668 Invincible How Lonely
A thin black woman was watching Zhong Luo with a small telescope, and what was reflected in the camera was Huang Tianba's smiling face.
"Such Chinese people deserve to be the target of the organization?" She looked at Huang Tianba with a telescope while curling her lips and feeling a little disdainful.
She was specially hired by a large sum of money and said she wanted to deal with a difficult guy. Now after confirming her goal with her own eyes, she suddenly felt that such a goal was too boring. Is the customer so much money that he was burning? He had to spend so much money to deal with such a guy.
You should know, which of the targets she assassinated in the past was not a famous figure in Europe? Either a high-ranking government official or a big businessman with a net worth of tens of billions. Which of these people has no master guards around? But she found an opportunity to kill them with one shot.
Such an unprepared guy is worth her to take action?
"For the sake of money," she muttered, and opened the silver metal suitcase next to her. The box was filled with various precision small parts. After her assembly, hundreds of small parts turned into a camouflage sniper rifle in less than five minutes.
If there are military fans here, they will definitely recognize it at a glance. This is the latest model of Jiaolong K3 sniper rifle developed by Germany three years ago. It has directly topped the second place in the conventional sniper rifle ranking after its production. It is known for its range and lethality, and is also one of the favorite weapons of these killers.
In order to get sniper rifles from the black market, she spent millions of dollars. After having such a guy who was eating, her work efficiency has also improved significantly.
She couldn't let go of her hands and rubbed the gun in her hand. She was about to take out the bullet and prepare to load it when she suddenly felt a chill behind her back.
Years of experience in killer told her that she was staring at her behind her with murderous intent.
At this moment, cold sweat suddenly oozed out from her forehead. She squinted her eyes and turned around quickly. At the same time, a pistol had already appeared in her hand, and the muzzle had already pointed at the man standing five meters behind her.
The man had yellow skin and dark hair, and his pair of falcon-like eyes could bring great pressure to people just by staring at him.
Judging from her many years of experience as a killer, the person in front of her is undoubtedly a master and a colleague.
But how did he appear here? You must know that the door under the bell tower has been locked by himself. The only thing that can come up is a window that is nearly six meters high. Did he climb up through the window? Is this guy a monster?
However, she suddenly felt a little grateful, thanking that the ancient clock tower was big enough. If it was an ordinary small clock tower, the space was only enough for two people to fight a man and a woman. She could not let her attack her opponent with a gun, which would be equivalent to nullifying most of her combat power.
As for this man, she was also very grateful to the other party's gentlemanly demeanor. She did not quickly approach her from behind and launched an attack, and even kept a distance. In other words, he was seeking death.
"Who asked you to come?" The woman did not rush to shoot, but raised her gun and looked at the man and asked.
The man with a cold face just replied with three words coldly: "I don't understand."
"Chinese? Korean? Japanese?" A woman who has lived in an ugly country since she was a child does not understand any other languages than English. However, she didn't care. She just smiled and pressed the trigger and said, "I'm sorry I can't hear your last words."
As she finished speaking, three bullets had already ejected from the muzzle. When the bullets were fired, the muzzle kept moving, so the trajectory of the three bullets changed differently, like an oblique triangle and moving forward.
This kind of skill is absolutely impossible without sufficient talent and more than ten years of training.
The ballistics of the three bullets also accurately blocked the opponent's escape route. Going left or right, there was a bullet waiting for him.
The man just stood there with a cold face. When the bullet was about to arrive, he grabbed the coat he took off and swung it quickly. The clothes turned into a huge piece of cloth and spun them in the air. After three bullets were shot, they seemed to be swallowed by the clothes.
This method comparable to magic made the woman's eyes widen.
What surprised her even more was that the other party disappeared like this?
Is this guy really a magician? She has never heard of any magician who can be a killer.
At this moment, a sudden whistle sound came from behind. She rushed forward with force, but there was still a heart-wrenching pain behind her. After she rolled out for a few meters, she raised the muzzle in her hand and shot at the man holding a dagger, and was also very frightened.
Why is this guy so terrifying? Charles, who is known as the God of Death in the European killer world, may not be able to compete with him in his speed. He can actually go around him in front of him?
She didn't touch the wound on her back, but she knew very well that there was at least a thirty-centimeter-long hole in her back, and the wound was quite deep. If she hadn't jumped fast just now, her internal organs would have been exposed at this moment.
This man is really cruel.
As she fired seven or eight bullets, the man who was unable to avoid jumped down from the bell tower with a backflip. This action surprised her a little. Aren’t this guy afraid of falling to death? You should know that from the bell tower to the ground, it is at least ten floors high.
Then she quickly dispelled this naive idea. How could the other party seek death? This master of strength would not be so stupid as to seek death.
"He probably wanted to hide below and hide, and wait until I was bleeding until I almost came to deal with me." The woman quickly got an answer in her heart, and her expression became resentful.
Yes, it has caused fatal injuries to the prey. The next thing to do is to trap the other party and let the other party die slowly.
"Silly." She cursed in her heart, then took out a bottle of bleeding-resistance spray from the backpack she carried with her, sprayed it hard for a few times, and then took out a small black backpack from the backpack, and prepared to wear the small backpack on her body.
This small backpack is a small paraglider, and it is undoubtedly the best choice to escape at this height. Now that the target has been assassinated, all she should do is to escape thousands of miles away and wait for the next opportunity to attack.
As soon as I put the small paraglider on my body, the wind sounded again.
A figure jumped up from under the bell tower fence where she was leaning against, like a flying eagle that was rising in the wind, and then swooped down toward the female black man who was paragliding.
Unexpectedly, the black female died, the guy jumped down and turned around the edge of the bell tower, and in this way he approached her and attacked again.
She was too late to get a gun and was kicked in the back by the other party and stepped on the ground directly. The bones in her body were overwhelmed and made a series of sounds, and her entire spine was completely broken.
Before she could say something begging for mercy, she opened her mouth and spit out a mouthful of blood, and she had no chance to speak again.
After confirming her death, the man took out his cell phone and sent a text message to the guy. Although he was not interested in being a bodyguard for this kid, the old master spoke and he would do what he did.
After sending the text message, he took out a cigarette and lit it for himself, and shook his head as he looked at the black female who had died of anger.
Chapter completed!