Now Yang Yi finally has time to think about what happened.

The only reasonable explanation for why he was targeted is that he has been exposed, but Yang Yi feels that there is something wrong with this speculation, if his identity has indeed been exposed, then those people who are looking for him should have a clear goal, but before he really makes a move, those people obviously just want to confirm his identity.

That is, those people have a general goal but are not precise.

Yang Yi began to wonder, and then Yang Yi was taken aback by one of his own inferences, that is, he was indeed photographed, but not his face, but those people, those who were looking for him, could recognize him without recognizing his face.

This inference is terrifying, if people can be distinguished just by their body and movement posture or habitual movements, then Yang Yi will have almost no way to escape.

Anyway, let's get out of Los Angeles first.

Yang Yi made up his mind, and then he looked at the passengers around him, it was necessary for him to observe the surrounding environment and judge whether he was safe now.

It doesn't look abnormal, there aren't many people in the subway car, and they all look normal.

Taking the bus to Las Vegas was no longer possible, and Yang Yi felt that he should rent a car, or simply grab a car, and he had to leave Los Angeles before he was found.

Yang Yi sat quietly for six stops, and then he suddenly stood up at the stop where he didn't want to get off, and then left the subway car after the subway stopped.

There was no plan, Yang Yi just wanted to get out of the car.

When Yang Yi got off the train, three people also got off at the same time, one of them was on the bus halfway, another woman was in the carriage at the beginning, and there was a middle-aged man who got on the subway at the same time as Yang Yi.

It still doesn't look unusual, the middle-aged man who is most concerned by Yang Yi is in his forties, with a beard on his mouth, wearing a cheap gray suit, carrying a brown briefcase, and a pair of shiny but equally cheap leather shoes on his feet.

A salesman, or salesman, has reached middle age and is still doing nothing.

The figure has been blessed because he does not have the money and time to go to the gym to maintain a good figure.

He looks a little tired, he no longer has the physical strength and energy of his youth, nor the ambition of his youth, but life has forced him to continue to work hard in a job he doesn't like, a job he doesn't like, but he has to deal with a lot of people, so he has to maintain a habitual fake smile on his face.

He relaxes when he doesn't need to smile, so now he doesn't have any expression on his face, but when he meets the client he wants to meet, or when he meets his leader, he has a smile on his face that looks like he is genuine.

There are a lot of people like this, everywhere, there are no anomalies, nothing that doesn't look right.

Yang Yi glanced at the man who was traveling with him, he relieved his heart, and then he began to walk towards the entrance of the subway passage.

It's a small station, and it's not a rush hour.

Everyone was in a hurry, and the person who got off at the same time as Yangyi walked past him quickly, and two people in the underground passage walked in quickly, and Yang Yi walked head-on and disappeared into the subway station, and then Yang Yi and the middle-aged man who looked ordinary were left.

Yang Yi slowed down a bit, he didn't like people walking behind him, especially when he was being chased and killed.

The footsteps were neither fast nor slow, maintaining the same frequency to catch up with Yang Yi from behind.

Yang Yi tilted his head slightly, secretly observing the middle-aged man, and then he saw that the middle-aged man put his hand into his pocket, took out his mobile phone, continued to carry the bag with his left hand, and pressed a few numbers on the mobile phone with one hand with his right hand, and then put the mobile phone to his ear.

Yang Yi didn't pay much attention to it, but he didn't completely ignore the middle-aged man who was about to walk past him.

The middle-aged man slightly distanced himself so that he would not pass by Yang Yi, but would keep a stranger distance of at least one meter from Yang Yi and walk past him.

It's still normal, there is nothing abnormal, but just when the middle-aged man had just crossed Yang Yi and had already reached the front of Yang Yi's side, just when Yang Yi had completely lost his attention to him, the middle-aged man with the briefcase suddenly let go and still fell from his hand.

Turning around, his left hand shook, and a sharp blade-like thing was held in the middle-aged man's hand, and then quickly stabbed Yang Yi's armpit.

Fast, extremely fast, and extremely accurate.

If Yang Yi hadn't maintained a high degree of vigilance at all times, he would definitely not have been able to avoid this stab.

Yang Yi took a sharp step back, pressing his right hand on his belly, and then he took a step back again and pulled out his knife.

The middle-aged man who was a little blessed jumped forward with extremely disproportionate flexibility, raised his right hand, and smashed the mobile phone in his hand into Yang Yi's face.

Yang Yi turned his head sideways, dodged the mobile phone, and slashed down with his left hand, opening the middle-aged man's hand that was grabbing his chest.

The left leg kicked out, and Yang Yi kicked the middle-aged man's knee, and the middle-aged man turned the thorn in his left hand and stabbed Yang Yi's left leg like a poisonous snake.

Yang Yi retracted his leg, but he was still stabbed on the outside of his thigh.

The knife stabbed straight, because the straight stab speed was the fastest, Yang Yi stabbed the middle-aged man's heart, but the middle-aged man flashed again with a flexibility that did not match his figure, and pulled out the thorn that had pierced Yang Yi's left leg, and stabbed Yang Yi's lower abdomen from the bottom up.

Yang Yi's knife flipped and he couldn't stab his opponent in the heart, but he slashed the inside of his opponent's left arm with the knife.

As soon as his left hand was released and his right hand was stabbed, the middle-aged man stabbed Yang Yi's chest without any pause.

Yang Yi put away his knife, held the knife in his right hand and stabbed the enemy's right hand.

The middle-aged man's thorn did not stab Yang Yi in the chest, but his hand stabbed backhand, piercing a handful of a little more than twenty centimeters into Yang Yi's right arm.

Yang Yi's right arm was pierced, and he slammed his right arm apart, hoping to get the enemy's weapon out of his hands, and at the same time, he held the knife in his left hand.

The middle-aged man's weapon didn't take off his hand, he suddenly pulled out the thorn, and then stabbed Yang Yi's heart.

Yang Yi didn't make a knife, nor did he dodge, he was short and swept forward, the middle-aged man finally didn't dodge this time, but he stabbed Yang Yi in the left chest before falling.

The enemy finally lost his balance, and the knife that Yang Yi grasped in his left hand flashed quickly.

Yang Yi and the middle-aged man staggered by.

The middle-aged man fell, but then got up, his right hand still clutching the spike.

Yang Yi flashed and jumped forward two steps, he glanced back, then he reached out to cover his chest, took a step, and found that his left leg was very weak, he dragged one leg and walked forward slowly.

The middle-aged man was about to pursue, but his hand covered his neck, and blood poured out of his neck quickly, and the middle-aged man shook for a moment, took a step, then shook again, and finally threw himself forward and fell to the ground.