Ultimate Firepower
Chapter 514 - 493 Principle

Chapter 514: Chapter 493 Principle

It’s not climbing out, nor crawling out, but walking out on two legs.

Literally, walking out is just that. But leaving the cell where I was held, technically, it should be called escaping, right?

Alexander said nothing, just stared blankly as Yuri really began walking out. However, when he passed by Alexander, he stopped and said casually, "Give me the gardener’s phone number, or I won’t be able to find him after I leave."

"Oh, oh, oh, I’ll give you his number..."

Alexander felt a bit flustered. The psychological impact was too overwhelming; he hadn’t reacted properly yet.

"Speak."

Alexander immediately recited Gao Yi’s phone number. These numbers were memorized and stored in his mind, so reciting them once was effortless.

Yuri nodded. He said to Alexander, "Goodbye."

Alexander swallowed nervously. He wanted to ask if Yuri needed help getting out, but seeing Yuri uninterested in such assistance, he decided to stay silent.

What would Yuri do next? Honestly, it was impossible not to be curious.

In fact, Yuri did nothing out of the ordinary. He simply walked out of the cell he was confined in, passing by the guards without even acknowledging them.

Nominally, it was a cell. Actually, it was a detention area for senior officials, which in essence still qualified as a cell. And cells are invariably guarded. But when Yuri left, the guards watching over the special detention area did not utter a single word.

Yuri seemed pensive as he walked at a steady and slow pace, passing through the first layer of guards. Moving further ahead, he would leave the small building.

A small, inconspicuous building in the forest. Many were detained here, and many died here too. Yet for Yuri, this unique prisoner, the building served more as a dormitory rather than a cell.

Approaching the exit of the building, Yuri didn’t directly leave. Instead, he diverted his steps to a room at the entrance.

Knocking at the door, he heard a voice saying "Come in," then pushed it open.

A person was sitting on a chair inside, engrossed in their phone.

"Ahem."

Yuri coughed softly. The person looked up, noticed him, then stood immediately, stunned, exclaiming, "Mr. Komnov, what brings you...?"

"I am leaving. I need your car and your phone."

The person looked bewildered, utterly incredulous. But after a moment’s hesitation, he pulled car keys from his pocket and placed them on the desk, along with his phone.

"The car’s gas tank is full, but the phone’s battery is running low. Should I find you another phone instead?"

Technically not the Prison Director—KGB Headquarters didn’t have that title—but standing before Yuri was the Captain in charge of the special prison.

The car could be taken, but handing over the phone was more challenging. He didn’t want to, but also didn’t dare resist Yuri.

Yuri pondered and said, "Is the phone very important to you?"

He didn’t reply, merely showed a hopeful expression hoping to be understood.

Yuri thought for another moment, then waved his hand, saying, "Forget the phone. Give me some cash instead."

The Captain quickly took back his phone, visibly relieved. He then hurriedly pulled out his wallet, extracted all the cash inside, and presented it along with the keys, politely and respectfully.

"You can retrieve the car later yourself. I don’t know where I’ll end up, and if you can’t find it or it’s damaged, just have the KGB compensate you for a new one."

Borrowing the car and cash, Yuri finally said politely, "Thank you."

"No need to thank me. It’s my duty. The car’s right outside, I’ll escort you."

"Alright."

Yuri didn’t say another word. The Captain opened the door, courteously ushered Yuri outside, and guided him to the parking area.

This zone was relatively independent, allowing cars to be parked next to the building.

Yuri clicked the remote key, opened the door, and got in. Once seated in the driver’s seat, he leaned down to adjust the seat lever.

"It’s all electronic now, over here."

The Captain pushed a button by the seat, adjusting it. Yuri nodded, moved the seat forward slightly, raised it, then adjusted the steering wheel with its automated controls.

"Everything is electronic nowadays. I’m still getting used to it. I have a computer and phone, but I haven’t driven in years."

"It’s straightforward. You’ll get the hang of it instantly."

Yuri nodded and suddenly said, "I notified the President’s Office about my departure but didn’t inform the forest guards. Tell them not to stop me."

"Understood, I’ll call them immediately. How long do you expect to be gone?"

Yuri shook his head. "I don’t know. I might not return at all."

