Ultimate Firepower
Chapter 199 - 187: Face

Chapter 199: Chapter 187: Face

Gao Yi ended the struggle at that moment, and a gun barrel from Lucy reached over.

Lucy heard the noise. She heard the gunfire and knew something was wrong because Gao Yi had emphasized many times that no one in front of him could shoot.

So, Lucy decisively moved her position, continuing to threaten the remaining bodyguards in the living room with one gun while aiming the other gun at the man Gao Yi had just killed.

From hearing the gunfire to rushing over to support Gao Yi, it had not even been a few seconds, but in this brief moment, Lucy still hadn’t caught up.

It was that quick. Life and death hung by a thread, and it wasn’t just empty words.

Lucy only glanced over and saw that Gao Yi was putting his hammer back in place, then she once again aimed her gun at the bodyguards in the living room.

Gao Yi stood up with some difficulty.

Although it was only a few short seconds, although it was only an instant, Gao Yi had erupted with all his strength.

And it was the Heart Power spent, so Gao Yi felt somewhat tired.

"Awesome!"

Just as Gao Yi stood up, a loud roar suddenly erupted from behind him, scaring him so much he almost swung his hammer back.

He turned around and looked back.

Mu Tianwen was still sitting in his chair; in fact, a few people were all sitting in their chairs. While Gao Yi had been entangled under the table, none of these people had even thought about getting up and fleeing, and everything was already over.

Mu Tianwen stared blankly, trembling as he looked at Gao Yi with his mouth wide open, exclaiming, "Holy shit! Awesome!"

At this moment, all proverbs, all idioms vanished from his mind, and a myriad of words were reduced to one phrase, "Holy shit."

All praise condensed into two words.

Awesome.

It must be said that Mu Tianwen indeed grasped the essence of the Chinese language, not just capable of spouting idioms.

Mu Tianwen stood there stupefied, while the remaining four robed bigwigs were scared silly.

The owner of the villa stood up dumbstruck. He looked at the body at the other end, trembling as he said something Gao Yi couldn’t understand.

Gao Yi looked toward Mu Tianwen. Mu Tianwen shivered and said, "He said... you actually killed Naaoi."

Gao Yi still held a hammer in one hand; this time, he didn’t need to run over. Holding the hammer, he simply walked over, grabbed the host by the neck, and, not very quickly, walked towards the living room.

Gao Yi pushed the host in front of Lucy, who extended a hand with a gun aimed at the host’s head.

The host said with a trembling voice, "Put down the gun!"

By now, Gao Yi had achieved all his objectives.

Lucy fired, killing several bodyguards in the living room, thereby intimidating the remaining ones. Gao Yi entered the dining room, took control of the few ’fat sheep’ there.

The only surprise was that the CIA agents were unexpectedly strong, but not surprisingly, Gao Yi still completed his plan.

Who says a rough plan isn’t a plan. Indeed, adaptability is the truth in dealing with constant changes.

Gao Yi took a long breath and then whispered to Mu Tianwen, "Prepare to leave, let’s go kill Abdulaziz, there’s no need to kill these people, leave them for Shaman to handle."

Shaman could kill them if he wanted to, or let them go if he didn’t.

Although it was Mu Tianwen who had appeared, this gesture was significant enough, harsh enough, that Shaman had to be satisfied no matter what, and also had to ensure a good end for Harold.

Even without the heart to buy a horse with a thousand pieces of gold, Shaman could not let Harold down, because taking care of Harold’s side would definitely lead many to obediently hand over their fortunes.

Gao Yi looked at everyone and, without hesitation, said coldly, "You all don’t have to die, but if you dare to make a move, then you will all have to die."

Having said that, Gao Yi took out his phone. He dialed Shaman’s number, and at the same time, he stepped towards the room where Abdulla was being held.

"It’s done. Abdulla is in my hands. Additionally, there are four... big players, with the slight complication of another four CIA agents dead here."

"Done?"

It felt great in the moment of action, but afterward, Shaman, who was worried about not finding Abdulla and being retaliated against by the CIA, felt a bit overwhelmed, a sense of things going awry.

But unexpectedly, major progress was made.

It could even be said that it was a breakthrough that turned the tide.

Shaman’s tone shifted slightly, "Just like that, it’s done? How did you do it, to what extent?"

Gao Yi walked into the cell where Abdulla was being held, looked at Abdulla, who was still breathing heavily, and whispered, "With a swing of my hammer, your problem would be eliminated. If you want to take him back alive, that’s possible too."

Not a dead Abdulla, but a living one.

For Gao Yi, killing was a matter of a hammer swing; to keep alive was a matter of waiting a little longer.

But for Shaman, the difference was huge, like heaven and earth.

Shaman’s voice trembled, "If it’s possible, bring him to me..."

"Alright, understood."

Gao Yi glanced at the cameras secured on tripods to either side and suddenly said, "They have a complete record of the interrogation."

"Hisss... ha..."

Shaman took a deep breath and then exhaled heavily.

Gao Yi whispered, "I’ll bring it to you as well."

"Good! Very good!"

Shaman’s tone was so heavy it nearly crushed the phone to the ground.

Gao Yi smiled contentedly, but just at that moment, Mu Tianwen suddenly exclaimed, "Big brother, big brother!"

Gao Yi left the room, and then he noticed that Mu Tianwen’s expression seemed a bit odd.

