A War Between Spies

Now Yang Yi finally has time to think about what happened.

Why is it that people are eyeing, the only reasonable explanation is that they have already been exposed, but Yang Yi feels that this speculation has some problems. If his identity has indeed been exposed, then those who are looking for him should be targeted, but in him. Before the real shot, those people obviously just wanted to confirm his identity.

That is to say, those people have a rough target but are not precise.

Yang Yi began to wonder, and then Yang Yi was shocked by one of his inferences, that is, he was indeed photographed, but he was not photographed, but those people, those who are looking for him do not need to identify him. The face can also recognize him.

This inference is terrible. If it is just a figure and an action posture or a habitual action that can distinguish people, then Yang Yi has almost no way to escape.

Anyway, it’s good to leave Los Angeles first.

Yang Yi made up his mind, and then he looked at the passengers around him. He needed to observe the surrounding environment and judge whether he is safe now.

It looks no abnormal, there are not many people in the subway car, and it seems to be normal people.

It’s not good to go to Las Vegas by bus. Yang Yi thinks he should rent a car or simply grab a car. He has to leave Los Angeles before he is found.

Yang Yi sat quietly for six stops, then he suddenly stood up at a stop where he didn't want to get off the bus, and then left the subway after the subway stopped.

There is no plan, Yang Yi just wants to get off the bus.

When Yang Yi got off the bus, three people also got off the bus at the same time. One of them was the car on the way, and the other woman started in the carriage. There was also a middle-aged man who was on the subway with Yang Yi.

It seems that there is nothing unusual. The middle-aged man who is most concerned about Yang Yi is in his forties. He has a beard on his mouth, dressed in a cheap gray suit, with a brown briefcase in his hand and a pair of rubs on his feet. Very bright but equally cheap leather shoes.

A salesman, or a salesman, is still in middle age but still inactive.

The figure has been blessed because he has no money and time to go to the gym to maintain his body.

It seems a little tired, he has no physical strength and energy when he was young, and he has no ambitions when he was young, but life has forced him to continue to work hard to do work that he does not like. He does not like this job, but To deal with a lot of people, so he has to maintain a habitual false smile on his face.

He will relax when he doesn't need a smile, so now he doesn't have any expression on his face, but after seeing the client he wants to see, or after seeing his leader, his face will look like it's from the pile. Inner smile.

There are a lot of people like this, everywhere, no exceptions, nothing looks wrong.

Yang Yi looked at the man who was walking with him. He let go of his heart, and then he began to walk toward the subway passage.

This is a small station and it is not the peak period for commuting.

Everyone was in a hurry, and the person who got out of the car at the same time crossed him and walked quickly. Two people in the underground passage walked in quickly, and Yang Yi walked over and disappeared into the subway station, and then left. Yang Yi and the middle-aged man who looks ordinary.

Yang Yi slowed down a bit. He didn't like someone walking behind him, especially when he was being chased.

The footsteps were not fast or slow, and they maintained a similar frequency and caught up with Yang Yi from behind.

Yang Yi slightly sideways, secretly observing the middle-aged man, then he saw the middle-aged man put his hand into his pocket, took out his mobile phone, continued to carry the bag with his left hand, and right-handedly pressed a few hands on the phone. Number, then put the phone in your ear.

Yang Yi did not pay special attention, but did not completely ignore the middle-aged people who will be passing by him.

The middle-aged man slightly circumvented some distance, so that he would not pass by Yang Yi, but he would walk with him from a stranger who stayed at least one meter away with Yang Yi.

It is still normal, there is no abnormal place, but the middle-aged man has just crossed Yang Yi, and has already reached the front of Yang Yi. When Yang Yi completely loses his attention to him, the middle-aged man with a briefcase The man suddenly left his hand and fell from his hand.

Turning around, the left hand shook, and a sharp-edged thing was held in the middle-aged man's hand, and then swiftly slammed into Yang Yi's armpit.

Fast, extremely fast, and extremely accurate.

If Yang Yi does not always maintain a high degree of vigilance, this thorn can never hide.

Yang Yi jumped a step backwards and pressed his right hand on the belly. Then he stepped back again and pulled out his knife.

The middle-aged man who was somewhat blessed leaped forward with great disproportionate flexibility, and his right hand raised his hand and slammed the cell phone in his hand to Yang Yi’s face.

Yang Yi sideways, escaped the mobile phone, left hand squatting, opened the middle-aged man grabbed his chest.

The left leg kicked out, Yang Yi kicked the middle-aged man's knee, the middle-aged man turned the left hand's thorn, like a viper, stabbed on Yang Yi's left leg~www.wuxiaspot.com~Yang Yishou Legs, but the outside of the thigh is still pierced.

The knife stabbed straight, because the speed of the straight thorn was the fastest, Yang Yi stabbed the heart of the middle-aged person, but the middle-aged man once again flashed with the flexibility that did not match the figure, and pierced the left leg of Yang Yi. Come out, straight from the bottom up, Yang Yi's lower abdomen.

Yang Yi's knife flipped, he couldn't stab the opponent's heart, but he used a knife to make a knife on the inside of the opponent's left arm.

The left hand was loose, the right hand grabbed the thorn, and the middle-aged man stabbed Yang Yi’s chest without any stagnation.

Yang Yi received the knife and the right hand gripped the knife and stabbed the enemy's right hand.

The middle-aged man's thorn did not stab Yang Yi's chest, but his hand was stabbed with a backhand and plunged a little more than twenty centimeters into Yang Yi's right arm.

Yang Yi’s right arm was pierced. He slammed his right arm and hoped to let the enemy’s weapon go. At the same time, he took the knife in his left hand.

The middle-aged man’s weapon did not let go, he suddenly pulled out the thorn, and then stabbed Yang Yi’s heart.

Yang Yi did not have a knife, nor did he dodge. He was short and had a front leg. The middle-aged man finally did not avoid it, but he stabbed Yang Yi’s left chest before falling.

The enemy finally lost its balance, and Yang Yi caught the knife in his left hand and flashed quickly.

Yang Yi and the middle-aged man passed by.

The middle-aged man fell, but then climbed up and his right hand still clenched the spike.

Yang Yi jumped forward and jumped two steps forward. He looked back and then he reached over his chest and took a step. After discovering that his left leg was very weak, he dragged a leg slowly forward. Go.

The middle-aged man was going to chase, but his hand grabbed his neck and blood rushed out of his neck. The middle-aged man shook a bit, took a step, then shook it again, and finally swooped forward. Falled to the ground.