Ultimate Firepower
Chapter 565 - 543: Journey of the Heart

Chapter 565: Chapter 543: Journey of the Heart

In the movies, the White House has fallen countless times.

But in reality? Well, it’s happened in real life too. The Canadians achieved that feat.

But asking Gao Yi to mess around inside the White House? Sorry, that’s something Gao Yi simply cannot accomplish.

Gao Yi doesn’t believe he’s reached the level where he can act with complete impunity.

Does Yuri even speak like a human? Just the White House? Why doesn’t he say "just the Kremlin" as well?

Wait a second. To Yuri, the Kremlin really is "just the Kremlin."

But Yuri is entirely unattached, with a mind full of "explode, explode, explode." In Russia, they might listen to him go wild freely; here, though, forget it.

Gao Yi has already made up his mind—not feasible? Then forget it.

He’s already done his utmost for Panetta. If Wei Feng entering the White House is purely a survival attempt, then let him live a little longer for now.

But if Wei Feng still has some trump card up his sleeve and entering the White House will allow him to turn the tables—well, apologies, Panetta might be finished, but Gao Yi and this group in the Garden can still escape.

The world is so vast, where can’t you hide? There’s no need to drag everyone to die alongside Panetta.

Doing your best is acceptable, but dying together? No way.

To sum it up in one principle—if it can be resolved outside the White House, then it absolutely should; if it can only be resolved inside the White House, then sorry, of the Thirty-Six Stratagems, fleeing is the best.

Thus, the best option is obviously to deal with Wei Feng before he enters the White House. But after getting off the helicopter, Gao Yi realized this might already be impossible.

"Just got word—Wei Feng’s inside."

The message bearer was Joelson, who was waiting for Gao Yi in the car. When he saw Gao Yi, he dejectedly said, "There’s an event today. The President will meet fourteen business leaders at the White House and appoint six of them as U.S. ambassadors abroad. There’s a luncheon at noon, which starts at twelve, while the meeting begins at ten thirty. Wei Feng has already entered the White House with one of the invited guests."

Gao Yi was left speechless. He let out a sigh and said, "Wei Feng was prepared? Everything was pre-planned? The White House event day was part of his plan, is that it?"

Joelson quietly replied, "Not sure. We got the intel from the White House Special Service Bureau. Roughly speaking, it’s confirmed that Wei Feng has entered the White House. This is because the President plans to appoint real estate mogul George Tilman as the ambassador to Italy. George’s accompanying list was reported to the Special Service Bureau. Initially, there were two names, but today he temporarily adjusted it to three. This is the only change, and George Tilman brought them into the White House ten minutes ago."

Gao Yi let out a long sigh.

He looked at his watch—it was 9:45.

But the time didn’t matter—the key was that Wei Feng was already inside.

Gao Yi looked up at Joelson, shrugging helplessly.

Joelson said nothing, only looking equally helpless.

"What do you think? Is Wei Feng just trying to use the White House to escape, or is he planning a counterstrike?"

It was a pointless question, without any real significance.

Joelson replied softly, "If Wei Feng just wanted to run for his life, he wouldn’t have had to enter the White House at all. He had already fled."

Not for survival, then entering the White House must have another purpose—clearly, Joelson knew this too.

So Gao Yi immediately asked, "What do you think?"

Gao Yi had known Joelson for quite some time, and it was through Joelson that he met Panetta, but that wasn’t important. What mattered was Joelson’s stance.

If Joelson said there was no hope now and it was time to run, Gao Yi would definitely take Joelson and flee.

Forget America’s foundation—run for it, as quickly as possible, as far away as possible.

But Joelson hesitated for a while before softly saying, "It’s a bit too early to give up. The director said there’s still a chance, and I think so too."

"Oh? What chance? How do we make it happen?"

Joelson replied quietly, "Wei Feng most likely slipped in, but the fact that he sneaked in this way means he’s not entirely confident. The meeting starts at ten thirty—we just need to get inside in time and take Wei Feng out..."

Joelson clearly still hoped Gao Yi could work a miracle, much to Gao Yi’s surprise.

Although money can move people, power is apparently far more intoxicating. Joelson couldn’t let go of the status and authority Panetta had given him.

Gao Yi just nodded.

Joelson sighed and said in a low voice, "Of course... how to take him out is a problem. If you refuse, then there’s really nothing we can do."

The cars were still moving—two of them. These were Panetta’s closest circle, capable of responding the fastest.

But it was already too late.

Still, you couldn’t reject outright—you had to find a suitable excuse to gracefully decline.

Gao Yi put on a thoughtful expression.

In truth, Gao Yi was feeling quite conflicted at the moment.

If he didn’t help Panetta, he’d have to give up America’s foundation, and Li Jie would have to flee with him—if they didn’t, they’d end up doomed.