"What’s wrong?"

Mu Tianwen beckoned, "Come here for a sec."

Gao Yi had no choice but to step away temporarily, not rushing to deal with Abdulla, instead, walking over to Mu Tianwen.

In a low voice, Mu Tianwen said, "The guy you killed, he’s a major figure."

"Hmm, he looked like someone important."

Mu Tianwen shook his head, speaking softly, "I asked around, they say this guy’s name is Naaoi."

"You just mentioned that."

"The captain of the CIA Special Action Team, single-handedly established the Special Action Team in ’01, hailed as the King of the Elite, the Spearhead of the CIA, the Middle East Executioner, always at the forefront of espionage, a CIA legend, and the KGB’s code name for him was ’American Captain.’"

Pointing at the body on the ground, Mu Tianwen continued with a numb expression, "See their faces? They know who this man is. Look, don’t they all seem utterly shocked?"

Gao Yi took a deep breath and said, "No wonder he was so tough, couldn’t be killed in one go."

Swallowing hard, Mu Tianwen whispered, "Big brother... this is... a pride of the empire, a legend in the intelligence community, the dignity of the CIA, and the dignity of the United States. But you hammered him to death, big brother..."

Gao Yi fell silent.

Mu Tianwen said softly, "A representative figure of the CIA is dead, there’s no way to handle this quietly."

This was something Gao Yi couldn’t handle on his own.

The Sky Garden couldn’t bear it.

Even Prince Shaman would struggle, and so would the Defense Clandestine Service, to withstand the wrath of the CIA.

As for an agency like the CIA, sure, they sometimes endure humiliation for the greater good, and failures are common; what’s past is past.

But when their honor is trampled upon, when their top general is killed, the CIA wouldn’t be the CIA if it didn’t seek vengeance.

For the sake of interests, whether those of the nation or their own, compromise is normal.

But having killed a high-profile figure, the CIA might not go public, yet their retaliation would be fierce. What anyone says wouldn’t matter, not even pressure from the White House.

Because there are far too many ways the CIA can operate in the shadows, doing as they please, beyond the control and pressure of the White House.

If you don’t want to be doomed, better start looking for a way out fast.

Silently picking up the phone, Gao Yi spoke softly, "I killed Naaoi. I’m not entirely clear on his background, but he seems to be quite famous. You’d better ask your subordinates quickly and consider how to handle the situation."

Clearly, Prince Shaman didn’t recognize the name either, but he had many subordinates within these circles; getting the information shouldn’t be too difficult.

After a moment, Prince Shaman’s voice changed.

"It can’t be, how could he be there?"

"I don’t know, I’ll ask. Your Highness, I can’t handle this situation; you’d better think of a response quickly. I’m going to find out why Naaoi was here, and in the meantime, you should send someone quickly to take Abdulla away, and... you know."

Some things didn’t need to be spelled out. Gao Yi had thought about sparing those people in the restaurant, but now, things were less certain.

Luckily, Gao Yi didn’t have to bear the pressure alone.

It’s simple. If the Sky Garden is a knife, then Prince Shaman is the one wielding it. If the CIA seeks revenge, who would they target? The knife or the one who wields it?

It’s a well-known fact: knives don’t kill people; people kill people.

Gao Yi didn’t hang up the phone; he simply put it down, addressing the restaurant full of stupefied people, "Who can tell me why he was here!"

The anger in his voice was now unmistakable.

Mu Tianwen interpreted Gao Yi’s words, and soon, a robed man spoke up tremblingly, "He wasn’t involved in this matter initially, but he was very angry, so he rushed over at the last moment; one of his men was in charge before, who died tonight."

The Special Action Team hadn’t fully mobilized, but among those bombed and killed was a subordinate of Naaoi’s.

No wonder Naaoi showed up in person; he was planning to deal with Prince Shaman, to take charge of this matter himself, and pull Shaman down from his seat.

But who could have anticipated that Gao Yi would arrive and end up killing him.

Gao Yi looked once more at Naaoi, whose face was beyond recognition. This proud, forceful man held no particularly high status, yet he was the face of the CIA.

With Naaoi’s face smashed, the face of the CIA was smashed too.

"After he arrived, he introduced himself to us, giving us confidence, urging us to firmly oppose Shaman."

Another robed person spoke up, his voice trembling, "Now, I surrender, I give up resistance, I am willing to give everything to Prince Shaman. Please, is it too late?"

Gao Yi nodded, saying, "It’s not too late, of course, it’s not. His Highness welcomes your allegiance at any time."

He said the words, but Gao Yi knew in his heart.

It was over, they were all done for, now no matter who, they all had to distance themselves from any suspicion. Even if the CIA knew who was behind it, they couldn’t leave any evidence.

Including Gao Yi, as well as Mu Tianwen, and everyone present, it seemed they were all targets to be silenced, all potential scapegoats.

It depended on how Prince Shaman chose.

Forcing a smile, Gao Yi said, "Everyone, we are now all in the same boat. If we want to survive, we must gather around His Highness for protection. You’d best cooperate."

After exchanging looks, the group began to nod silently.

The phone was still off the hook; Gao Yi knew Prince Shaman could hear him.

This was Gao Yi’s last effort; he tried to appear more valuable, striving not to become the fall guy.

It was up to Prince Shaman to decide.