Ultimate Firepower Chapter 516 - 516 495 Liquidation

516: Chapter 495: Liquidation 516: Chapter 495: Liquidation The carotid hemorrhage leads to a quick death, diminishing the effect of punishnt.

This guy always tries to cut corners, and even at death’s door, he chooses a swift end for himself.

But considering he knows to cover the wound to stop the blood from spurting and even returned the knife, Yuri decides to forgive him.

Yuri doesn’t rush to leave; although staying might cause so trouble, he despises having to redo his work even more.

Seeing the amount of blood lost, Yuri knows there’s no saving him, but he still waits thirty seconds before starting the car to leave.

Yuri opens his phone with his finger again, but after so thought, he decides to handle his own matters personally.

Having a family creates a vulnerability; a wife and children beco a weakness.

Yuri always believes that as an agent, one shouldn’t start a family.

Look at the fate of those with weaknesses; a single call can lead them to their doom, so why bother?

But with two vulnerable people dead, the next targets are more troubleso.

People without any ties are the hardest to deal with.

If the outco is death, why not resist a little longer?

Even if death is inevitable, it’s worth trying.

Yuri has a list in his mind, and the map is etched in his brain.

Let’s go one by one according to the sequence.

After tonight, once they all receive the news, it will be harder to find them later.

It’s not revenge, just settling unfinished business from the past.

Otherwise, they’ll linger in his mind occasionally and disrupt his peace.

Many years have passed, and so have died for various reasons.

But regardless of whether they died of old age or accidental deaths, the ones still alive now must pay the price they should have paid back then.

So left Moscow, so stayed.

The next target isn’t too far.

Since they stayed in Moscow, they likely didn’t want to give up the privileges Russia provides.

Retired old agents have special apartnts for them, which are highly secure.

But to Yuri, it’s like they’re unguarded.

Yuri drives to a residential area not far from the forest.

This was a dormitory area built for the KGB during the Soviet era and still serves its purpose, with a section of apartnt buildings reserved for retirees.

Here, it’s an apartnt between a dormitory and a retirent ho, where retired agents capable of self-care live, but it still has caregivers, doctors, and guards.

Many agents are single and remain alone when they age, and they’re not skilled at taking care of themselves.

So simply don’t want to do it themselves.

Without anyone attending to their daily needs, many would have a bleak old age.

There are secretly placed old agents, so not too old who can still contribute at work, and of course, there are those who’ve lost mobility and can only stay in a retirent ho.

The person Yuri is looking for is retired but not yet at the stage where they need others’ care.

He chose to live here simply because it’s safer.

A person with no desire to die, no ties, equates to no weakness.

It’s unlikely they would just co out with a phone call.

Yuri stopped the car, opened the window, and lit a cigarette.

Late at night, entering a heavily guarded place to take soone out isn’t easy.

Yuri gently blows a smoke ring, tosses the cigarette butt out the window, opens the door, steps out, crushes the butt underfoot, and then walks toward the guard post of the dormitory area.

The guard had long noticed the strange babyfaced man but didn’t stop Yuri as he walked straight toward the gate post.

Yuri reaches the window of the post, where more than one person is on duty.

He takes out a docunt from his jacket pocket, places it in the window casually, and says, “I’m here to visit an old friend.”

Inside, the duty officer stands, salutes Yuri, then takes over his docunt.

Scanning the docunt on a machine, the photo matches what’s on the docunt.

A late-night visit isn’t unusual; anything can happen in such a secretive place.

“Who are you visiting?”

Yuri smiles, saying, “That’s confidential.”

The duty officer hesitates, then returns the docunt through the window, salutes again, saying, “Please enter.”

After pressing a button, a small gate for pedestrians opens, and Yuri collects his docunt, salutes the ard Sentinel back, and steps into the heavily guarded dormitory area.

The docunt is genuine, neither forged nor impersonating soone, though it’s simply Yuri’s first use of it.

Why Yuri has such a docunt isn’t sothing easily explained.

So things can’t be delved into; digging deeper would lead to many deaths.

Yuri walks swiftly through the dormitory area, taking no detours, directly finding the apartnt building he aims for.

There’s a guard post under the apartnt building, but only one person is stationed here.

