi nodded, feeling more reassured.

Since Wind Vane said so, then it must be fine.

Just then, Feng Biao whispered, "Speaking of escaping, I do have an idea, not only could we smoothly escape, but we could also take the Prince with us."

Gao Yi was delighted, "Quick, tell me!"