All their business dealings would collapse.

And their relationships with the FBI and the Secret Intelligence Bureau? Gone. Disconnecting from these circles would be the best outcome; hoping to rebuild them would be delusional.

What’s more, if Panetta fell, these key individuals would likely go down with him.

No choice—the ties run deep, dragging too many into the fray. Everyone’s caught in the same net, one falling pulls down the rest.

If it were only about himself, Gao Yi just wanted to run and leave it at that. But when he thought of Martin and Grasse, he felt like maybe he should just fight to the death and be done with it.

Caught in this dilemma, Gao Yi realized that avoiding this mess was no longer possible.

"Falke..."

Unable to hold back, he cursed under his breath, then said to Joelson, "One question—how do we get into the White House?"

Joelson spread his hands, showing he didn’t know how to solve it.

"It’s the White House, not some other place. To be honest, the CIA doesn’t carry much authority here. Moreover... let’s be real, neither do I."

Joelson spoke bitterly, sighing, "Right now, only the director might come up with a way. Maybe he can figure out how to get us in."

Gao Yi didn’t bother responding.

Perhaps there’s no need to worry about escaping the White House, because the bigger likelihood is not even getting in.

Just then, Gao Yi’s phone rang.

Answering, he heard Panetta speak in a low voice, "I’m about to arrive at the White House. I’ll wait outside the White House to meet up with you."

"Oh? After meeting up, what then?"

Panetta replied firmly, "I’ll take you in!"

Gao Yi was genuinely stunned.

If Panetta personally took him into the White House, it would be no different than Panetta himself directly taking action against Wei Feng.

Panetta had already made up his mind—even if it meant exposing himself completely, he was determined to take out Wei Feng. At any cost, even if it meant mutual destruction—Wei Feng had to die.

With Panetta willing to take matters into his own hands, Gao Yi wouldn’t hesitate anymore.

Gao Yi didn’t want to be used as someone else’s pawn, which was why he hadn’t become a true assassin.

Panetta had always hidden behind the scenes, depending on Gao Yi to handle everything and taking the rewards while avoiding the risks.

To be fair, a Panetta like that wouldn’t garner Gao Yi’s unconditional loyalty.

But at the key moment, if Panetta was genuinely willing to make the ultimate sacrifice and personally step into the battlefield—then what was wrong with Gao Yi sticking it out with him?

"Alright, you take me in. If I see Wei Feng, I’ll make sure he dies!"

Entering the White House would mean surrendering all weapons—Panetta would be no exception, of course. Not that Panetta would carry any weapons to begin with.

His entourage certainly wouldn’t be allowed to carry any weapons either.

And Wei Feng? He’s a top-tier agent. Even if his combat skills are not the absolute best, he’s not someone just anyone could defeat bare-handed.

So Panetta inevitably had to rely on Gao Yi.

A 50% chance wasn’t enough, a 90% chance wasn’t reassuring, and even a 99% likelihood of killing Wei Feng wouldn’t cut it.

It had to be a 100% certainty to dispatch Wei Feng, and for that, who else but Gao Yi?

Gao Yi hung up the phone and said to Yuri, "You were right. It’s just the White House—we can handle it."

After saying that, Gao Yi suddenly added impulsively, "And if we’re going to do it, let’s do it big! Go all the way!"

Yuri smiled and said, "I’ll go in with you."

"No need."

Gao Yi shook his head, saying sternly, "If you come in, it won’t help. I’ll go in myself. You stay outside and wait for me. If I fail, then... you take everyone and escape."

Yuri shook his head, then smiled and asked, "Want to guess what my biggest dream is?"

After asking, Yuri spread his hands and encouraged Gao Yi with his gaze, "Not too hard to guess, right?"

Gao Yi was taken aback for a moment, then nodded and said, "Alright, come in with me."

Yuri chuckled and said, "I’m lucky to have followed the right person. Lifelong achievements I thought I’d never accomplish—I’m pulling off back-to-back in a short time. Blowing up the CIA... shame I can’t bring along C4, otherwise... hahaha..."

Yuri laughed dreamily, then abruptly shifted gears, saying, "Still, just getting inside is good enough. If there’s no shot later, at least I can... well, you know. Won’t be a wasted trip."

Yuri was too dangerous.

Now Gao Yi clearly realized that Yuri was the only person who could truly disregard everyone else’s lives—and even his own—with complete equality.

"Just don’t intentionally sabotage our operation for the sake of destruction, got it."

Gao Yi had to give him that warning.

Yuri scoffed and replied disdainfully, "As if. The mission always comes first—you underestimate me."

"Good, then let’s hope we succeed. Though honestly, I can’t think of any way we’d escape once things go south inside."

After saying this, Gao Yi let out a long sigh before murmuring helplessly, "Let’s hope Panetta has a plan. Maybe he really does."