Ultimate Firepower
Chapter 85 - 75 What’s in the Cell Phone

Chapter 85: Chapter 75 What’s in the Cell Phone

"Must take out the last Assassin."

It’s always tricky with these low-profile, identity-less nobodies; miss them today, and they become ghosts—elusive.

Letting him go would mean a future regret every time Sean’s name is mentioned; thoughts wouldn’t be clear, and a centered mind would be unsteady.

No chance, let it be. But with the opportunity lying ahead, death is the only option, even if it takes chasing him to the ends of the earth—to kill the Assassin who took Sean’s life.

Now, clarity has been restored.

Shooting a moving target with a handgun is one thing, but shooting from a moving position at another moving target is an added complication; missing the mark is quite ordinary for Gao Yi.

Thus, Gao Yi wasn’t dismayed by his gun skills. Glancing back and seeing two policemen about to get up, he casually transferred the emptied pistol to his left hand and, aiming the gun at the two officers, barked sharply, "Get down!"

London’s police are known for their love of peace and protection of criminal interests. Faced with a ferocious thug like Gao Yi, the two officers immediately chose to lie down.

Of course, Gao Yi wouldn’t harm the police. He might be an Assassin, but he had no intention of challenging the authority of the law; slipping away from under the police’s noses was a different scenario entirely from killing them.

Retreating backward for a few steps, Gao Yi only turned and sprinted away when he had put enough distance between himself and the officers.

He had to run fast. More police would arrive soon, but "soon" would likely be in ten minutes, so Gao Yi wasn’t worried about escape.

After darting through alleys and reaching a larger road, Gao Yi slowed his pace. Despite the rapid breathing, his years of training showed; it wouldn’t be so easy to exhaust him, not even breaking a sweat.

It was time to think of an escape plan. Walking a few steps, Gao Yi saw a five-star hotel.

With a hotel, things became manageable. Calming his breath and discarding the gun into a trash bin as he passed, Gao Yi walked straight into the hotel lobby.

Inside, the lobby wasn’t empty; a few scattered souls sat at the bar, others were checking in at the reception. Gao Yi swept the area with a glance, then made his way to the public restroom in the lobby.

The restroom was not large, and thankfully empty. Gao Yi wasn’t in a hurry. He washed his hands and took a good look in the mirror for any conspicuous sign of irregularity.

Two tiny spots of blood on his arm, likely splatters from Sean, but nothing that drew too much attention without large stains.

He had no bag; the disguise and makeup stuff belonged to Sean, left in the hotel. Retrieving Sean’s items was too risky.

How did he get precisely cornered at the restaurant’s entrance?

Had it been Paris, Gao Yi might have felt targeted, but Sean’s anti-surveillance measures were meticulous. During the journey, he did nothing out of the ordinary, switched transport repeatedly, and walked a great deal. Gao Yi refused to believe anyone could have followed him.

If not tracking, it could only mean interception.

However, Gao Yi knew he hadn’t disclosed his whereabouts to anyone, and Sean was dead—it’s improbable that he had brought about his own demise.

If those who killed Sean were from the Andic Group, then how did they manage it?

Could it be that the Dark Web leaked Sean’s whereabouts?

Only the Dark Web would have current information on Sean, but the Andic Group was just another assassin organization on the platform. There was no reason for the Dark Web to assist one merchant in eliminating another.

Furthermore, if the Dark Web had wanted Sean dead, why wait until now? Had they really been behind it, the Garden would have been utterly eradicated long ago.

They wouldn’t have waited until the Garden completed its mission and after the payment of commissions to kill Sean.

Baffled, Gao Yi couldn’t ponder for long, as someone eventually entered the restroom.

Though it was summer, London’s weather wasn’t hot; a mere twenty degrees at its peak during the day, and about thirteen or fourteen at night. Sometimes it got quite chilly with the rain, so Gao Yi wore a thin jacket.

But the man entering the restroom must have been from Northern Europe; judged by London’s fairly mild weather, he was dressed too lightly.

A short-sleeved T-shirt, shorts, oversized hiking boots, and a fisherman’s hat.

There was no choice, he would do.

Gao Yi turned the tap on full blast to mask any noise and approached the Northern European man relieving himself. Observing the tall, lean young man shake off, Gao Yi swiftly moved behind him, struck him with his palm, and dragged the unconscious man into the cubicle.

The build was similar, aside from being slightly taller than Gao Yi; the clothes were wearable.

With no change of clothes prepared for himself, purchasing was the next step.

To buy, not to steal; Gao Yi emptied the hiking backpack.

As expected, it held a change of clothes, identification, and various items like chargers.

No need to strip clothes from a body.

Gao Yi laid several bills on the fortunate young man, changed into the forcefully purchased clothes, stuffed his old attire back into the bag, then checked his new appearance in the mirror before exiting the restroom nonchalantly.

Sean left nothing behind when he died.

That was the fear—the ones like Sean, who didn’t speak brave words in life or poignant last wishes in death. He said nothing, yet half-stepped in front of Gao Yi, a move more meaningful than a thousand words.

No grand truths, no promises.

Gao Yi wasn’t a voracious reader, but he had attended college; and as a martial artist, he didn’t spout great truths, just maintained an attitude, a principle.

"You treat me with a national treasure’s respect, and I shall reciprocate in kind."

The half-step Sean moved, whether or not it blocked a bullet intended for Gao Yi, didn’t matter; the instinct to protect was enough.

Now that Sean was dead, Gao Yi was determined to fulfill Sean’s unfinished wishes, to take on responsibilities no one else could handle.

Sean had handed off his phone at the end—it was not the device, but the fingerprint on his right middle finger that was key.

Sean left another phone behind at the restaurant, which Gao Yi hadn’t taken. It wasn’t a matter of time; Gao Yi had understood Sean’s intention.

That discarded phone was the Garden’s link to the Dark Web. Yet, the Garden had existed well before the Dark Web and would remain, severed from the Dark Web links or not.

Gao Yi didn’t know what lay within the left-behind phone, but he felt it held great importance.