Yang Yi hated the feeling of being in a wheelchair, but only thirteen days had passed since he was hit by shrapnel from a grenade. Ordinary people were still in their hospital beds, yet he had no choice but to start dragging his unhealed body all around the world.
So Yang Yi had no choice but to sit in a wheelchair.
Without Mike, Yang Yi knew what to do, but when it came down to actually doing it, he found everything to be restrictive.
The simplest task, getting a gun from London to Paris, had been helped by Danny. But how would he get the gun to Russia? Whether to Moscow or any other city, taking a weapon into a country was not an easy task.
Zhang Yong couldn't do it; he could make do in many countries, get whatever he wanted, but he was incompetent in Western Europe, where stability meant that mercenaires couldn't play their part.
