Ultimate Firepower
Chapter 274 - 261: Making a Clean Break

Chapter 274: Chapter 261: Making a Clean Break

An idea had already taken shape in Gao Yi’s mind, slightly risky, and the greatest consequence of this risk could lead to a deterioration in UK-France relations.

The upside was, if it succeeded, he would be able to walk sideways in France in the future.

The downside was that, if it did succeed, even if the British flayed his skin, it wouldn’t quench their anger.

Now to talk about being a Justice Envoy, that was purely disgusting.

The old saying goes, aim for the best, settle for the middle; and if that fails, accept the least. Now it seemed impossible to handle Iron Fist George, but Gao Yi had to at least let the French vent their frustration.

As for truly igniting a serious conflict between the UK and France, what did that have to do with Gao Yi? Even if the French couldn’t bear the consequences and decided to throw him under the bus, it still depended on whether the British would accept him.

So Gao Yi’s way to save himself was to escalate the situation even further, to a point where it offended national dignity, making it so that even killing him wouldn’t satisfy the British; they’d have to decimate France to be appeased.

After babbling on in the meeting room for quite some time, he finally had an idea.

The Secretary of Foreign Affairs had yet to realize Gao Yi’s malicious intent; he only started to worry when he saw Gao Yi pick up the handgun and begin to talk about shooting one of them, so he could only seriously say, "Do you realize that if you actually shoot and kill one of us, it will lead to an utterly uncontrollable situation? This situation could shatter the peace and friendship we’ve built since World War II, and the stability UK and France provide to Europe would be disturbed."

Such a grand perspective, Gao Yi chuckled and replied, "I don’t understand."

"It doesn’t matter. Right now, I only want to talk to your highest-ranking officer, is that possible? We must resolve this matter; we’re willing to make concessions now. Believe me, your safety can be assured, and France’s interests can also be met."

The Secretary of Foreign Affairs was persuasively kind; he just refused to take up any talk of returning territory or cultural relics.

Those topics could not be discussed or even addressed, otherwise no matter what the outcome was, the Secretary of Foreign Affairs would be finished.

Some conditions just cannot be negotiated, not even refusal is acceptable because once people find out there’s room for negotiation, such requests will spout out endlessly in the future.

If it were a French person handling this, especially someone with brains and rationale, they might actually agree to the Secretary of Foreign Affairs’ request, agree to call his own superiors, and then discuss how to maximize benefits in settling the matter.

But not with Gao Yi.

"I won’t allow you to make a call."

Gao Yi also thought of this method thanks to a hint from the head of Military Intelligence Six.

Holding a gun in one hand, he took out his mobile phone with the other and then Gao Yi turned on the video recording feature, recording at almost point-blank range.

"What are you doing!"

The one who asked was the Minister of Intelligence, who had a bad premonition, although under the threat of the gun barrel, he couldn’t help but ask.

Gao Yi didn’t answer; instead, he held his phone and filmed everyone present, then he began to explain.

"Hello everyone, this is the location of Military Intelligence Six Headquarters, and in front of me is..."

Gao Yi didn’t finish his sentence, as Collins, who was sitting opposite him, finally made a move.

Collins was a veteran of a hundred battles, possessing a level of Kung Fu rarely matched.

Whether in unarmed combat or gunfights, Collins had never truly feared anyone in his life.

Of course, fighting wasn’t about glove-clad matches, but rather an instant life or death showdown.

If Collins had a backup weapon, he wouldn’t choose to use fists, but with the gun in someone else’s hands, he had to use whatever weapon he could find.

No backup gun, but there was a small knife, hidden in his tall boots, which he could draw out and use in a moment of need.

There was another knife, too small even to call a knife, really just a tiny blade.

Barely five centimeters in length, it was tucked into the inside of the belt buckle, triangular shaped, in emergencies, a sharp weapon could be more effective than a gun.

Gao Yi hadn’t searched Collins for weapons, not because he was negligent, but because within his domain, he was supremely confident.

Collins moved to stop Gao Yi.

He had no confidence at the start, and he still had no confidence now, but Collins couldn’t stand by and watch Gao Yi shoot and kill the four high-profile figures in front of him, nor could he allow Gao Yi to send out a video.

The former could be considered a national disaster, but the latter would truly be a national disgrace.

Britons could withstand terrorist attacks, but couldn’t tolerate their ministers becoming a laughing stock to the world.

Collins wasn’t sure what the ministers thought, but that’s how he saw the situation, so he struck boldly without any certainty.

He pulled the blade from his belt with his right hand and threw it at Gao Yi, while his left hand lifted the heavy conference table, rising to flip the table.

The conference room was small, but the table was still five meters long, very heavy; however, Collins possessed astonishing strength as he threw the knife, the table was already lifted.

Gao Yi had allowed Collins to sit quietly across from him, completely indifferent to whether Collins had any weapons; that was because Gao Yi was confident that no matter what Collins did, he would be subdued.

Before Collins could throw his blade, Gao Yi’s left hand still held the phone, but his right hand had also thrown the gun.

He could have fired the gun, but Gao Yi chose to throw it.

