Upon hearing the Violinist's clear and urgent reminder, the air on the tenth floor of the unfinished building instantly froze.
The Hunter and Drumr's ntal states were wound tight, instantly entering an absolute state of concentration.
All the ambient noise of the surrounding world—wind sounds, distant traffic, their own heartbeats—were actively filtered by their brains, leaving only the Violinist's voice in the target channel, akin to a precision instrunt counting numbers.
"Distance one thousand ters... nine hundred eighty ters... nine hundred fifty ters!"
The Violinist's voice was cold and smooth, every number crystal clear.
"Wind direction is eastward, wind speed five ters per second, steady. Correction zero point two mils. Humidity sixty-eight percent, slightly rising, no significant impact on trajectory."
In the distance, on the overpass, a convoy of seven black rcedes S600 Guards was smoothly driving in the middle section, like a black Centipede swimming at a constant speed in the river of tal, the car bodies reflecting an expensive and cold glow in the sunlight.
They seed ordinary, but in fact, each one had been specially reinforced by Gurkha Company, achieving VR6 protection level, and calling them mobile fortresses was no exaggeration.
"Drumr! Hit it!"
The Hunter's voice ca through the bone conduction headset, low and steady.
"Received!"
The Drumr took a deep breath, his chest slowly expanding, then exhaled half of the breath long, adjusting his body functions to the optimal firing state.
His sturdy index finger lightly prepped on the wide trigger of the Barrett M82A1, feeling the clear critical point of the first stage of the two-stage trigger.
Through the scope, the ticulous crosshair precisely locked onto a spot about ten ters in front of the convoy, on the right front wheel of a Suzuki small truck full of mangoes driving on the innermost lane.
Bang—!!!
The unique roar of the M82A1 exploded suddenly, instantly swallowing the emptiness of the floor, with giant cone-shaped airwaves spraying out of the gun's muzzle brake, kicking up a cloud of dust, forming a short-lived smoke ball.
The .50 BMG (12.7x99mm) caliber sniper warhead exited the muzzle at approximately 853 ters per second, carrying nearly eighteen thousand joules of terrifying kinetic energy, precisely rushing towards the target.
A little over a second later, there ca a slight dull sound from below—not the sound of gunfire, but the sound of a tire exploding.
Seeing that the right front wheel of the small truck instantly burst into flying rubber fragnts!
The hub violently rubbed against the ground, emitting a hair-raising screech.
The truck driver was caught off guard, the vehicle imdiately lost control like a drunk with a broken leg, wildly swaying and snaking on the road.
Struggling for less than ten ters, it completely lost control, falling sideways and sprawling across the road.
Golden mangoes rolled all over the ground, as if a pile of gold had fallen.
"FUCK!"
In the leading car of Narendra's convoy, Bodyguard captain Amir's pupils suddenly contracted to needlepoint size, his professional instinct almost instantly locking his gaze onto the out-of-control truck in front upon hearing that muffled loud noise.
An accident?
Or...
"Accident ahead! All slow down! Maximum alert!"
Amir's voice instantly transmitted through the encrypted channel to every car.
The well-trained drivers did not hesitate, imdiately firmly and smoothly stepping on the brakes, causing the speed of the entire luxury convoy to plumt.
All bodyguards' eyes vigilantly scanned everything outside the windows, trying to discern the real threat from this sudden chaos.
At the exact mont the convoy's speed reached its lowest point!
Bang—!!!
Inside the unfinished building, the second death roar of the Barrett arrived as scheduled!
Whip—!
The sharp sound of the .50 BMG warhead flying at supersonic speed briefly pierced through space.
Pop!!!
In the next instant, the warhead fiercely kissed the bullet-proof windshield at the driver's position of the leading car! Under the enormous kinetic impact, the multi-layer composite bullet-proof glass, known for VR6 level, trembled violently. A white spider-web-like crack zone and a small deep pit appeared at the struck center, but the tough material successfully held the deford warhead tightly, preventing penetration!
"Sniper! There's a sniper! Confird attack! Initiate standard defense protocol! Execute imdiately!!"
Amir's roar exploded in the channel, adrenaline coursing through his body like high-voltage current!
No hesitation needed, this is an assault!
No further thought required! Training manuals etched into bones and muscle mory instantly took over everything!
Like an iron porcupine stabbed in its nerve center, the entire convoy contracted defenses with astonishing efficiency and speed!
The second, fourth, and fifth cars almost simultaneously emitted the screech of tires rubbing against the ground, ignoring the shrill honking of civilian vehicles behind them, recklessly and precisely maneuvering the directions, interchanging front and rear in a frenzy.
As if rehearsed a thousand tis, rapid and tight, within three to four seconds, they constructed a moving iron fortress, dead center locking the third car which remained immobile!
The other two cars tried moving laterally, bodies turned sideways, attempting to use their hefty sides to block potential attack lines from the flanks!
"Got it!"
The Hunter captured through the ultra-high magnification scope, clearly revealing the scene perfectly confirming Song Heping's prediction.
The vehicle most fiercely, tightly protected by all its companions at the fastest speed—the third car—held the answer!
"The third car! Tightly protected! Highly likely the VIP vehicle!"
The Violinist practically shouted out the observation result at the sa millisecond, his voice unable to suppress excitent.
The Drumr didn't pause a bit, breathlessly pulling the trigger once more.
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