Chapter 1226: Chapter 1231 Losing Faith
“Hi, buddy.”
“My brother, long ti no hear, how are you? How have you been lately?”
Compared to Yang Yi’s low voice, Justin’s tone sounded far more enthusiastic.
“Can I trust you, buddy?”
Yang Yi’s tone was quite serious, so after a mont of silence, Justin replied gravely, “You can!”
“I’m giving you one billion US dollars. Help clean it, and then split it into four accounts. There’s one condition: anyone who cos to claim the money only needs to report their na to get it. Can it be done?”
Justin was silent for a long ti. Then, in a low voice, he asked, “Why ?”
“Because you’re trustworthy, and apart from you, there’s no one else I can turn to for this.”
Justin took a deep breath and said with emotion, “Trust, huh. Your demand is a bit high, but I can do it. However, the fee might be a bit steep. You know, just using a na to claim money is indeed very hard to pull off. Can we use a password or so set of numbers instead? Even a simple set of numbers is much easier and more secure than relying on just a na.”
Yang Yi thought for a mont and said, “Fine. Should I contact you directly when the ti cos?”
“Don’t contact . Even though I’m confident I won’t pocket your money, I’m afraid that if sothing happens to , the money will disappear along with . You know, in our line of work, it’s never truly safe. So, let’s store it in a bank, okay?”
“Alright. Which bank?”
“Not sure yet, but I’ll let you know once I set it up. You hand the money after I confirm.”
“No, I’ll give you the money upfront, buddy. This deal might carry so risks for you.”
Justin burst into laughter and nonchalantly said, “Do any of us live a risk-free life? Tell , how many people do you think want to kill ? Every second, soone is thinking about killing !”
“Alright, thank you.”
“You’re welco. I’ll keep the money in a secure place. Later, just tell the set of numbers. Also, there’s sothing else I wanted to discuss with you.”
“What is it?”
“About ISIS, buddy. You’ve been doing well with this. Can you send more people to the Middle East? Intelligence is very scarce and incredibly expensive, especially for the thing I talked to you about last ti. Find Baghdadi, and the money’s negotiable.”
Yang Yi didn’t hesitate much and said in a low voice, “Alright, I’ll send more personnel over there. I’ll notify you as soon as we have any updates.”
“Good luck. Stay in touch. Goodbye.”
Yang Yi hung up the phone, then turned to Anton and said, “I need to make a call to Anna.”
Anton nodded and operated on a machine for a while. After a mont, he nodded again and said, “Hold on. Tang Guo’s end is ready, but Schultz says he needs a little more ti.”
After another two minutes, Anton finally nodded and said, “Schultz is ready too. Go ahead and make the call.”
Yang Yi was using a virtual internet phone. Its security was not particularly high, but it was still better than using a potentially monitored mobile phone. However, after passing through layers of encryption handled by Tang Guo and Schultz, along with a variety of complex arrangents, the level of security was at least acceptable for now.
Yang Yi dialed. Annastasia answered the call.
“Anna, I’ve got a problem.”
“What problem?”
“My confidence has been shattered. I feel like everything is under his control. Everything we’ve been doing seems to be monitored, and it makes uneasy, even terrified.”
Anna was silent for a mont, then gently said, “It’s normal to feel this way because you’re not the only smart one in this world. Success or failure, it’s all normal for any spy. Really, it’s normal. You’ve encountered a worthy opponent, soone better than you—this happens. I can’t help you rebuild your confidence. I just want to ask you one thing: What do you want?”
Yang Yi froze for a mont, then said in a low voice, “I want… I want… Hmm, what do I want?”
Annastasia replied softly, “You’ve had too smooth of a journey. Up until now, you’ve done very well. You’ve obtained everything most people desire—wealth, status, power. You had all these while still so young. But I want to ask you, what do you truly want? Is it revenge?”
Yang Yi exhaled and said, “It was, but now… Well, now I’ve learned more. Everything I used to think might have been wrong. Simply put, I’m worried that I’ve actually been persuaded by the Grey-cloaked People.”
Annastasia said softly, “You have no faith. You don’t have sothing or soone truly worth your loyalty and effort. The thing driving you forward was revenge. But now you’re uncertain if you should even take revenge, or revenge no longer holds the sa importance to you. At this point, you’ve lost your sole motivation. So, I can’t help you. No one can help you. It’s all up to you. If you find a new goal, then pursue it. If you don’t, why not step back and live the dream life you’ve always imagined?”
In the end, it all ca down to himself. Yang Yi exhaled and said, “I understand. Thank you.”
“You’re welco.”
“Continue deploying more people to the Middle East. If we’re short on manpower, recruit more. Focus on gathering intelligence on ISIS and Baghdadi.”
“Got it. Anything else?”
Yang Yi thought for a mont and said, “Tell Kate I’m fine, no need to worry. Contact if there’s anything.”
Just then, a phone rang. Yang Yi quickly checked his phone, but Anton spoke in a low voice, “It’s my phone. Hmm, I don’t recognize this number.”
Yang Yi didn’t hang up, watching as Anton frowned and answered the call. Almost imdiately, Anton’s face turned pale.
Yang Yi had never seen Anton’s expression so shocked, so dejected, so… sorrowful.
“What is it?”
Anton looked blankly at Yang Yi and said in a low voice, “Yarebin… is dead.”
Yang Yi froze for a mont, then asked in disbelief, “What did you say?”
“Yarebin, last night, passed away peacefully in the house where he was born.”
Anton hung up the call. As he spoke, his whole deanor seed to collapse.
Anton had always been injured, though he was able to move around. But even in his most painful monts, he had never appeared as defeated and helpless as now.
There were no tears, yet Anton’s deanor conveyed a grief far deeper than crying could.
Yang Yi couldn’t help but say, “Anton! Yarebin was old. He… Don’t be too sad!”
Anton shook his head, looking at Yang Yi with trembling words, “You don’t understand. My faith is gone. My faith is completely gone…”
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