As Collins’s blade whisked past Gao Yi’s face, Gao Yi’s gun slammed down hard on Collins’s nose bridge.

A thud rang out, and Collins felt darkness before his eyes, and before he realized what happened, he felt the table, which he had lifted halfway, pressed down hard.

With a loud crash, the table Collins had lifted was forced back to the ground.

Gao Yi had been sitting in his chair moments before, but in the blink of an eye, no one could see how he had stepped on the chair and another foot on the conference table.

With his right foot on the chair, and his left foot firmly on the conference table, Gao Yi stood up and, with a sudden movement, kicked Collins straight in the forehead.

Collins, just about to stand, was first met with darkness as if he had been shot in the face, then he just fell back into his chair, met with darkness again, and passed out without a hum.

At a distance like ten or eight meters away, Gao Yi was no match for Collins because, at that distance, Gao Yi definitely wouldn’t have the same control over everything as he did now.

But face to face, it didn’t matter if there was a table in between or something else, it was all the same, whoever came would die.

After knocking Collins unconscious with a kick, Gao Yi stepped on the handgun that had fallen onto the conference table without bending down to pick up the weapon. Instead, he stood high above and, with a birds-eye view, continued to record videos of several people.

"We continue, the one in front of me is the Minister of Intelligence, what’s your name?"

The Minister of Intelligence was terrified; he instinctively wanted to stand up, but upon seeing Gao Yi’s warning gaze, he ultimately stammered, "I am Michelle McDade..."

"And you? How should I address you?"

The Secretary of Foreign Affairs’ mouth opened and closed a few times, and he finally said in a low voice, "I am John Hoyl."

"How should I address this gentleman?"

The head of Military Intelligence Six, expressionless, said, "Kiel Parker."

"And how should I address this gentleman?"

The Prime Minister’s Envoy took a deep breath and said, "Philip Stammo."

Now that he had taken action, there was no need for courtesy anymore. Gao Yi, with an air of superiority, said, "Justice from above, I am justice!"

Gao Yi looked towards Emily.

Emily was petrified at the moment; she certainly didn’t know what to do. She only knew she was witnessing history and becoming a part of it.

Gao Yi nodded at Emily and said, "Time for a live broadcast, to spice things up for your friends and family."

Emily’s friends and family, that would be people like Marina’s group. In other words, Gao Yi was asking Emily to broadcast live for those French people a scene of defecating on their opponents’ heads.

Could there be a more satisfying method?

Iron Fist George stirred up trouble in France, so Gao Yi came to the headquarters of Military Intelligence Six to cause trouble, not only stealing the spring water but also urinating in it.

The analogy might be crude, but that’s exactly what it was.

Emily silently drew out her phone with one hand still holding the gun.

The Secretary of Foreign Affairs actually had integrity; he’d rather die than suffer such humiliation. Therefore, when Emily pulled out her phone, he suddenly opened his mouth to shout.

Gao Yi lightly kicked over.

The result? He couldn’t get a sound out.

Emily quickly called Marina with a video call.

There was no sound, because she was wearing earphones, but what was happening here was crystal clear to Marina, both in sight and sound.

Seeing the object of Gao Yi’s face kick, Marina’s eyes widened, followed by a loud thud.

It was just the shock causing the phone to drop on the table; she was fine.

Marina’s voice trembled, "Emily..."

Emily didn’t speak; she simply turned the camera towards Gao Yi.

Gao Yi jumped down from the conference table, picked up the handgun again, and tapped John Hoyl’s face with the muzzle, asking, "Why are you trying to take Gibraltar?"

John opened his mouth; he wanted to call for help, to be shot dead by those waiting outside, including himself, rather than endure this humiliation.

But Gao Yi didn’t continue to question him. Instead, he tapped the Minister of Intelligence’s face with the gun, seriously saying, "Are you going to return the Malvinas?"

The Minister of Intelligence clenched his teeth tightly, staring hard at Gao Yi.

Gao Yi didn’t need an answer; he just looked towards the envoy, continuing to tap him with the gun muzzle, seriously saying, "You European troublemakers, always sneaking into others’ homes to steal, have you ever thought about being chased down and beaten in your own homes?"

Emily’s hand shook slightly as she heard Marina’s quivering voice, "I’ve recorded it all, I’ll send it to the President, don’t mention us, but feel free to talk about the rest, humiliate them! Torment them! That’s right, don’t stop!"

Emily didn’t know how to signal Gao Yi, but she felt he didn’t need any reminder.

Sure enough, Gao Yi seriously said, "Apologize, apologize to the people of the whole world!"

Resistance was possible, but meaningless.

The head of Military Intelligence Six suddenly twisted around; he opened his mouth trying to shout again but ended up hit in the jaw by the butt of Gao Yi’s gun, not loud enough to be heard outside.

It wasn’t severely harmful, but the humiliation was extreme—a slap in the face taken to the limit. This time, Gao Yi had truly taken things to the extreme.

Gao Yi generally didn’t like to take things to the extreme, but why did he take things to the extreme this time?

The reason was simple—if things weren’t taken to the extreme, the British wouldn’t fear exposure. Only if things were taken to the extreme here and ironclad evidence was left behind, would the British comply obediently and truly compromise.