Spy-x-War Showdown

Anton climbed to the rooftop, and as his second hand gripped onto the edge of the wall, another hand grabbed his wrist.

Although Ben’s instinct was to shake it off, Anton’s hand merely twitched a little before he ultimately used Yang Yi’s pulling force to flip himself onto the rooftop.

Silently collecting the parachute that had been torn a big hole, Anton ignored Yang Yi behind him. Once he had packed the parachute into his bag, he abruptly turned to Yang Yi and said, "Do you have any cigarettes?"

"I don’t smoke, and how would I possibly bring cigarettes at a time like this? Oh, are you scared? Did you get cold feet afterward?"

Anton looked at Yang Yi for a while, then turned away and said softly, "Not scared, just feeling very embarrassed. You, a rookie, landed safe and sound, while I got stuck on a wall. It feels... I’d rather be dead."

"Don’t be like that, everyone makes mistakes sometimes."

Taking a deep breath, Anton spoke again in a low voice, "I’ve calmed down now. Let’s erase any traces first."

It was inevitable that dust would settle on the glass façade, and Anton could not avoid brushing against it. If someone with intent conducted a thorough investigation afterward, any discovery would be a clear giveaway.

That’s why it was necessary to clean up the traces and make some makeshift repairs, at least to avoid making it obvious at first glance. Of course, if someone closely observed, they would always notice something odd, but who would hang mid-air to scrutinize the minute traces on a glass façade?

If Larry Bell wasn’t killed by an obvious murder, who would have the leisure to investigate a crime scene for no reason?

After waiting to spray a carefully prepared mud-like substance over the areas he had touched, Anton packed away the spray bottle and then told Yang Yi, "It’s time for us to go down."