701: Chapter 693: Blocking the Door 701: Chapter 693: Blocking the Door After wrapping his shoes with a taken-off pajama, Gao Yang glanced outside to see that no one was around, quickly opened the door, and hurriedly walked to the street heading towards a clothing store.
A few ters out, Gao Yang suddenly heard a clang as if sothing had been knocked over.
The noise wasn’t very loud.
Gao Yang turned his head back only to see the door being pushed open—a woman was trying to run out, but then a hand reached out from behind, covered the woman’s mouth, and dragged her back inside.
A shiver ran through Gao Yang’s spine, and he sprinted back.
When he opened the door and entered the house, he saw that the kitchen knife Mike Yves had just taken from the kitchen was now stabbed into the younger woman, while the woman who had attempted to escape but was dragged back was soaked in blood.
Mike Yves was wiping the blood off his hands with a bedsheet.
Seeing Gao Yang co back, he nodded and said, “Sorry about that, I haven’t killed anyone in a long ti, got a bit rusty.
All clear now, you better get going.”
Gao Yang was both angry and anxious.
He pointed at the two dead won and trembled, “Why did you have to kill them!”
Gao Yang was angry.
He had killed more people than Mike Yves, but those he killed were always ard against him.
Not that he could claim all his kills were justified, but he never targeted unard won and children.
Although being a rcenary was nothing to boast of, it did not an killing just anyone.
At least not for Gao Yang and his fellow partners.
What Mike Yves had done was too much; it exceeded Gao Yang’s threshold.
Mike Yves shrugged his shoulders.
“No choice, killing them was the safest bet.
Grand Ivan insisted on absolutely no leaks about your identity.
Leaving two witnesses, your Asian features couldn’t stay hidden.
For your safety, they had to be eliminated.”
After speaking, Mike Yves walked into the kitchen, turned on the faucet to wash his hands, and called out loudly, “Hurry up, we’ll follow behind you, don’t waste ti.”
Gao Yang stomped his foot and turned to leave.
He was furious, believing Mike Yves shouldn’t have killed the two innocent won.
But the won were already dead, and there was no way he was going to kill Mike Yves and Magi just over two strangers.
So, his only option was to walk away.
Gao Yang was agitated, but he knew Mike Yves’s actions were to minimize the risk of his identity being exposed unnecessarily.
Although Gao Yang felt it was an overreaction, ultimately, the won died because of him.
After a long sigh and shaking his head vigorously, Gao Yang tried to shake the mory of the dead won from his mind, trying to forget them completely.
Gao Yang felt a vague rage inside.
He didn’t hate Mike Yves or Magi, because hating the people who were committed to protecting him over the deaths would be too saintly—even Gao Yang was not that noble.
The source of Gao Yang’s anger was more about his helplessness in controlling the situation without fully understanding it.
Why did everything suddenly spiral out of control when he thought Grand Ivan had a handle on things?
In just a short ti, four people had died because of him, which was deeply disheartening.
Turning his head, he noticed Mike Yves and Magi had also reached the street, about three hundred ters behind him.
Gao Yang sighed, stopped his wandering thoughts, looked around to ensure no one noticed him, and hastened his pace.
Now Gao Yang just wanted to leave quickly.
Once he t up with the cleaner, he could leave South Africa, bringing an end to the mission for both Mike Yves and Magi, likely a relief for them as well.
Walking briskly, Gao Yang spotted a sporting goods store, specifically one specializing in soccer equipnt.
Through the glass display, soccer uniforms hung with balls displayed.
The sign indicated it was a specialty store for the Cape Town Ajax Club, selling all club-related rchandise including signed balls and jerseys, and they even had long-sleeve training gear.
Gao Yang also wanted to enter and buy so clothes to change out of his oddly-slling ones.
Most importantly, he wanted to replace his shoes.
He was wearing shoes at least three sizes too big, making his walk unsteady, worse than wearing slippers.
Following the plan and agreent, Gao Yang did not enter the sports store but walked past it and stood on the curb a hundred ters ahead.
Since the area wasn’t a comrcial district, apart from the sports store, no other clothing options were available, so Gao Yang simply waited by the curb for Mike Yves and Magi to make their purchases.
Pretending to be nonchalant, Gao Yang watched as Mike Yves and Magi briskly entered the sports store.