The Captain was stunned and exclaimed, "Not returning? Then, I... I..."

Yuri looked back at the Captain from the car. The Captain swallowed, saying, "I guess I should get some sleep early. Yes, sleep early."

Yuri smiled approvingly, placed his hand on the car door, and waited for the Captain to step back before shutting the door and starting the engine.

The Captain took two steps back, watching Yuri with respect. Yuri shifted gears, lightly pressed the accelerator, and the car smoothly pulled away.

Though he hadn’t driven for a long time, he felt no rustiness.

Yuri drove through three internal checkpoints without any interruptions, but upon reaching the forest’s gate, the car was stopped.

The forest was heavily guarded, but externally rather than internally. Stopping vehicles wasn’t typically mandated; Yuri wasn’t aware of current protocols. Seeing the car being flagged, he stopped, rolled down the window, and looked at the guard.

"Sir, I’ve received orders that you cannot currently leave. External clearance is required, and I need authorization before letting you pass."

The officer was polite and didn’t recognize Yuri, but had been instructed to act courteously.

Yuri responded kindly, "Alright. How long will it take?"

"I’m not sure."

"Do I need to step out of the car?"

"Not specified. You can wait inside."

Yuri shrugged and waited quietly in the vehicle.

A minute later, the checkpoint’s phone rang. A soldier answered, then turned to relay something to the officer, who quickly stepped into the post to pick up the call. Throughout the conversation, the officer kept glancing at Yuri.

The call ended shortly. The officer approached the exit and saluted Yuri, loudly announcing, "You are authorized to leave. Wishing you all the best. Open the gate."

Heavy steel barricades lowered, clearing the path. Yuri shifted gears again and drove through the forest’s gate, exiting onto the main road.

Driving into the city, specifically Moscow’s core, the late hour left the streets sparsely populated. A few cars zipped by now and then.

Yuri scanned his surroundings but kept driving steadily.

At this hour, 1 AM, finding an open store proved challenging.

Yuri simply wanted a phone. Finally, he spotted a 24-hour convenience store.

The store had a red sign, a "24-hour open" logo, and illumination, so Yuri parked illegally nearby and entered.

The store was small, staffed by a young male clerk who appeared to be in his twenties. He glanced at Yuri entering but returned to his phone, offering no greeting.

Yuri approached the counter. "Give me a pack of cigarettes, a lighter, and do you sell phones here?"

The clerk gave Yuri a quizzical look. "What kind of cigarette?"

Yuri wasn’t sure. He glanced around before frowning at the grotesque images on the packaging.

"When did people start using pictures of rotting lungs and feet as cigarette designs? Disgusting. Forget it; you don’t sell phones, right? How about your phone—sell it to me."

The clerk paused, looked at Yuri seriously, and said, "Depends on how much you’re offering."

Yuri pulled all his cash from his pocket, laid it on the counter, and asked, "Enough?"

Glancing at the cash, the clerk shook his head incredulously. "Not enough."

Yuri shrugged, quietly collecting the money but leaving one bill. "A pack of cigarettes and a lighter, then."

The clerk pocketed the payment, grabbed a pack of cigarettes, and tossed a lighter onto the counter. "Just enough."

Yuri picked up the items, exited, unwrapped the cigarettes, lit one, inhaled deeply, and fell into contemplation.

Ultimately, he decided it wasn’t worth breaking the law.

Without reentering the store, Yuri got back in the car and started driving aimlessly until his attention was drawn to a rare cluster of people out late at night.

Feeling intrigued, Yuri steered toward them—at the doors of a nightclub—waiting until someone emerged from inside.

He parked and approached two drunken youths, one male and one female, attractive in appearance yet irritating in vibe.

Yuri intentionally blocked the man’s path.

The two looked at Yuri in confusion but ignored him, with the woman tugging the man past Yuri.

Disappointed, Yuri stayed put but didn’t turn around.

After a while, three men exited. As they passed, Yuri again positioned himself in front of them, refusing to step aside while staring directly at them.

A burly man in a knitted cap snarled furiously, "Move it!"

Wonderful!

Yuri grabbed the hand reaching toward his head, twisted it sharply, and said cheerfully, "A robbery. Hand over your phone—thank you!"