Chapter 22 Suspect

Yang Yi thought of a problem, which was that it seemed like no one knew he was living at John Jones' house.

Whenever all the members of the organization 'The Singers' met at John Jones' house, Yang Yi always seemed to be the one who arrived late, or even if he arrived early, as soon as the discussions were clear, everyone would quickly leave, and John Jones had never disclosed where he lived.

That is to say, the mole who betrayed everyone didn't know that Yang Yi lived at John Jones' house.

But then, the mole didn't reveal that Kate lived at John Jones' house either; otherwise, Yang Yi believed that the person who killed John would have waited at the house to take care of Kate too, instead of waiting at Jenny's house.

After realizing this, Yang Yi looked at Kate and said in a deep voice, "Who knows you're staying here with Mr. Jones, rather than living with your mother as before?"

Kate pondered for a moment then replied gravely, "Ryan. I've known Ryan for a long time, and I mentioned it to him casually once."

Yang Yi immediately asked, "Then, who knows that you usually live with your mother?"

Kate frowned and answered, "A lot of people know, everyone does. I knew them since I was very young, back when dad and mom were not divorced yet."

Yang Yi exhaled and said, "Okay, then we can temporarily exclude Ryan from suspicion. If it were him who betrayed us, the killer would have been waiting at your father's house for us."

Kate took a deep breath and said, "You think it's not Kadipur, and Daniel is also unlikely, so that only leaves Wells."

Yang Yi nodded and responded, "Yes, that's what I'm thinking, but it's just a suspicion, we still can't confirm it."

Kate hit the steering wheel in frustration and said angrily, "How could it be Wells? He was my father's protégé, my dad gave him everything he has now!"

Yang Yi jumped, quickly adding, "Don't get agitated, and don't rush to conclusions. I told you this is just speculation. We don't actually have any evidence, it's all just a guess. If you start to firmly believe that Wells is the mole, it could very well affect your judgment."

Kate said angrily, "You are the one who's suggesting it's Wells!"

"I'm just saying that he is now the prime suspect, that's all. Get it straight, we have to suspect everyone yet can't firmly pin the blame on anyone."

Powerlessly explaining the difference between a suspect and a criminal, Yang Yi suddenly said, "Stop the car, pull over."

Kate obediently parked the car to the side, and after Yang Yi struggled to get out, he looked at Kate's car with great regret and said, "This is a nice car, too bad..."

"Too bad what?"

"Say farewell to your car, then grab our things and let's go."

Kate might not have Yang Yi's sharp instincts or think as thoroughly as he did, but that didn't mean she was brainless or unaware.

Now that the car could have become the main way for the killer to track them, they naturally had to abandon it when necessary.

After parking the car in a dim alley, Kate grabbed the luggage and supported Yang Yi as they walked a distance.

Yang Yi suddenly saw blood on Kate's stomach and exclaimed in shock, "Are you hurt?"

Kate covered her stomach and said in a low voice, "I was stabbed with a knife, but it's nothing serious, just a scratch. Let's keep moving."

Yang Yi said angrily, "Are you joking? That's your stomach. Stop; I need to take a look."

Kate stopped, and Yang Yi lifted her shirt to see a wound about two centimeters long above her belly button, not deep but still bleeding.

Kate was wearing a dark red sports T-shirt, otherwise, Yang Yi would have noticed her tummy injury earlier. Now that the blood had dyed her grey sweatpants red, Yang Yi was finally able to see it.

He pressed around the wound with his hand, and Kate winced and shrank back, whispering, "What are you doing?"

"Do you not take your own life seriously at all? You've been stabbed in the stomach, and you just don't care?"

"I told you, it's just a scratch, I'm fine. Let's hurry up and go."

Yang Yi said grumpily, "Aren't you afraid the killer's knife was poisoned?"

"What are you joking about? Okay, I didn't think of that. Have you seen enough? Can you put my shirt down now?"

Yang Yi awkwardly let go of Kate's lifted shirt and said softly, "You talk as if I'm trying to take advantage of you. Blood is all over your stomach; do you think that looks good? Although the injury isn't severe, you can't just keep bleeding like this, right?"

"It's okay, I'm fine, not like you, unable to even walk after a kick."

Yang Yi was so frustrated he said angrily, "Do you know how much it hurts? I'm definitely suffering from serious internal injuries. It feels like there's a ball of fire burning inside my stomach."

"What internal injury? It's just that your constitution is too weak and your ability to take a hit is too poor," replied the other voice.

As Kate talked with Yang Yi, the profound sorrow that had made him walk like a zombie began to subside.