“May I ask who you’re looking for?”

“Please open the elevator for ; I’m visiting soone on the seventh floor…”

Yuri speaks calmly, but his voice suddenly grows quiet while the post’s Sentinel listens attentively, and he strikes quickly and deftly at the Sentinel’s neck.

Entering this apartnt normally poses little threat.

The Sentinel was careless, having never experienced an incident here over the years, so there was no guard up.

Yuri takes the ID badge from the on-duty guard and holds it in his hand as he approaches the only elevator.

Inside the elevator, he swipes the card, then presses the button for the eighth floor.

The elevator door closes, ascending.

Yuri maintains a blank expression, though his babyface makes him appear delighted.

In truth, Yuri isn’t excited or nervous; he remains calm, unaffected by much of the world now.

The elevator stops; Yuri exits, without pause, and imdiately turns after leaving the elevator.

He stands before an ordinary-looking door, checks the room number, halts, and thoughtfully eyes the electronic fingerprint lock.

A password can be used in place of a fingerprint.

Yuri steps back two paces, standing behind the wall lost in thought; soon, he steps to the door, gently stroking the fingerprint lock, and begins entering a code.

With an electronic lock’s buzzing, Yuri handles the doorknob, pushes the door, then quickly retreats, yet keeps hold of the knob, preventing the door from closing.

A clatter sounds, a total of eight noises—the sound of darts sticking into a solid wood door.

Yuri pushes the door again, releases the knob, and upon entering, rolls twice on the floor, but at the mont he should rise, he rolls back.

Two light pops as ten-centiter-long wooden arrows land where Yuri would have been, missing him as he rolled back, embedding into the carpet.

The pops ca from compressed air, not gunshots.

Yuri stands, emotionless, and turns, flicking on the light switch.

The living room illuminates brightly.

Yuri hugs the short corridor wall, murmuring, “Is that all?”

No one responds.

Yuri draws a handgun from his jacket but tosses it onto the thick carpet, saying, “Use blades.”

The tossed handgun is a Makarov pm pistol; Yuri flips open a folding knife with a snap, states, “I’m here.”

Yuri suddenly pivots; though he ntions blades, in that instant he draws another handgun from behind, a PB silenced pistol.

Yuri doesn’t erge, only extends the gun past the wall corner to fire, his left forearm jolting with pain as he does.

He fires without knowing if he hit his target.

Firing rapidly, emptying all rounds blind is an unorthodox way to use a silenced pistol, but Yuri does it.

As the last shot is fired, Yuri steps from the wall’s cover.

Yuri discards the empty handgun and charges towards the bedroom, clutching the folding knife in his right hand.

In the doorway stands an elderly man in pajamas, appearing not too old, brandishing a PB silenced pistol, but Yuri’s gun lacks a suppressor, while the elder’s has an extra suppressor enhancing the effect.

As Yuri charges, the elder retreats, raising another gun as he spots Yuri approaching fast.

Just before the elder fires the second gun, Yuri closes the gap to the gun’s muzzle.

The elder’s trembling hands lift the gun…

The shot goes to the ceiling as Yuri, in the final mont, raises the elder’s gun muzzle, then stabs the elder’s neck with the knife.

The blade quickly enters and exits; as Yuri withdraws the folding knife, he pins the elder’s hand with his injured left arm, preventing its drop, swiftly drawing a second cut.

Blood spurts out, the elder sways, stumbling back.

Yuri follows, bumping the elder with his left shoulder, sending him sprawled onto the bed, swiftly jabbing a third ti.

The elder lies in bed, both hands still gripping a gun but unable to squeeze the trigger.

Yuri stands by the bed, remarks to the elder, “You’ve grown old, too slow.”

Yuri’s calm words et an elder unable to speak with cut-off trachea and arteries, but his eyes share a serene, relieved acceptance.

Yuri mildly remarks, “You should’ve used a bomb, not compressed air firing poison darts.”

The elder’s eyes quickly dim, head tilting, dying in his bed.

Yuri inspects his left arm, unfazed, neither angry nor pleased, simply retrieves the elder’s half-spent gun, sheaths the folding knife, tucks the gun behind his back, and silently exits, not forgetting to close the door as he leaves.