Ultimate Firepower
Chapter 72 - 72 65 Yellow Sparrow

72: Chapter 65: Yellow Sparrow 72: Chapter 65: Yellow Sparrow The walls of this castle are truly thick, and the soundproofing is excellent.

So until now, Ditzel’s greatest reaction was astonishment, not fear.

Even when Gao Yi suddenly choked Ditzel’s neck, Ditzel was still wondering why.

Gao Yi’s movements were so swift his own brain couldn’t keep up, let alone anyone else’s.

Ditzel just stared at the hammer hanging by his side, the bloody hammer, with spikes on its head that held some unidentifiable substance.

After a sudden shiver, Ditzel instinctively wanted to scream, but before he could make a sound, Gao Yi’s arm tightened slightly, and Ditzel’s scream was stifled.

This scene felt eerily familiar.

Was he going to take the target hostage again and go out?

Gao Yi considered this and decided it wouldn’t work, as the situation was different.

The last time he had done this was with Suleyman, and Suleyman was a drug lord.

Only his loyal subordinates could save him and had absolute control over them, so no matter what, Suleyman’s men wouldn’t dare to shoot.

But Ditzel was a reformed boss.

He wasn’t involved in daily violence.

Outside, those posing a threat to Gao Yi were hired security personnel and the police.

Oh, and Henry’s men.

Henry’s men could also be considered Ditzel’s, but there was a layer of separation, so Ditzel had no direct influence over them.

In that case, Henry’s men would likely not care about the hostage Ditzel.

Realizing this, Gao Yi felt he couldn’t use Ditzel as a hostage.

So what was he to do?

Kill him, kill him immediately.

But given the current situation, it seemed he could leave enough evidence behind before making a move.

If it weren’t possible, he of course wouldn’t record it forcibly, but since the opportunity was there, having the most direct evidence was definitely better.

Gao Yi tossed aside the hammer and took out his phone, and just then, the nun he had been afraid to look at but was facing started to move.

She first spoke in a language Gao Yi didn’t understand.

Seeing no change in Gao Yi’s expression, the nun switched to English, with a voice full of fear and urgency, saying, “Save me, please save me…”

The nun walked toward Gao Yi, her robe slightly falling off but catching at her waist, so her slender legs were still striking.

Raising her hands shackled in wooden stocks, the nun’s hands were weak.

She tried to lean on Gao Yi or perhaps reach out, hoping Gao Yi would unlock the wooden stocks clamped around her hands.

After taking two or three steps, the nun stumbled forward, losing her balance and falling toward Gao Yi.

He couldn’t withstand it, not at all.

Gao Yi tightened his left arm forcefully.

He used all his strength.

It wouldn’t be just Ditzel, an old man in his seventies who could not endure such force, even a young person couldn’t.

So, in the moment Gao Yi made up his mind, Ditzel was already dead.

He died silently, like a chick being crushed.

Then Gao Yi loosened his left arm, tossing the side-body of Ditzel, who was clamped in his arm, aside.

The nun’s stockings on her legs hadn’t been worn properly, the right one reached up to her thigh, and the left only a bit above her knee, creating many wrinkles that marred the stockings’ beauty.

But the asymmetry also had a peculiar beauty to it.

If one really had to describe it, this nun had the face of an angel but the body of a devil.

A face so pure and beautiful, which just a glance from Gao Yi could tell, she certainly wasn’t wearing makeup, definitely no lipstick.

Yet her lips were so red it hurt to look at.

She must be about five foot seven?

With his mind in disarray, Gao Yi extended his left hand.

He’d tossed Ditzel aside just so he could free his hand to catch this indescribably beautiful nun.

The nun’s arms draped over Gao Yi’s left arm, and then, as her body slightly turned, instead of lying into Gao Yi’s arms, she surged forward, her left knee fiercely striking Gao Yi’s abdomen.

Gao Yi did nothing much; he just pulled his left hand away, turned around, and watched as the nun, losing her balance, heavily fell face-first to the ground.

Gao Yi didn’t use his right hand because he was holding his phone.

Gao Yi aimed his phone at Ditzel.

The nun fell to the ground beside Ditzel, so in Gao Yi’s phone, the nun and Ditzel were in the same frame.

After the nun landed, she didn’t get up or make any superfluous movement.

Instead, she propped herself up with her hands, raised her arms straight up, and swung the wooden stocks at Ditzel’s neck.

Gao Yi gently kicked the nun’s back, then pressed the record button.

The nun was kicked forward, falling to the ground again, and Gao Yi spoke softly, “Garden, Heather, keep the video.

We’ve taken care of Ditzel.”

Gao Yi craftily said ‘we.’

After recording, Gao Yi told the nun, “Smash him.”

The nun got up again, but she didn’t turn around.

Although she raised her arms again as if to strike, after Gao Yi’s command, her hands froze mid-air, unmoving.

To smash down was also evidence for the Garden.

The nun intended to turn around, but if she did, she would have been recorded, so she just stood frozen, unsure of what to do.

Gao Yi picked up the hammer, stepped forward, and swung it twice at Ditzel who was actually already dead, then said, “The target is dead, mission completed.”

It was over, done.

Gao Yi selected the video recorded on his phone and uploaded it.

With this solid evidence, no one could take the Garden’s task anymore.

Now there was only one problem.

Henry’s task was taken under Busan’s account, and Ditzel’s was under Garden’s.

This could easily lead people to connect Busan and Garden.

But there was nothing he could do.

He intended only to hit two birds with one stone—Henry just couldn’t hold back and actually took action.

But Gao Yi hadn’t really expected to be able to take Ditzel out.

Who knew that Ditzel left the charity dinner halfway because there was such a formidable nun that even Gao Yi couldn’t handle.

“You can turn around now, it’s recorded.”

Gao Yi kindly reminded her.

Colleagues might be rivals, but this woman, still trying to snatch jobs at this point, had the power of beauty.

Had it been another colleague, not to mention a man but even an uglier version of Gao Yi, he would have struck with a hammer already.

This task was meant for Garden to make a name for itself, so Gao Yi could freely speak Garden’s name in front of anyone.

As for Heather, that code name, since all of Garden’s assassins were already gone, the code name was likewise useless, so he could mention it casually even in the middle of the street.

Gao Yi framed the nun and Ditzel together, partly to chastise the rival who tried to snatch his hard work.

The nun turned around stiffly, saw Ditzel with his brain matter emerging, seemed momentarily stunned, then finally said, “Garden… you stole my job!

You took my target!”

The look the nun gave Gao Yi wasn’t full of hatred but rather more baffled.

Gao Yi knew this woman was a professional because he guessed as much when he saw Ditzel’s bodyguards come in.

The moment the nun made a move towards his abdomen, he was a hundred percent sure.

Also, Gao Yi now knew why there suddenly was a bounty for Henry on the Dark Web.

It was because of this nun; they were creating an opportunity for her.

So now, it’s the mantis catching the cicada before the yellow bird.

But Gao Yi wouldn’t admit he was the yellow bird.

On the contrary, he told the nun, “Get it straight, I saved you.

You should be saying thank you!”