Yang Yi couldn't help but ask, "Why did you choose to train in combat? You're actually a very beautiful girl; not many beauties choose to get involved in such things, let alone become so skilled."

Kate sighed softly, "I just like it, that's all. My mom is a master makeup artist, but I can never learn it well. She teaches me wholeheartedly, but I just can't get the hang of it, even though makeup is a very useful skill for a girl."

"You can't do makeup?"

"I can, but only for others, not for myself. I instinctively reject smearing stuff on my own face. Look, there's a taxi!"

After the two got into the taxi, Kate spoke in a low voice, "Paddington train station, please hurry, thank you."

Yang Yi took out Jenny's cell phone and looked at it, hesitating for a moment before he decided to turn it off. Actually, he wanted to quietly throw it out of the car window, but since it was Jenny's memento, he thought it best to let Kate decide.

The cell phone needed to be replaced, and the number certainly had to be changed. That was a given, but Yang Yi didn't have the time to do so now, so he decided to use his own number to make the call.

Using his own phone, Yang Yi called Kadipur. Once Kadipur answered, Yang Yi said in a low voice, "We're about to reach Paddington train station. Find a conspicuous place to wait for us, and remember, don't let anyone else get in the car."

After reminding Kadipur, Yang Yi started to think about where to flee for their lives next.

London had to be left behind.

London is the intelligence center of Western Europe; many countries have set up their spy agencies here. The intelligence center of Eastern Europe used to be in Warsaw, but now it's gradually moving to Budapest.

The intelligence hub cities for East Asia is Hong Kong, and for the Americas, there are two major cities: New York and Los Angeles. However, the status of Los Angeles is far less than that of New York.

In other cities like Geneva or Tokyo, there are also a large number of spies, both overt and covert. But the two biggest intelligence transit hub cities in the world are London and Hong Kong, determined by world affairs, and due to these cities' geographical locations, their radiation capabilities, and the convenience of carrying out intelligence activities.

If it weren't for being forced to, Yang Yi truly didn't want to leave London, because he had everything he needed here, and it was the easiest place to enter the spy circles. But now, staying in London could very well lead to death.

If they were to leave, they definitely had to go somewhere safe. Thinking it over, Yang Yi felt that perhaps making Hong Kong their first stop was not a bad idea.

As Yang Yi pondered their next destination, Kate spoke in a low voice, "We're here, I see Kadipur's car."

"Stop here, please find a place to drop us off, thank you."

After asking the driver to stop and getting their luggage, Yang Yi whispered to Kate, "You call Kadipur and have him come pick you up. I'll hide in that shadow over there, I'll take out the gun. If there's no one around Kadipur, and I see there's no danger, we'll leave together. If something's not right, you get down, and I'll shoot. My marksmanship isn't great, so don't go too far from me."

Kate replied in a low voice, "Shoot here? Then you'll definitely get caught!"

Yang Yi said helplessly, "There's no other way, and besides, I have confidence in London's police."

"What do you mean?"

"They're incompetent enough. Alright, let's split up and act. You call Kadipur!"

Yang Yi slowly walked to a big tree and stood in the shadows that the light couldn't reach. He then draped a piece of clothing over his left arm, cautiously checking that no one was watching him. He slowly drew his handgun and placed it under the draped clothing.

Kadipur's car drove up. Kate didn't rush to get in but stood by the car and spoke with Kadipur for a bit, and then gave a signal behind her back indicating no one else was there. Yang Yi carefully surveyed their surroundings and, seeing no one approaching them, began to walk out from hiding.

Kadipur looked anxious and seemed not to notice Yang Yi and Kate's subtle movements. Seeing Yang Yi, he asked eagerly, "I can't get in touch with anyone else but you two. What's happened?"

Yang Yi replied softly, "Mr. Jones and Jenny are dead, the others I don't know yet. If you know where other people are staying, it's best if you take us there to see the situation."

Kadipur's dark face was filled with panic as he muttered to himself, "Who would kill us? Why would they want to kill us? What in the world has happened?"

Yang Yi wasn't sure whether to check on Ryan first or to look at Wells's house. After a moment of thought, he felt it was better to see Ryan first. Since Wells was the prime suspect, it's better to save one if they could. What if Ryan wasn't dead yet?

"Let's go to Ryan's house. Do you know where he lives? If so, let's leave now, but we can't take this car anymore, we have to switch vehicles."

Kadipur thought for a moment and nodded, "Okay, we can't worry too much about that now. I know where he lives, let's go check his place. You both get in, I know how to switch cars."