Spy-x-War Showdown

"Before I knew you guys, I thought my life was so thrilling, so dangerous. I felt like a man walking on a razor’s edge, falling asleep every night in unease and terror, scared that one day my identity would be exposed."

Chris looked very lost as he drove, saying helplessly, "But after getting to know you all, I realized how peaceful and serene my former days were. Now, if someone stood in front of me and said, ’Hey, you con artist!’ I would definitely say, ’So what if I am a con artist? At least I don’t kill people...’"

He sighed heavily and looked at Anton in the passenger seat, his face full of helplessness, "It’s only now that I know what real danger is."

Anton finally turned his head and looked at Chris, "Are you talking to me? I’m not your guide; I’m just your... colleague. We’re colleagues, right?"

Chris said earnestly, "I think the word ’accomplice’ is a little more accurate."

Anton nodded, then said to Chris, "Are you someone who likes to confide in strangers?"

Chris shook his head and said, "No, absolutely not."

"I didn’t think you should be, because judging from what you just said, it’s obvious that you used to be a con artist. As a con artist, you shouldn’t talk so much, right? So, what’s your purpose in telling me all this?"

Chris sighed despondently, "I just need someone to talk to. I feel so helpless now, fuck! The boss said if I want to take back what I’ve lost, I need to follow his orders, but at that time, I really didn’t know what he was planning. I’m just a con artist, I make my living with this mouth, and I thought I could live well after getting out of prison, but now?"