Just a little longer, and they would change out of their suits, which should improve the situation significantly.
Although he was not familiar with the South African soccer league, Gao Yang had lived in South Africa, and he had heard of the Cape Town Ajax Club.
There were many white people in South Africa, and it was not uncommon to see white people on the streets, but white South Africans primarily played rugby, while black South Africans played soccer.
Therefore, it was rare to see white soccer fans in jerseys, but after the South African World Cup, the situation had changed, and more white people started playing soccer.
Most importantly, the Cape Town Ajax Club was sowhat special.
In 1999, Holland’s Ajax had acquired two soccer clubs in Cape Town, rging them to form the Cape Town Ajax and had also introduced Ajax’s youth training system to South Africa.
Thus, among the predominantly Boer white South Africans, there were many white fans of the Cape Town Ajax team.
If Mike Yves and Magi wore clothes with the club logo, it wouldn’t be too conspicuous.
Although they couldn’t buy normal clothes, managing to buy clothes that were not too noticeable was a bit of luck in their unfortunate situation.
After waiting for almost five minutes, Gao Yang thought Mike Yves and his group should have co out by then, but just then, he noticed several black sedans driving along the street, stopping frequently to ask pedestrians.
Most of the pedestrians shook their heads and walked away after stopping, but one black man stopped to speak with the person in the car with the window rolled down, then stood up and pointed towards the soccer gear store.
From over two hundred ters away, Gao Yang could not know what those people were saying, but seeing four cars suddenly speed towards that soccer gear shop, his heart clenched.
Cursing under his breath, Gao Yang walked quickly towards the store, careful not to run and draw attention.
He was no faster than the cars, and his ill-fitting shoes did not help.
By the ti the four cars stopped by the curb in front of the store, Gao Yang was still forty to fifty ters away.
Eight n in black suits quickly got out of the cars and walked towards the store, followed by three others who stepped out and stood by the open doors, one of them talking into a walkie-talkie, with all of them placing their hands on their waists.
At that mont, Mike Yves, holding two bags, walked out of the store and t the n in black suits head-on.
Upon seeing the n approaching, Mike Yves threw the bags and reached into his pocket for a gun.
At that mont, the eight n in black suits also drew their guns.
Gao Yang could not see where Magi was, but he soon heard gunshots.
Following Mike Yves, Magi, who was still inside the store, was the first to fire.
After a series of rapid shots, two n in black, just drawing their guns, fell, while the others ran and hid behind the cars while shooting at Mike Yves.
Gao Yang saw everything clearly, Mike Yves had retreated back into the store.
The n in black suits blocked the store door, trapping Mike Yves and Magi inside.
Of the two n Magi had shot, one crawled behind a car while the other lay motionless, presumably dead.
The safety in South Africa was poor, and gunfights were common.
Hearing the gunshots, people on the street either lay down or ran to safe areas along the road.
Gao Yang stopped walking and, like the others, took cover by the roadside, but all he could think about was how to rescue Mike Yves and his companions.
The n in black suits were certainly from the South African National Intelligence Agency.
They could call for backup, but Gao Yang could not summon anyone.
If it took too long, waiting for the military police or more agents from the South African National Intelligence Agency would an that Mike Yves and Magi no longer had to think about escaping.
Gao Yang took the pistol from his pocket, hid it in his jacket, and then began looking for anything useful in his surroundings.
The distance was still forty to fifty ters, too far for a pistol to be effective.
Advancing while a gunfight was already happening was too conspicuous and would surely attract stray bullets.
Just as Gao Yang felt at a loss, a taxi approached on the street.
The taxi was driving fast but suddenly braked when the driver saw many people with pistols and a crawling man on the road ahead.
The taxi stopped less than fifteen ters from Gao Yang.
The street was narrow.
If the taxi did not intend to move forward, it could only reverse or turn around.
However, taxis in South Africa were almost always large vans, and it was not easy to turn around on a narrow street.
The taxi had not yet begun to back up when an old battered car sped from behind and blocked the taxi’s rear.
Gao Yang silently thanked heaven, pulled his hoodie over his head, and covered his face with the pajamas he was holding.
He got up and rushed to the front of the taxi, pointing his pistol at the driver, who was steering.
Without a word, the driver imdiately raised his hands.
When Gao Yang opened the door from outside, the driver obediently got out still holding his hands up.(To be continued.
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