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After staying in a luxury suite for two days with a fake card, Feng Xue finally completed his assassination plan and left the Orchard Hotel with a detailed map of Jingbin City.

According to the schedule, today should be the weekly summary meeting. Except for the commander who is fighting, all senior executives will attend. Even if they can't make it back, they will participate in the meeting via video. After that, there will be a customary banquet.

Feng Xue's location at this time is the city banquet hall, which is the venue for the banquet... on the top of an office building one kilometer away.

This is a seven-story office building that originally seemed to belong to an Internet company, but it is easy to imagine that after becoming an enemy-occupied area, there will naturally be no people.

Feng Xue lay on the dusty roof and observed the banquet hall in the distance with a scope.

Although the other party was not so bold as to hold a banquet in the open air in the winter, Feng Xue didn't care.

After all, he didn't think that Mr. Yun Zao would really attend the banquet so blatantly - every week.

But what he had to do didn't care whether the target was really present.

After adjusting the scope according to the wind direction, Feng Xue tried to pull the trigger. With a crisp hammer sound, a slight sound was heard in the chamber without a bullet. About two seconds later, a small hole suddenly appeared on the weather vane of a villa in the distance.

"Very good!"

Looking at the result of his test gun, Feng Xue's mouth curled up slightly. This is a bolt-action sniper rifle made in Qingyun. In terms of model, it is enough to be called an "antique". Except for its good accuracy, it can be said that it has no advantages. However, Feng Xue chose this gun and gave up the high-end goods he got last node, and it was also because of its poor power.

After a test shot of an air bullet, Feng Xue pointed the muzzle of the gun in the direction of the guesthouse, and then took out a .45 caliber pistol bullet that had been prepared long ago from his pocket.

Yes, a pistol bullet.

Then, without hesitation, he stuffed it into the chamber of the sniper rifle from the ejection port.

Pull the bolt, load the chamber, that outrageous operation, under normal circumstances, the bullet might slide directly out of the barrel.

But Feng Xue had a collection in his hand that could be used as ammunition for any object smaller than the normal caliber, mass, and length of the gun's ammunition - a rubber band gun.

Although Feng Xue had always used it as an unlimited bullet plug-in that could be fired without a gun, at some point, this thing could produce a strategic effect far beyond its tactical value.

The bullet with a caliber smaller than the diameter of the barrel was suspended in the barrel by an inexplicable force, and with Feng Xue's constant fine-tuning, it was aimed at the window of the banquet hall.

Of course, in order to avoid assassination, the window was actually placed at the end of the banquet hall. Even if the host needed to come out to toast during the banquet, he would not pass by this window.

It was for this reason that the orchard's service staff provided him with the service of opening this window three fingers wide at a specific time.

At this moment, the window at the end of Feng Xue's vision had been opened a little, but through the gap, Feng Xue's vision did not see even a single person, because from the top of the seventh floor one kilometer away, all he could see was half a table and a patch of ground between the table and the window.

"It's about the same as expected... Let me see..."

Feng Xue glanced at the banquet hall structure diagram unfolded beside him. The material and splicing method of the floor, the placement of nearby tables, and even the cleaning habits of the cleaners all turned into information at this moment, forming a three-dimensional composition in his mind.

Trajectory after trajectory intertwined and overlapped in his mind, and finally formed the one he needed.

"It's here!"

Bang!

The sound of a gunshot, which was much quieter than that of a normal rifle, sounded quietly. This bullet, which was designed to have an effective range of no more than 200 meters, crossed a distance of one kilometer and rushed towards a window gap of no more than three centimeters...

...

At the same time, in the banquet hall of Jingbin City, Yun Zaoning, who was sitting in the main seat, was raising the wine glass in his hand and delivering a pre-dinner speech as usual -

"Gentlemen, let us raise our glasses to celebrate the upcoming great victory..."

At this moment, a barely perceptible sound suddenly spread in the banquet hall.

No one realized where the sound came from. If Yun Zaoning had not liked absolute silence when speaking, he would probably not have been able to catch this sound.

It was with this sound that a "metal particle" that passed through the gap in the window and fell into the gap between the floors suddenly bounced up, passed through the guests who were raising their glasses, and flew towards its target!

"Pah!"

The crisp sound of glass breaking rang out, and Yun Zaoning, who was holding a glass and speaking, was shaken violently. The wine in his hand spilled, and he took two steps back.

"There is a killer!"

Accompanied by a scream, the conference hall was instantly in chaos, but this chaos did not last for a few breaths before order was restored.

Soldiers with live ammunition rushed out from every corner and controlled everyone in the banquet hall in an instant. At this time, Yun Zaoning was unbuttoning his dress with lingering fear, enduring the dull pain from his sternum, and showing the bullet-stuck bullet-proof vest to the guards who came.

"It's a pistol! The prisoner is nearby, all martial law, from now on, no one is allowed to leave!"

...

Looking at the banquet hall that was wrapped tightly in two minutes, Feng Xue's mouth curled up. He slowly put away his weapons, like a social animal who missed his past job, and left the office building with his briefcase. He even went to the roadside vending machine to buy a bottle of carbonated drink that was about to expire in half a month. After half an hour of work, he threw away the plastic bottle in his hand and focused his attention on the dice.

"Go for broke."

The will was conveyed, and the dice in the lower left corner of the interface immediately spun. Feng Xue, who had experienced it once, quickly sorted out the language and said:

"I want to strengthen my intuition about Yun Zaoning's position!"

"Gululu..."

The sound of the dice rang in his ears, and the twenty-sided dice spun wildly. Under the sense that the whole world seemed to be slowing down, the dice stopped abruptly.

"8".

A slightly lower number appeared in front of him. Feng Xue frowned slightly and found that he could only roughly sense the direction. However, he was not the same as last time. He took out the map of Jingbin City casually without any fighting pressure, holding a pencil in his hand, and began to locate the opponent's hiding place based on his intuition.

But at this moment, he suddenly raised his head in a strange way, and the blood-stained pencil in his hand deflected on the map, and the smile on his mouth became brighter and brighter--

"It's moving! It's right to wait for you for half an hour!"